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

Several vines shot out to bind Apollo's legs. Yet before they could reach, part of them was cut before falling helplessly to the floor. The location around the cut was ever so slightly charred.

Originally, the vines would simply regenerate after being cut. However, the fact that they were charred interrupted that. The vines first had to push off the charred part forcefully, peeling them off like a scab, before they could regrow.

This process did not take long, but within the context of this situation, it was far too long.

Two wooden spikes shot towards Apollo, one towards his head and the other to his shoulder.

After slashing through a vine with his hand, he placed it onto the flat side of his bokken. The transition was practically seamless.

Then, Apollo's bokken snapped out.

Both of the wooden spikes were blown away, while the top part broke off entirely.

More Important Than One's Life