[Tsuru finds himself in a void, empty of any scenery.
And in the center, kneeling with perfect poise, is Aruji. No monster or body horror features this time, however—she looks as she always does in Tsuru's memory. When she sees him, she offers him a soft smile.
In Tsuru's hand is a knife: the same from the Dispel spell. He will know, intuitively, that to complete the spell—to see whether he can successfully cure Aruji or not—he must stab her once more.
... But it doesn't look like she's here for a fight, so he doesn't need to do it immediately, if he wants a moment.]
Even if there comes a day where your missions have ended, I hope you can find a future you desire. Filled with peace, but with enough surprises to keep your heart beating.
but there's still a pain in him as he grips onto the dagger. while it is not uncommon for a sword warrior to have to slay their own master for the sake of history, they have always been the ones of the past. but aruji is the present, the one whose fate isn't etched in stone.
this isn't really her, and this should be helping her instead of harming, but... ]
Once again... I am sorry. [ he bows. ] Thank you for everything. I will return to you soon.
[He drives the blade into her. To the very end, she smiles at him, fond and at peace. No blood comes this wound, as she instead disappears, fading away into the void.
Tsuru will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
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PART 2.................2!
And in the center, kneeling with perfect poise, is Aruji. No monster or body horror features this time, however—she looks as she always does in Tsuru's memory. When she sees him, she offers him a soft smile.
In Tsuru's hand is a knife: the same from the Dispel spell. He will know, intuitively, that to complete the spell—to see whether he can successfully cure Aruji or not—he must stab her once more.
... But it doesn't look like she's here for a fight, so he doesn't need to do it immediately, if he wants a moment.]
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[ his voice is filled with fondness, but there's a hesitance before he walks over to her.
he did, technically, stab his master earlier. more than one master, actually, but he'll focus on the one in front of him. ]
You look well.
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... You've worked very hard, haven't you? Tsurumaru. I'm sorry that as your master, I couldn't give you more of a respite between missions.
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[ in more ways than one. ]
Thank you.
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[Said with nothing but fondness.]
Even if there comes a day where your missions have ended, I hope you can find a future you desire. Filled with peace, but with enough surprises to keep your heart beating.
[Slowly, her hand falls back to her side.]
Until then, though—do what you must.
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but there's still a pain in him as he grips onto the dagger. while it is not uncommon for a sword warrior to have to slay their own master for the sake of history, they have always been the ones of the past. but aruji is the present, the one whose fate isn't etched in stone.
this isn't really her, and this should be helping her instead of harming, but... ]
Once again... I am sorry. [ he bows. ] Thank you for everything. I will return to you soon.
[ he will drive the blade into her. ]
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Tsuru will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.
It's almost over.]