[It's ordered slaughter, death delivered for no cause at all. People perish in agony every day, their bodies broken or their souls turned to ash within them. On a battlefield, beasts can bare their fangs freely, each kill glistening in glory.
Living - only existing - in a world of dull blades only meant for a more agonizing demise. Blunted metal hacks and hacks until it turns flesh to pulp and shatters bone, the precision of a slit throat forgone.
And for what?
The reserved youth has an answer to that question flicking behind his eyes, contempt burning itself to fumes as it fuels him. Takasugi only offers a smile to the harsh evaluation spit in air bitter with the scent of alcohol.] Aa. Next time.
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Living - only existing - in a world of dull blades only meant for a more agonizing demise. Blunted metal hacks and hacks until it turns flesh to pulp and shatters bone, the precision of a slit throat forgone.
And for what?
The reserved youth has an answer to that question flicking behind his eyes, contempt burning itself to fumes as it fuels him. Takasugi only offers a smile to the harsh evaluation spit in air bitter with the scent of alcohol.] Aa. Next time.
[He's looking forward to it.]