FUN LITTLE DATE

As Ken and Jully spent the day walking through the city, their spirits light and carefree, the bustling streets around them seemed to fade into the background. Their laughter echoed through the air, a perfect harmony of two kindred souls enjoying the day.

Suddenly, a boy approached Jully with a smirk, his eyes filled with ill intentions. "Hello, young lady, would you like to have some tea?" he asked, his gaze lingering far too long. Ken, sensing the inappropriate tone, immediately stepped forward, his presence suddenly growing ominous. His dark eyes locked onto the boy with a dangerous intensity.

Without a word, Ken confronted the boy, his voice colder than ice. "I will take care of this."

The boy, undeterred by Ken's imposing figure, sneered. "Who are you to get involved in this conversation?" he demanded, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Ken's anger flared at the boy's insolence, and before the boy could react, Ken grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground effortlessly. "What did you say?" Ken's voice was low and dangerous, a murderous edge underlying his words.

The boy, paralyzed with fear, found his voice stolen by terror. He couldn't even muster a response, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Ken loosened his grip, and the boy crumpled to the ground, unable to move, his face pale with fear. Ken turned away, heading back toward Jully, who was standing in stunned silence. Her face flushed a deep red, unable to meet Ken's gaze. The tension between them was palpable, but Ken, oblivious to her flustered expression, remained focused on the events unfolding around them.

As they continued their walk through the city, Jully's feelings for Ken became more apparent, but Ken, thick-headed as ever, remained unaware of the quiet affection she held for him. Every glance she cast his way seemed to deepen her feelings, but Ken, lost in his thoughts, paid no mind to the subtle signs.

The day continued on, both of them lost in the joy of their shared adventure. As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the kingdom, Ken turned to Jully. "I have to go now. Let's find your father."

Jully's face fell slightly at the thought of parting from him, but she nodded with a soft sigh. "Okay..." she replied, her voice tinged with reluctance.

They searched for a while and finally found her father near the arena, where the grand event of the King's Duel was set to take place. The excitement in the air was palpable, but Ken's mind was already elsewhere, preoccupied with his upcoming plans.

As they made their way toward the arena, Ken's weapon spirit, still playful, spoke up. "Master, you know something..."

Ken raised an eyebrow, curious. "What?"

The spirit, with its characteristic mischievous tone, replied, "Master, you know you're a thick-headed bastard."

Ken's mood shifted instantly, his anger flaring. "You fucking piece of shit of a weapon!" he yelled, glaring at the sword as though it were a real person. The spirit, seemingly unbothered, chuckled.

But as the two bantered, far away, in a shadowy corner of the kingdom, a figure cloaked in an ominous aura watched them, a slow, unsettling smile creeping across his face. His eyes gleamed with sinister intent, clearly intrigued by Ken's actions.

Later that night, Ken returned to his room, exhausted but content from the day's events. As he sank into the soft bed, the weight of the day finally caught up with him. "Tomorrow," he murmured, "we can test our improvement, buddy."

The sword spirit responded with a playful tone, "Yeah, sure. Sleep well, my thick-headed master."

Ken chuckled softly, his eyes already closing as he drifted off to sleep. But just before sleep took him, the sword spirit, named Dracula, fell into a trance. A memory flashed before him—of a small boy calling his name, "Dracula." The spirit stood still for a moment, caught in the weight of the memory of his past life and previous masters.

Ken, oblivious to the shift in atmosphere, slept soundly on the bed, his breathing slow and steady. In the quiet stillness of the room, the bond between master and spirit deepened, as both awaited what the future would bring.