@rednants​
How many days have passed like this. The city the crowd is fading, moving on... sometimes I wonder whre you’ve gone.
Munakata’s last memories replayed in the back of his mind as he stared off into the distance. He failed to save a friend, the person he wanted to save the most. Not only that he put a city he was supposed to rule at risk, for a person he failed to save in the end. A failure of a king and a friend. He wondered if he was the next person whose damocles would start break apart as cracks appeared into his heart.Â
“I hate you. I hate you for making my inadqueate self live after being the one to vanquish you...” He spoke in the same overly formal manner as ever to no one in paritcular. Only then did he heard a familiar voice.
Munakata turned around suddenly, ruthlessly with a machine like precision and grabbed the one who was watching him by the neck slamming him into the wall. He slid the wooden approximation of his sword out of its sheathe, not realizing yet it had been replaed for wood.Â
“Why are you here? For what reason? Am I... am I just going to kill you again?” He asked Mikoto, the man he had killed, and then watched die in his embrace. He was embracing him again now but much more violently this time.Â
