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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/23/2017 5:01:14 AM
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"Because how in the hell am I supposed to meet its requirements?!" He raised his hand as he counted the attributes.
"Kindness? Courage? Chivalry?! I can tell you that I wasn't that great to many women that's for sure! When I was the one who was going to destroy the world three times! I didn't have the courage to tell anyone what I was planning or the truth that I was going to spread twilight across the land! And Kindness?! I blatantly disregarded my people's needs! I stole the Fierce Deity's power for my own use! I...I...."
Falks eyes welled up. He fought back the tears and his skin remained dry, as his eyebrows became angered and furrowed.
"I killed my son...."
English
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"YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU....YOU DAMN OLD MAN!" [b]Royal's voice wasn't angry, but it was full of authority, demanding attention. It was even frightening in some regards, hearing the man the headed an entire Legion yell. The man who was always look up at the importance of everyone. [/b] "The sword did not choose you because of your previous deeds. It chose you because you contain the strength that is needed to get the hell over it. A good man is not simply chivalry. A good king does what must be done. He is greedier then all others. He must laugh more loudly, and his rage must last longer. He must embody all that is good, and all that is evil."
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"Well when you put it THAT way." Falk said sarcastically, letting out a breath as he leaned back on the bench to look at Roy. "Well. May as well hand it over then! Apparently it has sympathy for cripples!"
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[b]Royal stabbed the sword Into the ground in front of Falk's feet [/b] "Look at it however you wish. The sword chose you for one reason or another."
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"I guess so." Falk replied with a grudge. He wasn't a fan of giving into other people, but Roy made too much of a good case compared to his own. With that, Falk stood up and drew the blade from the ground and gave it a cut through the air.
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[b]The blade left a trail of golf behind it, which dissipated into the air [/b] "Hm. That didn't happen when I had it." [b]He actually sounded somewhat hurt by this fact [/b]
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[spoiler]golf...?[/spoiler] "I guess it's because I was chosen!" Falk said with a smile. "Though I think I ought to test out this legendary blade...."
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[spoiler]I meant Gold! Typo, sorry [/spoiler] "And how exactly would you test it? I'm not eagerly volunteering..."
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"I'm sure someone will come along. Anyways, let's head back. And thanks, Roy." [spoiler]End?[/spoiler]
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"Yeah no problem..." [spoiler]lucky for you, Dal's character is planning on challenging you [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]who's???[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Big Cash money. His characters name is Dal something [/spoiler]
