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“I think she’s perfect the way she is.” Misaki was being honest, but of course, the other two women laughed.
No, Misaki thought sadly, just doomed to misery.
(has a crush)
“Well, then she probably made it up,” Hyori said with the kind of innocent confidence that could only come from a life lived in the mists of nationalism. “Everyone knows Ranganese people can’t be trusted.”
This is so good at making me hate her
But here, high in the obscuring mists of Takayubi, where nothing seemed to have changed for a thousand years, it was easy to believe the fantasy of a stable world.
Mamoru watched the northern boy’s eyes flick in indecision and then experienced a grudging flutter of admiration when the city boy held his ground and looked him in the eye. “I said you’re cannon fodder.” Kwang’s
My king already
“You’re patriotic and loyal. You’re exactly what everyone’s told you to be.”
Women didn’t touch swords, let alone forge them.
dont pmo
She forced herself to love him.
She didn’t realize that the only thing more painful than bearing another Matsuda son would be failing to do so.
“You know, Mamoru… you’ll be a man sometime soon. But just for today, let me be your mother and tell you in all my motherly certainty that everything is all right. The world is whole. You are on the right path. Everything is going to be all right.”
crying
When Misaki looked down at Hiroshi, she was unnerved to find that her ever-serious second son had something like a smile on his face. “I’m going to grow as fast as I can,” he said.
this lil guy is gonna be important later i know it
In fact, from the smile on his face, Mamoru almost would have thought that his uncle loved these Ranganese invaders—more than he loved his wife, his baby girl,
“Is that all you’ve got, Ranga? Come on!”
Red head slurs
“Mamoru-kun,” Uncle Takashi said with a glance at Mamoru’s clean blade. “You didn’t kill any fonyakalu.” His tone was more surprised than anything else. “You didn’t leave me any,” Mamoru said weakly.
hes so small
slamming into Yukino Sensei’s chest.
if this mf dies at any point…
he evaded the first swipe of Yukino Kiyomu’s blade and pulled out what Mamoru realized was a spare hair tie.
King actually
When the fonyaka realized he wasn’t going to be able to break the sword, he seemed to settle for breaking its wielder.
He knew before he reached the body that it was too late.
Oh ffs
The line between wounding and taking a life had been such a concrete and non-negotiable thing to Robin and Elleen. Yet Misaki had just crossed that line without experiencing so much as a tug of resistance. She had wanted there to be resistance. Deep in her heart, she had hoped there was something of Robin in her.
The dragon killer uncurled into a standing position with lazy grace.
This dude is serving so hard
and took another step after Atsushi.
NEVERMIND actually fuck him
It was Hiroshi.
Ik this kid was crazy like that
A decade later, a fifteen-year-old Hiroshi would become known as the youngest swordsman ever to master the Whispering Blade. What the world would never know, was that he was the second youngest.
OH MY FU JINGH GOD
The best Misaki could do was hold her baby, and love him, and love him, and hope it was enough that she could let him go.
genuine tears
“Misaki-nee-san…” He lowered his voice so the others wouldn’t hear. “You didn’t go to the frontlines?” “Oh, Kazu-kun, I’m flattered you assume I would have survived that, but I didn’t have to.” She gestured to the wrecked village behind her. “The frontlines came to me.”
Girl that's worse
weakness. It was good to know that one of the men in her life cared that Mamoru was gone.
I CARE
Takeru nodded as if he had suspected this the whole time, as if he hadn’t slapped his son around the dojo for suggesting it.
hate his ass
