Story of the Sword
They always mocked me as a child, for in truth, I was stumbling through my first steps. In my arrogance I had thought myself among the world's best fighters. And then I met the Seven.Star. Shaft....
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I make my way through the snaking streets of old Tokyo, the part that the tourists never (want to) see. Sticks matchbook cover leads me to this bar. From fifty paces, it smells of evil. Pushing open...
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The bartender's gut distends visibly, contorting its very shape from within. With nothing but a sly grin across the man's lips, a pair of blades poke their way through his stomach, carving him open...
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