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Ever since she retrieved this accursed sword from a hidden cave deep within the islands of the Carribbean; a region southeast of the Gulf of Mexico and the North American mainland she's been hearing faint whispers that gradually became screams of the hundreds of not thousands of individuals who have been slain by this weapon.
She could still recall the words engraved in stone as she approached it "No blade can shed the blood of so many innocents and not demand a toll on its wielder as well. After all, all rewards come with risk."
her eyes averted to the blade as she unsheathed it before closing them..
She knew the risks that would come with obtaining it but she'll have to deal with it, not let it control her mind and actions. Opening her eyes once more
Ritsuko then stared at the blue sea for a brief moment before the clouds above her oozed and billowed across the awakening sun, casting the meadow into a shadowy darkness.
The roaring and pounding obliterated all other sounds and her mind was awash with exhilaration. A layer of salt was soon encrusted her eyelashes and she could taste it over her lips. She whooped and hollered to the tempestuous sea as if it's raw power was seeping into her every pore.
Just like a universe is on a single point, so was her soul staring at this stormy sea. As the waves rock to tipping point, everything she was, have been, or ever will be, is concentrated into this tiny string of moments - as if this is the moment in which she was truly born. The wind was strong enough to pick up a man and fling him to the briny waves. Every sense is maxed out, every muscle already working beyond normal capacity and still there is no end in sight.
She gripped the sword and practiced a few techniques along the sandy shores each movement causing sand to kick up before falling down, the wind unleashing it's howls.
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