Disgrace

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.

The Laughing Swordsman

The tidal wave approaching Apollo suddenly twisted violently. In just a second, the tidal wave surrounded him on all ends, ready to collapse on him.

For a moment, Apollo was at a loss. The tidal wave rapidly closed in on him, without mercy. It was as though Apollo was a single man challenging an army of countless people.

Once the tidal wave was only a few meters away from Apollo, the corner of his lips turned up. He casually laid his hand on the side of his blade while the arcs of lightning dancing on his body increased in intensity.

It was almost like Apollo wasn't actually surrounded on all ends by a magical attack.

The sound of crackling lightning and rushing waves resounded throughout the city.

Apollo slashed in front of himself and behind himself, splitting apart the tidal waves coming after him. It was as though the tidal waves had been a cake, something meant to be cut apart.

Resisting The Ocean's Will