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┈ leaning close ⸜ moving her hand towards his face in a gentle manner。Thumb caressing against his face 。
〝𝓨oh have gotten way stronger compared to last time I see you 。〞
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𝓢topping in their tracks ⸜ her attention remained fixated upon him 。He has grown so much ⸜ compared to last time she seen him 。Blades were put away ⸜ hands connected with her hips 。Smile remained ⸜ jovial mannerism 。
The Ronin walking over towards him ┈
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It was only when their gazes connected that her silhouette shook loose a memory— a duel, not one in the heart of Edo, but within the very realm of the Void.
Her form was veiled in shadow then, but her outline was unmistakable. ╰➤
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┈ the ground as she jabbed into there 。 𝐀 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ⸜ she was doing this before which made her stamina run dangerously low 。Until she heard a familiar voice echo ⸜ cranium snapped towards the recognisable voice 。
〝𝓘s that you 。。〞
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𝓢he was so fixated on her swordsmanship that she didn’t see someone watching her 。Breath hitched ⸜ the elegance of sword dance as her footwork gotten 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 。
𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐇𝐇 。
𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐇 。
The sound of metal clang betwixt ┈
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It was like witnessing an old haunt from the past— the woman before him tracing the movements of his teacher in perfect likeness.
Regardless of the form she took, he knew this to be only one person...
𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢╰➤