1000IronBladeHero
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I am the Blade of my Sword Unknown to hatred nor known to love Have embraced futility accepted pain The bearer’s path always leads him to Superior Blade Works
2020-10-10 JoinedUnited States
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1000IronBladeHero8hReplied to HarrytyphoonIt’s fine I know that feeling since I’ve recently started college myself and am now in my second semester. I recommend creating a schedule for yourself so that way you have a little time to write but then use the rest of the other days to do any assignments or essays.
"So, are we friend then ?" Zura asks- 1000IronBladeHero16hCommented
Friends*
"So, are we friend then ?" Zura asks - 1000IronBladeHero16hCommented
Heart*
"I know your name, and I know which college you go to, so if I even get as much as a whisper of a repeat of this incident, if you look at someone the wrong way, I am gonna make sure to find you out. Then I am going to kidnap you, take you to my place. I will slowly kill you, enjoying the process, then after its done, I am gonna jumpstart your hear and kill you again" The boy whispers. His tone made his believable, he looked like the kind of guy who would really do it. - 1000IronBladeHero23hCommented
So I took them down*
Finally, I was about to call mom. He is back. I run outside the kitchen to see him. Sure enough I see him, and I see something is wrong. He looks ragged, his clothes are dirty. Then I see the boy. His face was deathly pale, and he leant against the wall to support himself, then I see his stomach, his shirt dripping with blood. I know that face. I have seen it somewhere, where was it… He asks for a first aid kit, not hospital. Clearly there is a problem, I have to let him in. I put him in the living room, and rush for the first aid kit and a sewing set. What the hell happened? I see him pull out his T shirt. I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't look away. His entire body was a patchwork of stitches, bandages and there were layers of scars and burns, with some parts blackened out and dead, I have never seen any adult with so many injuries let alone a teenage boy, his stomach had an open gash, like a mouth, he was disinfecting it. I try to look away, but he notices my gaze. He says nothing, goes back to cleaning his wound, I feel a little embarrassed, I didn't mean to stare. Then I remember. Souta. He is too young, I send him away. I see him adeptly stitch his wound. Its not the first time he has done it, it seems. He looks pale and weak. He is quick, he puts the shirt back on, before Souta arrives. I cant hold back any longer, I have a million questions, "What the hell happened?" I ask, my tone a little more horrified than I meant it to be. The boy manages a faint attempt at a smile, he pushes himself forward and sits upright. "Long story short, I spotted you brother with a few people who shouldn't be hanging with him, I try to confront them, and they try to attack me, so I take them down, but in the process, light up some old wounds. Your brother is fine, no need to worry" It takes me a moment to comprehend what he said. I am horrified, shocked and scared all at once. What should I do. - 1000IronBladeHero23hCommented
Tried*
Finally, I was about to call mom. He is back. I run outside the kitchen to see him. Sure enough I see him, and I see something is wrong. He looks ragged, his clothes are dirty. Then I see the boy. His face was deathly pale, and he leant against the wall to support himself, then I see his stomach, his shirt dripping with blood. I know that face. I have seen it somewhere, where was it… He asks for a first aid kit, not hospital. Clearly there is a problem, I have to let him in. I put him in the living room, and rush for the first aid kit and a sewing set. What the hell happened? I see him pull out his T shirt. I didn't want to stare, but I couldn't look away. His entire body was a patchwork of stitches, bandages and there were layers of scars and burns, with some parts blackened out and dead, I have never seen any adult with so many injuries let alone a teenage boy, his stomach had an open gash, like a mouth, he was disinfecting it. I try to look away, but he notices my gaze. He says nothing, goes back to cleaning his wound, I feel a little embarrassed, I didn't mean to stare. Then I remember. Souta. He is too young, I send him away. I see him adeptly stitch his wound. Its not the first time he has done it, it seems. He looks pale and weak. He is quick, he puts the shirt back on, before Souta arrives. I cant hold back any longer, I have a million questions, "What the hell happened?" I ask, my tone a little more horrified than I meant it to be. The boy manages a faint attempt at a smile, he pushes himself forward and sits upright. "Long story short, I spotted you brother with a few people who shouldn't be hanging with him, I try to confront them, and they try to attack me, so I take them down, but in the process, light up some old wounds. Your brother is fine, no need to worry" It takes me a moment to comprehend what he said. I am horrified, shocked and scared all at once. What should I do. - 1000IronBladeHero23hReplied to 1000IronBladeHero
Something*
I walk on the street, this place is really nice, all the houses surrounding my apartment building are condos so there is no shortage of sunlight, they are intermittently spaced by trees, which look calculated but still nonetheless beautiful. I pass a few people on the way, mostly housewives, who stare long enough for me to notice, but then turn away embarrassed for staring too long. Although the crutch is the only visible apparel to my injuries, moving my body feels exhausting. Suddenly I feel coming outside was not such a good idea. I reach the convenience store and buy a meat bun. The store was full of people shopping before going home, after work. These sorts of people are my favourite, they are too tired to stare and judge, some are busy planning dinner, some just want a good nights sleep, some hurrying to pick their kids from daycare. I pick a packet and stand in the billing que. It was reasonably short. Just 6 people, When my turn comes, the clerk looks and me and gives an apologetic smile for me having to wait, I just make a polite nod to point out it was nothing. I take my bun and go outside, the store. I hate eating while waking so I slowly take a walk to the park, by this time it is already dark outside, no children would be in there right now. I reach the park and pick an empty swing, I lean my crutch on the beam on the swing and unwrap the bun. Soft, cool wind blows against my skin, a peaceful evening. Or not quite so. - 1000IronBladeHero23hReplied to 1000IronBladeHero
Could be soemthing he does as a coping mechanism.
I walk on the street, this place is really nice, all the houses surrounding my apartment building are condos so there is no shortage of sunlight, they are intermittently spaced by trees, which look calculated but still nonetheless beautiful. I pass a few people on the way, mostly housewives, who stare long enough for me to notice, but then turn away embarrassed for staring too long. Although the crutch is the only visible apparel to my injuries, moving my body feels exhausting. Suddenly I feel coming outside was not such a good idea. I reach the convenience store and buy a meat bun. The store was full of people shopping before going home, after work. These sorts of people are my favourite, they are too tired to stare and judge, some are busy planning dinner, some just want a good nights sleep, some hurrying to pick their kids from daycare. I pick a packet and stand in the billing que. It was reasonably short. Just 6 people, When my turn comes, the clerk looks and me and gives an apologetic smile for me having to wait, I just make a polite nod to point out it was nothing. I take my bun and go outside, the store. I hate eating while waking so I slowly take a walk to the park, by this time it is already dark outside, no children would be in there right now. I reach the park and pick an empty swing, I lean my crutch on the beam on the swing and unwrap the bun. Soft, cool wind blows against my skin, a peaceful evening. Or not quite so. - 1000IronBladeHero23hCommented
You know he still has an enhanced intellective mind he could use that to be a consultant for the police or be a private investigator to help solve crimes like Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
I walk on the street, this place is really nice, all the houses surrounding my apartment building are condos so there is no shortage of sunlight, they are intermittently spaced by trees, which look calculated but still nonetheless beautiful. I pass a few people on the way, mostly housewives, who stare long enough for me to notice, but then turn away embarrassed for staring too long. Although the crutch is the only visible apparel to my injuries, moving my body feels exhausting. Suddenly I feel coming outside was not such a good idea. I reach the convenience store and buy a meat bun. The store was full of people shopping before going home, after work. These sorts of people are my favourite, they are too tired to stare and judge, some are busy planning dinner, some just want a good nights sleep, some hurrying to pick their kids from daycare. I pick a packet and stand in the billing que. It was reasonably short. Just 6 people, When my turn comes, the clerk looks and me and gives an apologetic smile for me having to wait, I just make a polite nod to point out it was nothing. I take my bun and go outside, the store. I hate eating while waking so I slowly take a walk to the park, by this time it is already dark outside, no children would be in there right now. I reach the park and pick an empty swing, I lean my crutch on the beam on the swing and unwrap the bun. Soft, cool wind blows against my skin, a peaceful evening. Or not quite so. - 1000IronBladeHero3dCommented
Interesting
"Caliburn." He thought to himself. - 1000IronBladeHero10dReplied to greenbaypitbull
It’s fine I just appreciate that the suggestion was used. I’ll admit it was kind of random but it was still funny enough
"Mama, No!" He signed in a panic, misunderstanding the situation as he slammed the sliding door shut, shattering it as he used too much force. - 1000IronBladeHero10dReplied to greenbaypitbull
Awesome! (I don’t mind if it’s not archer I suppose he’s been through enough with his poor E-rank luck)
Reaching out with his right hand, Godrick flicked Shirou's left arm with his middle finger, sending him through the wall behind him, making him crash into the kitchen. - 1000IronBladeHero10dCommented
I’ll be praying for both your wife and you it sucks that you guys have to go through something like this hopefully everything turns out well. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
You all keep me going in this difficult time, and I can't tell you all how much I love and appreciate EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. - 1000IronBladeHero10dCommented'Crazy woman' Godrick thought to himself as he practically inhaled the chocolate shake. After he was done, he felt that familiar urge to smash it on the ground and demand another, but he didn't give it.
- 1000IronBladeHero10dCommentedWalking forward, he broke through the rest of the door, trying to grab Shirou by the throat, only to be stopped by Artoria.
- 1000IronBladeHero10dCommented
It would be hilarious to see him do this to Archer later except instead of a flick it’s a side punch like how hulk does to Thor
Reaching out with his right hand, Godrick flicked Shirou's left arm with his middle finger, sending him through the wall behind him, making him crash into the kitchen. - 1000IronBladeHero10dCommented
And there it is!!! Hahahahahaha
"Mama, No!" He signed in a panic, misunderstanding the situation as he slammed the sliding door shut, shattering it as he used too much force. - 1000IronBladeHero11dCommented"I... had a talented child," the jonin continued when the lack of response became unbearable, "Even as a child she displayed great skill at controlling her chakra. A trait that got her a spot under a budding jonin sensei. She graduated early, then became chunin two years later. With Senju-sama turning tail on the village, she was rearing to be the future of our medic-nin and no one debated that. Yet. Even with her skills..."
- 1000IronBladeHero11dCommented
Pay back will be given soon Nohara-sensei
"Then... I'll prove the whole village wrong!" Kobaru spat then against his own will, sprinted towards the man, "I'll show you that the reserves are just as good as other stupid genin." - 1000IronBladeHero12dCommented
Tracing is a unique magecraft that belongs to Shirou Emiya only This guy: are you sure about that?
Archer's eyes widened when he saw that as he blocked the attack with his blades but was blown back due to the force of the attack as the already cracked ground was damaged more. While the eyes of their audience widened when they saw the attack. - 1000IronBladeHero13dCommented
Fun fact in EMIYA’s bio he’s listed as a playboy and in Nameless EMIYA’s bio he even compares himself to be like the James Bond of the nasuverse.
"Sure sure, course you ain't. Hey Siegfried! Emiya could totally bag somebody right?"