Shiryo Sawarti : Bladebreaker

8点∀ Shiryo Sawarti : Bladebreaker

[I was there for Game 7...]

They walk into the arena, everyone is standing there with their crafted sword by whoever or however they obtained it. A girl walks in with a sword made of wood.

[Damnit, shut the fuck up everyone.]

<sorry.>

As soon as they walk in everyone senses their swords of metal have weakened.

A chink in the steel, a shiver in the cold, a splinter in the bone of the folds of what sheds blood. The on looking seek for who had this to happen to their blades.

They see an individual standing in wonder and amazement at all the swordsmen or WOMAN geez...

(The women really want this one.)

{Yeah? Yeah? Hm-hmm. I'll tell them.}— [They said it's because back in the day they weren't allowed to throw around the metal swords instead only allowed to practice swords in case of emergency.]

<Back in those days, even in those emergencies because they weren't allowed to use the metal swords they didn't know what to do when the time arrived as they were unable to match the frequency of the blade and had no choice but to opt for death.> _/The... girl character creates concepts with every strike even her movements of peace and grace being a strike that would inflict the minds of those around for her background to be acknowledged, even; the background of those watching. "Slow strike, pause strike, strike strike, sike strike!", many a variation.

This was before the competition started... in the distance... we hear—

"T'dahhh! Ma... My Blade! My Sword just shattered to pieces!"

"What the hell happened?"

"How are you going to compete?"

In that moment someone saw, his name was Azazel.

"Hm. Finally. Someone to test my mettle against." Looking upon the girl he later finds the name to be Shiryo.

As is a competition and the medal is said to be a prize of great nature on that only a great man could be worthy enough to grasp.

Her name was, Shiryo #DeadSpirit #Souls_of_the_Dead / counterpart — #Souls_of_the_living #ikiryo #Ash&Steel