SAIGO-NO-HEATS
A drifter, returned
Nenma Takashi
Hanazawa barely had time to blink, much less react. He quickly moved his sword to block Shugachi's strike but the blow never seemed to come. Rather, a sudden sting rang in his chest followed quickly by a familiar warmth.
"What the..." He placed his hand to his chest and checked his palm but he already knew what he'd find even if he didn't believe it.
"How..?" All the wind drained from him at once as he was forced to take a knee, in it's place a hot mixture of confusion, anger, and shame all swirled as he tried to come to grips with the fact that he had lost.
Hanazawa barely had time to blink, much less react. He quickly moved his sword to block Shugachi's strike but the blow never seemed to come. Rather, a sudden sting rang in his chest followed quickly by a familiar warmth.
"What the..." He placed his hand to his chest and checked his palm but he already knew what he'd find even if he didn't believe it.
"How..?" All the wind drained from him at once as he was forced to take a knee, in it's place a hot mixture of confusion, anger, and shame all swirled as he tried to come to grips with the fact that he had lost.