#writober2021

Di Mestoli e Coltelli

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Hi :)

It’s my part of writober festival 2021.

Yes, i’m doing it the first time, but it’s so cool!

P.S. Write for russian on rus-writober x3

❛ 𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋 ↳ 𝟬𝟯. 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 ⸝⸝ —— 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙄𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙖 - 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 ❜

𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. The sky above Kuri heralded the arrival of a storm, yet another since Kaido's men had come to colonize the shores of Wano. Shin, for her part, has always loved the rain, it was her element of her, but by now she was firmly convinced that it was the sky desperate for the absence of Oden-sama. Since their lord and daymio had left following Whitebeard it had been they, his servants, who had to take the reins of a city built from the ashes of crime, trying to maintain the same splendor that Oden had managed to bring there. . After all, it was what she had done with each of them, she had helped them to find their own way, to follow their dreams and to fight for them. And that terrible lack was starting to make itself felt more every day. But if initially everything had worked in a precarious balance, even this last glimmer of hope seemed to be on the verge of crumbling once again. The removal of Ashura, according to Kin-san, had been an openly clever move to try to bring together under one banner the delinquents ready to declare war on the cities, so to avoid riots it was right for the former leader of the bandits to return. in his place without turning his back on the city of Kuri and all that Oden had done. This Shin was able to accept despite her being perfectly aware of the umpteenth lack of such an important figure in her life. She had already lost her Lord, Neko, Ino and also Izo. She didn't want to lose other companions. Yet her final stab had come like a bolt from the blue when Kamawatsu had come to tell her of Denjiro's final decision to get away from her. And at that moment Shin felt like she was dying because even though she was the most annoying four-eye of her ever, she still remained her Denjiro. [...] The exquisitely crafted katana at her side seems to have become terribly heavy as the figure of the albino samurai rushes down the stairs of the building, risking tripping over her own red haori that jumps at every step of her. Her hair is not arranged in the usual braid because he hasn't even had time to do it, given the unexpected news, and she seems to be short of breath. She had seen him go down the stairs and head towards the entrance and she herself hadn't hesitated even for a moment in reaching him just to be able to reproach him for all the pain she was making her feel in those moments. « Where do you think to go?»  she yells at him decisively, stopping at the top of the stairs and that's when the figure of the samurai with long dark hair turns towards her. He studies her carefully from behind the lenses of his prescription glasses and then here is that shadow of the scammer's smile that she has always had. « You know very well. Kin-san approves of what I am about to do also because without me Kuri's finances would not be able to cope with the expenses of the city. It is my job. » « So you're leaving too? Will you abandon us like this? Just for—… bets and geishas? Because that's what you're going to do, right? Weapons, sex, money. You only take care of this. » Scornful is the voice of the white-haired samurai that she hugs her clothes trying to remain impassive in front of that figure of her despite the fact that she knows that at any moment she would collapse. «Is that what it is, Shin? Do you want to tell me something? » Denjiro asks her suddenly serious while he remains at a distance from her, with one hand resting on the katana at his side and her almost hopeful expression. What did he expect her to say? That gave him real motivation to stay? Could she confess the unmentionable just to be able to keep it with her? Yet in the selfishness of a terribly jealous and in love woman he would have done so willingly, he would have yelled at him with all his heart not to go and stay there because without him his life could not be perfect. But you know, samurai are honorable people who put the good of the country first rather than their own and she was an Oden Kozuki samurai, she could not have behaved otherwise. She then she remains silent, once again, showing pride rather than her own feelings while the night masks those shining eyes of those who would have wanted so much to act differently. « As I imagined. Take care, brat. » And those last words of the samurai now lost in the wind and slowly turns without even looking at her face, perhaps because for a single moment even he had expected something.  A single word that convinced him to stay.

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