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 * x| Dragon's Don't Bleed |x| [ 竜 ] New Dragon Flow - A Salamander In His Prime - Fuck Everything Else

Kyōkai was becoming impatient. He had been stationed within this section of the school for an entire seventy-two hours, and he wasn’t making any intellectual progress since he arrived. What was the meaning of stashing him in this delinquent filled hellhole if he wasn’t going to learn a damn thing? Absolutely nothing! There wasn’t any form of retribution reform taking place on this side of the school. Nothing but delinquent assimilated classrooms, chaotic quarrels, and cafeterias filled with an atmosphere idiocy that could only be classified as Mental Retardation. Yet, despite all this, this piece of utter crap could be considered a school. The teachers were egotistical, but legitimate in their ability to teach students. Though, what did Kyōkai care? He was here simply to carry out a mission given to him by the World Government. Holding the title of War Lord, he was compelled to do this despite his apathetic nature toward the affairs of the aforementioned.

Anyway. The only excitement he had seen in months was the occasional jobs that the World Government gave him. These jobs involved him, along with a few of his comrades, taking down a group of idiotic individuals. These individuals, being a mass of retardation affiliated with a Vampire under the name of Van, were easily executed, but Kyōkai didn’t see them as a challenge to begin with. No. Instead, he simply took them down because they were hunting the three individuals he himself wanted to kill. Akainu, Spandam, and Sengoku.

Anyway, back onto the topic involving Kyōkai’s annoyance. The rage that filled him was rage born from his impatient demeanor. You see, he had been asked to take out a target that was attempting to oppose the World Government with a group of obscurely strong individuals. It was originally considered an assassination contract, but considering the fact Kyōkai isn’t stealthy in any sense, he sent the target a “declaration of war”. This declaration, specifying the place and time, was issued to the individual on October 18, 2013. Today’s date just happens to be October 21, 2013, clearly seventy-two hours after the letter was sent. So, quite aggravated at the individual’s incoherent lateness, Kyōkai’s annoyance possesses some justification.

“Alright. It’s time to begin. No mercy.”

Having finally found the motivation and will to push his annoyance to the side, Kyōkai took an erect stance. Staring out into the open sky, he listened to the chaotic incompetence that was the hustle and bustle of New York City. Smiling and snickering like a maniacal psychopath, he made his way to the edge of the school’s roof. Located on the side of the roof was a set of clothing that had been issued to him by a force the World Government more then recognized; Otohara. The words “Hollow Points” and “New Dragon Flow” occupied the white fabric that made up the uniform neatly folded over the crease of a ventilating system. The uniform consisted of a red coat with black linings, a white long sleeved shirt with a folded collar, black pants, yellow belt, black shoes, a black necktie with two yellow lines, and a pair of red and black headphones.

“They call us rookies, but we balling like veteran killers.”

With nothing more to his quite obscure and bland introduction, Kyōkai set off a flair in which signified a beacon in which would lead his opponent to him. Being both lazy and incoherent in terms of tacking, he didn’t even bother to move from his position as this flair went off. Instead, he began to draw his extremely large claymore from its involute looking scabbard. If anything, he could at least speak to his opponent before the fight began. Especially seeing as the person he was going to be facing, was somebody he didn’t want to be the one to die by his hands.


 * x| Dragon's Don't Bleed |x| [ 竜 ] New Dragon Flow - A Salamander In His Prime - Fuck Everything Else