Jul 7
I stare at the facsimile, and it stares back, unobservant, uninteresting.
To think this is what I would be like, if I had never moved past that infantile crush on my shizun...
I smirk as Mobei's claws dig into my side. Jealous bastard that he is, he will not allow another "him" near me.
The system, that annoying remnant of an ancestral link now severed, squeals pitifully.
I stomp on it. I hate it. I hate this world. And I especially hate this... this child. Clinging to the skirt of a dead man.
I smile. "Farewell, little shade. When you get to hell, seek shizun." I slash the throat, neat and swift. My dainty wrist limp in the motion. "And ask him how to lose all that bulk."
