A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
The man notices him, but otherwise doesn't question it "Hey."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
The man notices him, but otherwise doesn't question it "Hey."
He nods “Hey, new arrival?” He says, drinking from the gourd, his eyes growing heavier.
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
The man notices him, but otherwise doesn't question it "Hey."
He nods “Hey, new arrival?” He says, drinking from the gourd, his eyes growing heavier.
"Yeah. How about you?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
The man notices him, but otherwise doesn't question it "Hey."
He nods “Hey, new arrival?” He says, drinking from the gourd, his eyes growing heavier.
"Yeah. How about you?"
“Been here for who cares how long. What can you do?”
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
The man notices him, but otherwise doesn't question it "Hey."
He nods “Hey, new arrival?” He says, drinking from the gourd, his eyes growing heavier.
"Yeah. How about you?"
“Been here for who cares how long. What can you do?”
"I can do a lot of things."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
He points to Don and Ragnaris "Them for sure, probably them too." He points at Dio, Kenpachi, Vergil, Sparrow, and a few others "I don't keep up with that crap."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
He points to Don and Ragnaris "Them for sure, probably them too." He points at Dio, Kenpachi, Vergil, Sparrow, and a few others "I don't keep up with that crap."
"Are they bad people?"
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
He points to Don and Ragnaris "Them for sure, probably them too." He points at Dio, Kenpachi, Vergil, Sparrow, and a few others "I don't keep up with that crap."
"Are they bad people?"
"The guy in the stupid yellow outfit (Dio) is, and I'd say the guy in the T shirt is too (Don). The others seem morally grey."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
He points to Don and Ragnaris "Them for sure, probably them too." He points at Dio, Kenpachi, Vergil, Sparrow, and a few others "I don't keep up with that crap."
"Are they bad people?"
"The guy in the stupid yellow outfit (Dio) is, and I'd say the guy in the T shirt is too (Don). The others seem morally grey."
He grips the hilt of his sword "I'll see what I can do."
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
He points to Don and Ragnaris "Them for sure, probably them too." He points at Dio, Kenpachi, Vergil, Sparrow, and a few others "I don't keep up with that crap."
"Are they bad people?"
"The guy in the stupid yellow outfit (Dio) is, and I'd say the guy in the T shirt is too (Don). The others seem morally grey."
He grips the hilt of his sword "I'll see what I can do."
"You do that, good luck on not dying." He offers him what remains sloshing in the gourd.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A man enters the dome. His skin is a light brown, his hair a bright red, black horns twisting out of it. He's tall, 7, maybe 8ft tall. But that's nothing compared to the sword he's carrying, just the hilt alone of the massive nodachi 4ft long, the sheathed blade another 5 or 6 feet. He has a bored, almost tired expression on his face
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Who do you think would be best to deal with this dude, I feel like Gon and Jason are likely off the table unless this guy likes barbecues, maybe Benimaru, he seems like a Benimaru type. What do you think?*
*Probably Benimaru*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*You got it.*
Benimaru looks to the new arrival, his eyes as tired as always, his giant mop over his shoulder, sitting on top of the body of someone who tried to attack him, their head sliced clean off of their body with super heated air, their body burning to ash as he sits. He holds his gourd in one hand lazily.
The man notices him, but otherwise doesn't question it "Hey."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He nods “Hey, new arrival?” He says, drinking from the gourd, his eyes growing heavier.
"Yeah. How about you?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Been here for who cares how long. What can you do?”
"I can do a lot of things."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He huffs “Oh great, a smart[gp].” He leans back, rolling his eyes.
"You want an actual answer? I can fly, I can make and control fire, I can adapt to just about anything, I'm a master swordsman, I can reinforce my body and sword, I can see a few seconds into the future, and I can exert my will into the world around me enough to paralyze people. Happy?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Being a master swordsman isn't an ability. Half the people here can call themselves master swordsmen and it be true." He says calmly, pointing to the guy in the floral shirt (Jason) "He can do half the things you said," He points to himself "And so can I, other than that you'll do fine here."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"It's a skill, so I'll count it. I'm Jinzo Akaten."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He shrugs "Fine. Shinmon Benimaru." He moves his mop off his shoulder, sticking it into the ground.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"So this is a combat dome. Do ya know any people here with a bounty on their heads?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He points to Don and Ragnaris "Them for sure, probably them too." He points at Dio, Kenpachi, Vergil, Sparrow, and a few others "I don't keep up with that crap."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Are they bad people?"
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"The guy in the stupid yellow outfit (Dio) is, and I'd say the guy in the T shirt is too (Don). The others seem morally grey."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He grips the hilt of his sword "I'll see what I can do."
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"You do that, good luck on not dying." He offers him what remains sloshing in the gourd.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)