Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my throne
Running his hands across his yukata, the samurai wore no armor today, only a red yukata with a white haori over it. His hair was back in a rather bushy pony tail, swaying easily any time he moved his head. Sipping on the sake some more, his eyes were fixed on the lacrima vision, his necklaces dangling as he watched the sports on the screens. He clutched Clarent on his waist a bit, a white sash holding the red blade against his broad waist. Finishing the sake, he poured another cup. The bartender here knew to leave him the bottle. Not only did he have such a high tolerance, he loved the taste and was good for the money. Sitting there with his drink, the brown haired mage awaited the arrival of his guild members, or anyone who dared to strike up a conversation with the Fire King. He was known as quite friendly after all, or at least he liked to think so. Tonight seemed promising. A nice bit of home for the samurai.
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