Christopher Thomas
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*Bang* *Bang* Only smoke left the gun's barrel as the bullets started flying towards Ichiro like cannons. Ichiro quickly put his swords in the way and started moving them like they were possessed. The bullets flew past Ichiro as they were being deflected, but Ichiro had his limits and couldn't keep deflecting forever. One of the bullets scratched Ichiro's thigh, which made him grimace slightly, but it also made his body posture a mess. Ichiro started running towards the nearby door, but…-
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''Did he do it?'' Ichiro asked aloud. Ichiro stood up and cracked his knuckles, ''Only one thing left. My family is still under his threat, I need to win.'' He looked at the smartwatch with no change in his expression. Ichiro looked at the camera and smirked. He turned around and left the Arena with calm steps. After leaving the area surrounding the Arena, he started walking in the long corridors, hoping to find some easy prey. But, it was long shot. Even after…
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Ichiro opened the door, which was only recently closed. He saw a long corridor with dozens of doors, but he heard a distinct noise of footsteps coming from the corridors. He entered the corridors and started running towards the sound of footsteps. But, something strange happened. His footsteps didn't cause any kind of noise! Even while running, it was like he wasn't even touching the ground. This move allows him to move stealthily, a perfect move made for an Assassin! League of Assassins…
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*Creak* The sound of a door creaking when opening echoed in the vast room of the Stadium. A black-haired young man very slowly opened the door where a trail of blood was located. Soon, the door was opened enough so he could see inside, but he saw nothing except darkness, complete pitch darkness. Ichiro slowly moved his hand towards the light switch; he still had his other sword in front of him as protection. *Clank* He pressed the light switch, and the lights immediately inside the room…
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Ichiro was waiting silently for the tournament to start. He was feeling quite relaxed, but he was not underestimating the other fighters since there are hidden aces from some families, who knows how strong they are. While has deep in thought, a knocking sound came from the door. *Knock* *Knock* A middle-aged man with two beautiful women came while holding a suitcase. Ichiro stood up and watched as the two beautiful women walked next to him and started undressing him. ''Tournament will start…
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Hour Before The Beginning of the Tournament. ''Argh.'' Lucius painfully stood up from his bed. His hands were bandaged, and his torso had a visible bruise mark. This morning he suddenly woke up from the debris of the building, and his whole body was in agony. The only way he can currently move is with the help of painkillers, and even they have limits. He didn't know how he got attacked, and no one seemed to care, not even Rijun, even though he is his fighter. ''What the hell happened…''…
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''Bastard!'' Rijun looked at the mocking face of Ichiro with an enraged look. He was about to jump off the balcony and go beat the living sh*t out of him. But then, a calm voice came behind him. ''That's enough.'' Rijun turned his body around and widened his eyes in shock. ''Ali, what are you doing here?'' He asked with sweatdrops appearing on his forehead. Ali twirled the gun around his finger, ''It wasn't too hard to guess what you were up to. I have to admit, you are an utter…
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''Rahahaha!'' Lucius laughed creepily, but it was all Rijun because real Lucius is in a sleeping state, not aware of anything happening. Rijun in the balcony started moving his fingers in a rhythmic manner. Lucius started moving in a slow yet steady manner. ''Second move, Massacre!'' Lucius' hands started trembling, and suddenly his nails started growing longer until they were 10cm in length! ''Hmm?'' Ichiro frowned, 'How did he do that?' Lucius grinned and lunged towards Ichiro. Ichiro…
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Ichiro looked at the clock on his phone, and the time was currently 23:57. Three minutes until he can leave. The party was still going as hard as in the start, maybe even harder now. No one knew how, but somehow the young men and women got their hands on alcohol, and most of them became completely drunk. He has mostly sat on his couch for the whole party, while almost every minute someone comes to ask him for a dance or go do some more daring stuff, but he didn't even bat an eye. Erik was…
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In Coldland. Azura was lying on her bed while having blankets covering her figure. She was holding her phone while a picture of the young man was as the wallpaper. But then, her body flinched as she felt a disturbance in the force. ''ICHIRO!'' She screamed and started typing a message. {NightButterfly: Ichiro… Did someone touch you?! I am not talking to you anymore!} ''Hmph!'' She pouted and slammed the bed, ''He promised me! Dummy!'' ''I won't talk to him anymore!'' She crossed her…
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