A blade's heart called for battle, and it would be answered by Shinmen Musashi. The blade that so desperately to reach her ally would be opposed by her own, the countless possibilities of such an action being culled into but a single answer: His blade has been stopped short-
@theyoungtiger__ ❝ preposterous, little rascal... you amuse me. ❞
swift liberation of his cutter, from its sheath's restraint, only for its tip to be directed towards @WEDGE0FHEAVEN, evident motive for such being his intentions, conveyed subtly by his gesture. His majesty was enticed by
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-footwork, the way they breathed. Azure eyes skimmed all across their bodies, acknowledging any gaps in their defenses that she could notice.
" Now, before we begin, I will give you one chance to leave this place. "
The charisma of the King was incredible, the speech of a great generalissimo that awakened the fighting spirit of all who had heard the call to battle. Miyamoto Musashi smiled in response, eyes of Empyrean seeing many possibilities. Many grains of sand simply falling into a -