“Consider all you’ll be fighting are curses that’s pointless.”
“Repeat that. Not clear.”
“If you can’t do meaningful damage to a curse then you die. Simple as that.”
He sticks his tongue out. “I still have more points then you.”
“Nanda? What does that even mean?”
“One hit gets you 1 point. If you knock a limb off, 100.”
“Easy then.” He holds out his hand and a small bubble floats out and toward the dummy. Once it connects the dummy gets absolutely pulverized. Where it once stood is now a pile of broken wood, straw and other materials
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
“Consider all you’ll be fighting are curses that’s pointless.”
“Repeat that. Not clear.”
“If you can’t do meaningful damage to a curse then you die. Simple as that.”
He sticks his tongue out. “I still have more points then you.”
“Nanda? What does that even mean?”
“One hit gets you 1 point. If you knock a limb off, 100.”
“Easy then.” He holds out his hand and a small bubble floats out and toward the dummy. Once it connects the dummy gets absolutely pulverized. Where it once stood is now a pile of broken wood, straw and other materials
“Dad would say that doesn’t count. It has to be a physical hit. Plus you made these.”
Yamamoto is in the arena, punching a training dummy to ash. A bored look in his eyes as he swings his fists. An unnatural heat sweeping through the arena grounds. His feet shuffling like a boxer, leaving ash marks where his feet were.
A child, somewhere between 12 to their early teens, walks in with two hand axes. “Hi. How many points do you have?”
He looks at the small child, stopping himself from his workout “Hi. What do you mean by points?”
"Like you score a point for each time you hit the dummy, and the person with the highest wins dessert. Is it only my parents who did that?"
“My parents couldn’t afford dessert most of the time. Though if I counted I would have 528 points. What’s your name kid?”
“My name is Stalith. Can I have a go on a dummy? 100 points if you knock of a limb.”
“Sure. Name’s Kenji Yamamoto.” He steps back, revealing the dummy in pieces.
“Consider all you’ll be fighting are curses that’s pointless.”
“Repeat that. Not clear.”
“If you can’t do meaningful damage to a curse then you die. Simple as that.”
He sticks his tongue out. “I still have more points then you.”
“Nanda? What does that even mean?”
“One hit gets you 1 point. If you knock a limb off, 100.”
“Easy then.” He holds out his hand and a small bubble floats out and toward the dummy. Once it connects the dummy gets absolutely pulverized. Where it once stood is now a pile of broken wood, straw and other materials
“Dad would say that doesn’t count. It has to be a physical hit. Plus you made these.”
“No I did not. There’s tons in the training area and I just bought it here.” He produces another bubble and you can see that there is a training dummy inside. “Told you. And according to your dad you didn’t score any points because arrows are not physical hits.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
Yamamoto is in the arena, punching a training dummy to ash. A bored look in his eyes as he swings his fists. An unnatural heat sweeping through the arena grounds. His feet shuffling like a boxer, leaving ash marks where his feet were.
A child, somewhere between 12 to their early teens, walks in with two hand axes. “Hi. How many points do you have?”
He looks at the small child, stopping himself from his workout “Hi. What do you mean by points?”
"Like you score a point for each time you hit the dummy, and the person with the highest wins dessert. Is it only my parents who did that?"
“My parents couldn’t afford dessert most of the time. Though if I counted I would have 528 points. What’s your name kid?”
“My name is Stalith. Can I have a go on a dummy? 100 points if you knock of a limb.”
“Sure. Name’s Kenji Yamamoto.” He steps back, revealing the dummy in pieces.
“Oh, we’re doing last names too? Mine is Omeric.” He looks at the broken dummy and drops an ax in the head. “Don’t know how I can earn more.”
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
“Consider all you’ll be fighting are curses that’s pointless.”
“Repeat that. Not clear.”
“If you can’t do meaningful damage to a curse then you die. Simple as that.”
He sticks his tongue out. “I still have more points then you.”
“Nanda? What does that even mean?”
“One hit gets you 1 point. If you knock a limb off, 100.”
“Easy then.” He holds out his hand and a small bubble floats out and toward the dummy. Once it connects the dummy gets absolutely pulverized. Where it once stood is now a pile of broken wood, straw and other materials
“Dad would say that doesn’t count. It has to be a physical hit. Plus you made these.”
“No I did not. There’s tons in the training area and I just bought it here.” He produces another bubble and you can see that there is a training dummy inside. “Told you. And according to your dad you didn’t score any points because arrows are not physical hits.”
“First, when I say physical, I mean an attack with a weapon or fist. Second, there’s more dummies? Awesome.”
Yamamoto is in the arena, punching a training dummy to ash. A bored look in his eyes as he swings his fists. An unnatural heat sweeping through the arena grounds. His feet shuffling like a boxer, leaving ash marks where his feet were.
A child, somewhere between 12 to their early teens, walks in with two hand axes. “Hi. How many points do you have?”
He looks at the small child, stopping himself from his workout “Hi. What do you mean by points?”
"Like you score a point for each time you hit the dummy, and the person with the highest wins dessert. Is it only my parents who did that?"
“My parents couldn’t afford dessert most of the time. Though if I counted I would have 528 points. What’s your name kid?”
“My name is Stalith. Can I have a go on a dummy? 100 points if you knock of a limb.”
“Sure. Name’s Kenji Yamamoto.” He steps back, revealing the dummy in pieces.
“Oh, we’re doing last names too? Mine is Omeric.” He looks at the broken dummy and drops an ax in the head. “Don’t no how I can earn more.”
He shrugs “Sorry, guess I got carried away. How about I get you another dummy?”
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
“Consider all you’ll be fighting are curses that’s pointless.”
“Repeat that. Not clear.”
“If you can’t do meaningful damage to a curse then you die. Simple as that.”
He sticks his tongue out. “I still have more points then you.”
“Nanda? What does that even mean?”
“One hit gets you 1 point. If you knock a limb off, 100.”
“Easy then.” He holds out his hand and a small bubble floats out and toward the dummy. Once it connects the dummy gets absolutely pulverized. Where it once stood is now a pile of broken wood, straw and other materials
“Dad would say that doesn’t count. It has to be a physical hit. Plus you made these.”
“No I did not. There’s tons in the training area and I just bought it here.” He produces another bubble and you can see that there is a training dummy inside. “Told you. And according to your dad you didn’t score any points because arrows are not physical hits.”
“First, when I say physical, I mean an attack with a weapon or fist. Second, there’s more dummies? Awesome.”
“Then it did count. My bubbles are an extension of my body.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
“What is going on at this place? Is it a school or something?” Rengoku says as Sengoku mean mugs Yaju
“It’s called Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. What do you think? And tell your bro to fix his face.”
Rengoku slaps his brother’s chest and he leans back “Anyway I just assumed this was the place because of all the cursed energy. Didn’t read the name.” Sengoku pulls out a small knife and begins to fiddle with it.
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
“What is going on at this place? Is it a school or something?” Rengoku says as Sengoku mean mugs Yaju
“It’s called Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. What do you think? And tell your bro to fix his face.”
Rengoku slaps his brother’s chest and he leans back “Anyway I just assumed this was the place because of all the cursed energy. Didn’t read the name.” Sengoku pulls out a small knife and begins to fiddle with it.
“Nice to know.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
“Nanda? What does that even mean?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“One hit gets you 1 point. If you knock a limb off, 100.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Easy then.” He holds out his hand and a small bubble floats out and toward the dummy. Once it connects the dummy gets absolutely pulverized. Where it once stood is now a pile of broken wood, straw and other materials
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“Dad would say that doesn’t count. It has to be a physical hit. Plus you made these.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Sure. Name’s Kenji Yamamoto.” He steps back, revealing the dummy in pieces.
“No I did not. There’s tons in the training area and I just bought it here.” He produces another bubble and you can see that there is a training dummy inside. “Told you. And according to your dad you didn’t score any points because arrows are not physical hits.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
Two identical boys are skipping around. They are 5’10 and 180Ib. They are very lean and have sharp features. Most standards they would be considered quite handsome. The one on the left is Rengoku Kira and the one on the right is Sengoku Kira. They are both in uniform with their family pin on their shirts.
“Oh, we’re doing last names too? Mine is Omeric.” He looks at the broken dummy and drops an ax in the head. “Don’t know how I can earn more.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
They both see yajū tapping a beat on his legs as he walks around. If they’re cultured they would recognize this song as Dragon Soul
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“First, when I say physical, I mean an attack with a weapon or fist. Second, there’s more dummies? Awesome.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
He shrugs “Sorry, guess I got carried away. How about I get you another dummy?”
Rengoku walks over waving “Hey there.” Sengoku walking silently behind him.
“Then it did count. My bubbles are an extension of my body.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“Yo.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“What is going on at this place? Is it a school or something?” Rengoku says as Sengoku mean mugs Yaju
“It’s called Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College. What do you think? And tell your bro to fix his face.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
Rengoku slaps his brother’s chest and he leans back “Anyway I just assumed this was the place because of all the cursed energy. Didn’t read the name.” Sengoku pulls out a small knife and begins to fiddle with it.
“Nice to know.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“Could you show us around or something?”