" Haaah it was really hard to keep myself from stabbing those disgusting pigs to death but that end would be too easy for them. I have to make them fall to the bottom of hell before killing them."
The glass windows on the walls of the building were supported by wooden frames and were placed evenly.
History teacher took off his embrace from Kenji and stood up. "Oh, this problem must be solved as soon as possible, isn't it?" I sighed after heard that.
Instead of being depressed about being cooped up, Akihito decided on a new project. He was going to upload those photographs on a website he created just for fun. Of course, he wouldn't reveal Asami's face. Those were going into his private collection.
I threw up on the side but nothing came out.
Today, Ren was out in her courtyard, trying to stick her feet onto a tree. She was attempting the Tree Walking Exercise. It was similar to the Leaf Concentration Practice but harder. Unlike with the Leaf Concentration Practice where you stick the leaf to your forehead, you need to stick your feet onto the tree for the Tree Walking Exercise. In other words, you are sticking yourself to the object and not sticking the object to yourself.
"Trainning. I know how to make it, I don't need..."
When Libra saw the appearance of the two people, he said with surprise: "Wang Wei! Peony! It turned out to be you! It's been a long time no see!"
I roll my eyes. "I could be better." The truth was I kept thinking about Nathan. I wanted to speak to him but I didn't know where he went. I hadn't seen him since the day before Christmas.
Rubbing the last of the sleep from my eyes, I enter the food hall, made huge by its sparse occupation. Only a couple maids scurry about, completing their daily duties while serving the handful of early diners; mostly pages about to start their daily training .
After some time, he found what he needed for today's practice, a flexible foil with an excessively elongated tip. The entire length of the sword was roughly Alan's height, who was 1m85 tall. The image of himself holding such a thin and long sword would make any bystanders look at him weirdly. But there was none. It was only him with the swords. And memories of the past.
Every time he struck the anima sword, it would shatter in pieces before broken down into powder before dissolving into the air.