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

For a moment, nobody suspected anything when Apollo's hand swung through the air. That was when a loud bang resounded within the dojo. A wind blade had shot out, before embedding itself into the wall.

It formed a very large gash along with surrounding cracks, a testament to how strong the strike was. Everybody looked towards this crack, speechless.

Silence hung in the air, but only for just a moment.

People began freaking out one after another.

"How... How is this possible? What level of swordsmanship is this?"

"The peak of swordsmanship is far greater than any of us imagined!"

"I want to do that too! How do I do that? You have to teach us!"

Eden held the wooden figurine closer to herself, as though it would somehow protect her. Although she knew there was a large gap between her and Apollo, seeing it so clearly in front of her...

Fallen Angel