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The Laughing Swordsman

Only when all the living perish, will there be peace ... Apollo was a bratty noble. Using the power of his father, he did many mischievous stunts. However, he would never go too far. The worst he did was steal someone's shoe, while on the average, it would be poking them in the back and running off. That's why he found it so absurd that someone would assassinate him, in his own room no less. He was stabbed in the back and left to die... But then he was back in his room, completely fine. Yet, he was stabbed in the back once again. Once he was stabbed in the back for the third time, the cruel reality began to sink in. That this would repeat itself for an eternity. The only thing in his room was his bed and his bokken, a wooden sword. At some point, Apollo picked up the bokken. He took his first steps to break out of the cycle. And swore to bury the person who called for this assassin with his own hands. ...But also calls a lot of things mommy for some reason.

Disgrace · Fantasy
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372 Chs

A Little Boy

Willow continued running through the forest with Layla on her back and Apollo holding onto her arm. They were both swaying around, thus shifting Willow's balance.

In fact, she had even collided with some trees earlier, gaining some quizzical looks from her passengers.

However, as time passed, Willow collided into trees less frequently. Even when she did, they were light collisions due to the fact she shifted her balance.

Eventually, she no longer collided with the trees at all. Her movements were still quite clumsy, but she seemed to be refining it by the second.

It was almost like Willow could predict the random movements of Layla and Apollo.

She found a hint of order within chaos.

Layla noticed that whenever she rocked around, that force would be used to direct Willow towards a tree branch. It was like Layla was piloting Willow. She turned from the left and right, not that different from a joystick.