sorry about the formatting for you quick clickers, the forum managed to really fuck up today's update, I had to mod delete it and start from scratch, it was completely unfixable. anyway, there might be a cameo or two from extra and Zero, but primarily this is about the FSN servants
Originally Posted by Bird of Hermes
Ah, ok. *Hopes for cameo of Boxing Buhdda, Li Shuwen, and Tamamo*
Even if they're just fodder, it'd be worth it.
Futilely?Even the Agent couldn’t maintain his attack when he was thrown into a near cartwheel through the air, his fists looping futily in motion of an attack that was no longer a threat.
And that match was great. But damn, Gilgamesh wrecked Archer. I can't help but laugh that Gilgamesh is the Golden Boy instead of the Golden King of the Ring. It makes him sound like a good little boy.
What makes you think it's not kid Gil?
Ragnarok, come day of wrath
That fallen souls might bear our plea.
To hasten the Divine's return.
O piteous Wanderer.
That...I did not think of. That would be interesting.
ironically kid gilgamash also sounds like a boxer name
good but not enough kojiro
didnt even say his name or introduce himself
would have fit with the whole boxer mystery
still liked it. want to see more archer
He never sleeps. He never dies.
Battle doesn't need a purpose; the battle is its own purpose. You don't ask why a plague spreads or a field burns. Don't ask why I fight.
Hopefully we'll get a recap or something of the Golden Boy's obscenely power spiralling Enuma Elish straight punch straight through Archer's Rho Aius guard or something.
Gilgamesh is a master of the Original Corkscrew Punch?
This was a pure joy to read; thank you, Toby.
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what the hell ass balls?Guest chapter 1 . 4h agoThere was meant to be a 'greater than' sign between rapebird and 9/11. I did not mean to say you equal 9/11. You clearly surpass it.
Guest chapter 1 . 12h agoRapebird or your BL name I forget! You're writing another story! This is great news for the world. This is the type of news that makes people not worry about silly things such as world hunger or a cure for cancer. Because Rapebird released another story!
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Some people find it hard to properly express praise, like tsunderes or the cripplingly shy.
This is evidently a deeper problem.
I'm surprised no one has done this yet . . .
It needed to be done.
https://www.amazon.com/-/es/Jennifer...language=en_US
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The video is kinda ruined/much funnier given that the piano player has no leather jacket like the rest of the band. Seriously, could they only get four jackets and he just said "Oh don't worry I've got this cardigan at home that really meshes well with my huge glasses"?
Binged All Of Gundam In 4 Years, 1 Week and All I Got Was This Stupid Mask
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Started Legend of the Galactic Heroes (14/07/23), pray for me.
The cab on the way to the hospital was gloomy and silent. Not the expected emotion after Saber’s long-desired and much-needed win. Shirou wasn’t sure himself why he and Saber had both felt the need to follow after Rin and the Guardian. They were powerful rivals; their misfortune was something that theoretically benefited the Emiya Gym. Still…he felt like maybe he owed it to them to be there. The Guardian was not his fighter, but he had been one of his father’s. Along with that, even though it had taken Shirou and Saber a while to pick through Rin’s lesson, it had been an important and much-needed one. It was possible that things in the match with the Free Agent might have developed badly without her words rattling around in the back of their minds, and the margin of error they had in that match had not been large.
“Shirou,” Saber said, the flickering lights of the passing city crisscrossing her face. “I have heard of Fuyuki’s Golden Boy, but only the basics. Is he truly such a powerful fighter as to break the Guardian?”
“…”
Shirou was silent for a moment. The Golden Boy was one of the most popular boxers in Japan; he practically owned the King of Boxers tournament, and Saber appeared to be having trouble placing the name. It was a humbling reminder of the difference between Shirou and Saber. Saber was a Welsh Boxer who had been mastering the international world of boxing. To Shirou, the King of Boxers championship belt on one of his fighters was a precious, almost impossible dream. To Saber however, it was a stepping stone, a suitable arena for her comeback tour. It made Shirou feel small, but at the same time proud. The world of boxing that he loved suddenly seemed a larger place.
“His real name is Gilgamesh,” Shirou began slowly. “He is the adopted son of Kotomine Kirei, his manager.
“Kotomine…Kirei?” Saber said, tilting her head.
“Kirei is...a long story.” Shirou said, grimacing, raising a hand to forestall further questions. There was some history there he didn’t want to come boiling out right this second.
“Gilgamesh is…well, he is bad news. You remember the Glorious Number Two position?” Shirou asked Saber.
Saber nodded. Early on in their training Shirou had said it was something she would have to overcome, but he hadn’t provided the details back then. They had been concentrating on restoring her physical conditioning rather than scouting.
“You win through the tournament for the right to face Gilgamesh and his Original Boxer style of combat. …But nobody ever wins. He has defeated every opponent to face him in the title fight for the belt since he entered onto the scene a few years ago.”
“Is he so powerful then?” Saber said, sounding impressed…and maybe a little feisty, Shirou thought.
“Not…quite.” Shirou hedged, trying to frame his thoughts. “The Golden boy…cheats.” Shirou said, admitting the secret embarrassment of the King of Boxers tournament. “Not everyone knows of course, but the managers and a few of the really serious fans figured it out pretty quickly. Gilgamesh owns the King of Boxers tournament through the Treasury Corporation, and he uses it. He is a pretty good boxer, but there are a few that are probably better than him when it comes to ability. It doesn’t matter.”
Shirou looked at Saber to gauge her reaction; she looked shocked. It was a pretty big revelation, Shirou remembered how he had felt the first time he had found out.
“When you are fighting him, you have to be very careful on your shots. Go too low on the stomach, and the refs will call you for an illegal blow below the belt. Get a good hook in, and you get called for throwing an elbow. Fighters who have a style that’s particularly dangerous suffer injuries or get washed out in fights that should have been called for them, and you will never beat Gilgamesh by judging. It’s impossible. Taking on Gilgamesh is like fighting the entire Treasury. Also, he dopes.”
“He what?!” Saber said, surprised out of her silence.
Shirou nodded to her. “Yeah, it’s that bad. Of course his drug test, thoughtfully run by the Treasury, always comes back clean, but he uses enhancers. Hell, a year or so back a random screening caught him with a mix of painkillers in his system. Due to the time frame, they could only have been administered during a fight the night before, probably in his water bottle. But during the investigation the evidence “somehow” got lost. No evidence, no case, the story got buried."
Shirou took a breath; he noticed Saber’s expression was beginning to change from shock to anger. He felt the same way. Gilgamesh made a mockery of boxing.
“Steroids too, a lot of them, particularly in his right arm. Rumor has it he gets injections for the rest of his body once a month but his right arm is twice a week. It’s what he uses for his…”Shirou trailed off, bad memories resurfacing.
“…What is it, Shirou?” Saber said her voice oddly soft.
Shirou sighed. It was painful to talk about, but he certainly couldn’t keep it from Saber. He breathed in to answer her…
…When the cab came to a stop. They had been so deep into conversation Shirou hadn’t realized they were arriving. He reached into his pocket for his meager supply of bills but the cabbie waved him off.
“Haha!” The mustached man let out a gruff laugh at odds with the earlier atmosphere. “I just had the Saber in my cab! I should be paying you, I’ll be bragging to my fares for months. Didn’t you know…?” The cab driver gave Saber a cocky wink. “Everyone is a boxing fan in Fuyuki!”
Saber bowed her head in thanks, and then they went to the front desk to ask where the Guardian had been taken to.
“How is he?” Shirou diffidently asked Rin, as he and Saber were admitted in.
The hospital bedroom was dimly lit, but it was an actual trauma room as opposed to a bed partitioned off by curtains, evidence of either the severity of the Guardian’s injuries or Rin’s money, if not both. Rin was sitting in a chair nearby the bed. The Guardian was lying under a filmy, transparent sheet, stripped to the waist. Bandages were wrapped around his chest area, and both his arms were held in protective slings at the elbow to keep them locked in place. His earlier rich tan color had paled due to shock and injury.
Saber’s first thought was that, while she was not a wonderful judge of facial expressions, at least not when outside the ring, Rin certainly did not look like she was about to cry; rather, she looked like she was looking for an excuse to hit someone. Saber hoped Shirou hadn’t just volunteered.
Rin, though, just put her head into her hands. She didn’t seem surprised to see them. Maybe it wasn’t surprising; the Guardian had once trained at the Emiya gym.
“…I screwed up…” Rin admitted, not really answering the question. “I put him into an exhibition match. I thought it would be a good chance to experience the Original style before we fought him for real.”
“Were you looking to test the Golden Boy’s ability level?” Saber asked, curious about an opponent she knew she would have to face to win the belt.
Rin shook her head slowly.
“It’s hard to find specialists to train in the Original Boxing style. We…” Rin broke off for a moment, looking at the Guardian, and, after a moment, put her hand over his. Saber idly thought that probably wasn’t the kind of thing Rin would have done if she thought the Guardian was awake.
“Tonight our opponent dropped out. Some dark-skinned woman with her face painted white. The Many-Faced Boxer; we trained for the fight of course, but she wouldn’t have been a problem. At the last second she canceled and her gym tried to bring in a free agent.” Shirou blinked at the familiar story. Rin smiled a little at that, recovering a little of her energy. “It’s actually not an uncommon strategy. You shouldn’t focus so much only on your own boxer; people will take advantage of you, Emiya-kun.”
Rin smiled for a moment before the darkness returned to her eyes. “But I am different than you. We refused to accept the new fighter.” Rin shook her head, shocked at the rapid changes that had happened recently. “Money is important, but winning is even better. After we refused the match, the Guardian received a special invitation: a one-round exhibition match against the Golden Boy himself, it seemed like such a good opportunity…”
Saber started putting the pieces together. Rin had been offered a chance to gauge the talents and style of the Golden Boy personally. It must have been a lure to draw her out; Shirou had mentioned that Gilgamesh tended to move against troublesome boxers.
Shirou looked like he was about to ask another question when a nurse stuck her head into the room and made eye contact with Rin. Rin got up to follow her out, with Shirou close behind. Saber stayed in her chair, which she wasn’t sure they noticed as they walked out into the hall. For a moment she just sat in the darkness, letting the air flow in and out of her. It hadn’t been so long that she had been experiencing a rush of exhilaration under the stadium lights, and now she was again seeing the seedy underside of the sport she loved so much.
“…I didn’t think anyone had noticed.” The gravelly voice said finally.
Saber’s expression did not change. “In our line of work, one begins to learn the difference between someone who is unconscious, and one who is merely holding his eyes closed. Are you not on any medication then?”
“Hmph.” It was a cross between a grunt and a sardonic laugh. “Managers have the final say over dosages. When they loaded me up, Rin panicked and gave them her own body weight instead of mine. I did not correct her.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Sometimes company needed no conversation. They weren’t friends, or even allies. One had won a match, and one had lost. But both were fighters walking the same road, and sometimes that was enough.
“He hasn’t told you, has he? That manager of yours, I mean.” The Guardian said after a moment. Saber tilted her head in reply.
“I didn’t think so. He doesn’t like to think about it. Emiya Shirou is the type of punk kid who walks with his head in the clouds and an ideal stuck between his ears instead of a brain. Thinking about that day would require thinking; we can’t have that.” The Guardian’s voice was filled with derision.
Saber’s face set in anger. “I will not attack a wounded man, but I will not stand and listen while…”
“Yes, yes, while someone insults your kind manager, but I take precedence there,” the Guardian said, for the first time looking annoyed. Saber caught herself in surprise, halfway raised out of her chair in preparation to leave.
That was right though, the Guardian had served in the Emiya gym once too. “Well, I was a fighter for his father really, the only time Shirou and I worked together was under Emiya Kiritsugu’s guidance. That was back when I was the Boxer of Justice. What a laugh.” The Guardian’s voice filled with contempt again.
“Anyway, I trained under Shirou too for a little while. I was a failure, but I still fought. That makes me your senpai, you should listen to your elder when he is offering good advice.”
“And what is that good advice?” Saber said, her anger returning. “Quit the gym, as you did?”
“No,” The Guardian said, cutting her off. “It’s this. Beware what defeated Emiya. The original one, as well as me.”
Saber blinked; she had no idea what he was talking about.
The Guardian sighed. “Ten years ago, Emiya Kiritsugu fought against Kotomine Kirei, pitting his own Boxer Hunter style against Kirei’s Executor. I watched the fight sitting next to Emiya Shirou. That was back when I was just a punk kid with my eyes in the clouds and with an ideal stuck between my ears instead of a brain. I watched a man I loved like a father be broken.”
Saber could hear the truth in his words. She knew from Shirou that Kiritsugu had lost against Kirei and retired afterwards, but didn’t know many details beyond that.
“You won’t face the Executor style, but a relic of it passed into the hands of the Golden Boy. …No, it is not just a relic; the blow used by Kirei was refined into its original form, this I learned just today.”
“What occurred, Guardian?” Saber asked, looking at his wounds again.
“The match was going well; I was keeping him pinned back on the ropes. I gave the referees no chance to flag me for a penalty. My style is too precise. He was also a little rusty; do not expect that when you face him. However…I was caught off guard.”
The Guardian showed real frustration for a moment, a bit of the anger he must have been holding back at being eliminated from the tournament flickering to life for only a moment.
“I keep in my head the clock of the match, that way I can guide the tempo of the match from start to finish. The Golden Boy worked his way out of the corner and even managed to work me back into the ropes on the left side. I was not concerned, because I knew the end was approaching. I believed I had learned what I could and would be ready to face him in the title fight. Then the bell did not ring.”
The Guardian shook his head, his wood-colored eyes burning.
“I doubt anyone else noticed, but the match time was extended by a single second, two at most. When the bell did not ring…I glanced over at the time clock. I took my eyes off my opponent. That’s when he used it; he was ready for me to become distracted.”
“It?” Saber asked, believing she had finally come to the reason the Guardian had wished to speak with her.
“…The Punch that Splits the Heaven and Earth.” He said, almost reverently.
“The wh…hmm?!” Saber cut herself off, shock filling her eyes. The extensive damage to The Guardian's body, she had believed it had been the result of a sustained beating, but he had just said up until a single second he had been unharmed, even winning.
“Guardian,” Saber breathed… “Surely you are not saying that…”
“All from one single punch. “The Guardian assured her with a nod. “The bones in both of my wrists are shattered, I have a few bruised ribs, and maybe one is cracked. That’s with me using the prescribed defense. the Guardian finished, looking almost merry at her shock and dismay. “To call it a hook is to insult it. To call it a haymaker is to insult it. A punch delivered with the right arm that destroys the opponent’s body. Boxers who have taken the blow with a wrong or improperly applied defense have never walked again. Rumors have it some have even died.”
“How…how do you stop it?” Saber asked. She had never heard of such an impossible strike before coming to Japan!
“Shirou mentioned his right arm is juiced?” Saber nodded slowly. “You don’t stop the blow that Splits Heaven and Earth, you slow it down. That’s actually how it gets its name. It is impossible to parry, and a normal block won’t stop its entire force. If you simply get your gloves in the way, the blow will shatter your arms, dislocate both shoulders and won’t merely crack ribs, but snap them in half. You have to use a cross block, arm braced just above his fist’s arc, and one just below. As he strikes, his fist will spin, twisting the cross block out of the way but slowing the strike just slightly.”
The Guardian paused a moment, reflecting on his condition. This was the result after flawlessly applying the best defense he or anyone else had against it. “You can get away with just broken arms in that case. I watched it destroy Emiya Kiritsugu ten years ago. Kirei used it for the first time, when it had no name, and no defense against it. It shattered his body, Kiritsugu never boxed again.”
Saber was flabbergasted. Could such an absurd technique truly exist? But the Guardian’s wounds were real. She understood the name, the defense of above and below; Heaven and Earth that were split by the incoming punch. A defense that did not allow one to win, only lose gracefully. What an awful, fearsome technique.
The Guardian had been wary, played to his defensive strengths, kept the Golden Boy from setting up his ultimate attack, but with the match rigged, he had been off guard for a moment. Her enemy was a fighter who commanded the Treasury which could control a match through endless machinations even to the point of beating the Guardian, and the Punch which Split Heaven and Earth.
…That was who she had to defeat to receive her wish and return to the world of boxing.
“Why are you telling me this…” Saber asked after a moment of silence.
“Not sure,” the Guardian said. Saber was sure he was lying. “When I was trying to be the Boxer of Justice in truth as well as name, I was just a loser. Emiya Kiritsugu took me under his wing. …But that was not a good place to be for a boxer. He was a great boxer, I idolized him, but he was a horrible manager. I would have never gone anywhere if I hadn’t found a new manager. Still…my favorite boxer shattered. I’ll admit, that never sat right with me. I think I just really wanted to wipe the smirk off that Kotomine’s face. Sometimes I think the only reason I am still boxing is because I haven’t done it yet. Sorry, I am sure it’s an insult to the brave and noble Saber,” the Guardian’s voice began to fill with his usual annoyance again. “But my reason for fighting isn’t love of the sport or to be number one…I just really, really hate to lose.”
It was insulting, Saber thought, a boxer who did not survive and thrive through love of the sport or even competitive spirit but through sheer unyielding cussedness. Still, Saber had seen boxers like him a few times before, though they were usually much older. This was the type of man for whom fighting had become a chore, an unwelcome burden, but one that for whatever reason it could not be put down.
“Saber?” Her reverie was interrupted by a familiar voice. Emiya Shirou stuck his head into the room. His tone was soft as to avoid waking the other occupant. Saber noted the Guardian’s eyes had snapped shut again. Shirou nudged his head to indicate she should accompany him. Saber nodded to the injured man once more, and left him to the darkness and his thoughts.
There was a spark in Rin’s eyes as Saber approached; surprise? Or perhaps it was jealousy that someone else had sat with her boxer instead of her.
“What is the situation?” Saber asked. Forestalling any questions, she did not feel it was her place to inform Rin that the Guardian was awake.
“Mmm…seems like he managed to take the broken bones in places that will heal quickly, or as quickly as can be expected. His wrists are a mess, but with some physical therapy he will probably not lose the ability to use his hands.” The question over whether he would be able to box again hung like a dark cloud over them all, unanswered. After a moment Rin rubbed one of her eyes, stifling a yawn.
“T-Tohsaka…let us know if there are any changes. Saber and I…” Shirou trailed off. ‘Have to get ready for our next match…’ was the unspoken finish to the sentence; the next match in a tournament Rin was no longer a part of. Rin nodded, silently. She was a manager too. She understood.
During the cab ride home, Saber explained what had transpired between her and the Guardian.
“Sorry…” Shirou could only apologize, bowing his head. “It’s not that I didn’t want to tell you about the Golden Boy and his Punch…”
Saber could see Shirou struggling to put his thoughts into words. As the Guardian had explained it to her, she understood his feelings. The Punch that had shattered his dream along with his father’s body, was a poorly healed wound on his mind he didn’t like to prod at, lest the scab open up and ooze unwelcome thoughts out. Privately, she had to admit that the Guardian had done her a huge favor.
“Remember…” Saber said slowly into the darkness. “This is something we will face together.”
Shirou could only nod in reply. Saber hoped that was a flicker of determination she saw cross his shadowed eyes. Maybe he too, like the Guardian, hated to lose.
At the gym, though they were both exhausted, Shirou insisted on bringing in Taiga’s laptop and replaying the match between the Guardian and the Golden Boy. Gilgamash was a bronzed, handsome man with a shock of gold hair which was undoubtedly the source of his name. His trunks were also gold-colored, finely woven with textures that caught the light as if actually made of precious metals. The fans cheered him wildly. As they watched the match, Saber noted how skillfully the Guardian had pressed him with jabs, smoothly controlling every part of the match not in the purview of the referee.
The ring was the Guardian's personal world, one he controlled with ruthless perfection. The power of the Golden Boy, whose vicious strikes were based on extremely orthodox boxing styles without variation, made powerful due to his impressive physique, was equalized, thrown just a hair off balance by the Guardian’s smooth footwork. Every step was intended to draw the Golden Boy off his stance, creating vulnerabilities where none should exist; when he pinned him against the post, the Guardian’s precise jabs never failed to find high point value targets while avoiding anything that a referee could “misinterpret”.
Shirou held a pocket watch with a timer that went into the hundredths of a second, a gift from his father. A timer at the bottom of the screen relayed the match time from the large electronic clock the officials used. At the very end of the match, Saber could clearly see it. The two was just changing into a one. The Guardian blinked, his gaze drawn almost against his will to the match clock.…And just as it happened — no, perhaps even before the Guardian blinked — the Golden Boy had shifted his weight. When the Guardian looked back, Gilgamesh was already firing his ultimate punch. The look on the Guardian’s face was calm. There was no surprise there; perhaps he had realized the trap, but just a moment after it had been sprung, a single eye twitch after he had lost the opportunity to escape. Just as Gilgamesh attacked with the Punch that Split the Heaven and the Earth, the Guardian’s lips twisted into a self-mocking grin and caught the attack between a cross block. Just as he had said, the Golden Boy’s fists twisted slightly, flinging the Guardian’s arms out of the way, and slammed into his side. The force of the blow, even blocked, was enough to lift the Guardian into the air and, as the bell sounded, actually out of the ring into the first row. He fell limply to the hard concrete ground covered in blue mats.
Technically this match wasn’t a knock out. The bell rung before the Guardian could be counted out, and a fighter knocked from the ring had twenty seconds to return. The bell ringing before the count was a match end; in other words, the round was over. But having been knocked down was enough to sway the Guardian’s earlier point total into the favor of the Golden Boy. Normally that would be arguable, but the Judges were part of the power of the Treasury. Gilgamesh was given the round on pints as the Guardian was loaded onto a stretcher. The last camera frame was on the stark white face of Tohsaka Rin, frozen in dismay.
“Saber and Shirou looked at the timer in Shirou’s hand, his thumb on the stopping mechanism on top. He had pressed it the second the bell sounded. Three minutes...
…One point sixty-five seconds. The Guardian had been right. The round time was handled mechanically, there was no way for this to be a result of simple human error. The only possibility was that someone had reconfigured the clock to leave a tiny fraction of a second extra between ticks, just enough so that at the end it would be just a hair off the expectation of the Guardian. It was so clever. Even if they somehow launched a complaint and the timing came out, well then, so what? It would be ruled a minor technical glitch which the Judges would rule inconclusive, and the Guardian would just seem like a sore loser.
“We are going to defeat him.” It was a pledge that Saber made at that moment, in her heart. She may not like the Guardian, but she could respect a warrior. This Golden Boy…he had no pride at all as a warrior. He took it for granted that the world owed him his victory and orchestrated events to that end.
“He isn’t our opponent yet, Saber. Keep your head in the game” It was an almost automatic response from Shirou, a statement from her manager that wanted her to always be thinking about the next match and her next opponent, though she could see a fire behind his eyes. If it was possible, he may have been looking forward to the fight with Gilgamesh even more than she was.
“Has our next opponent been decided?” Saber said, consciously forcing her mind to consider the task at hand. Shirou’s fingers rapped over the keyboard.
“Yeah, it looks like it is just being updated now. Shirou and Saber leaned in together to see the name come up.
“…Ooh, that one.” Shirou said after a moment.
“I do not recognize the name.” Saber said blankly.
“It’s kind of a joke around the King of Boxers tournament. During her first tournament entry she had been signing some paperwork when the pen she was using ran out of ink. The girl at the front desk didn’t happen to have another one. So this fighter, she takes the girl’s hand and shoves the pin into it, opened up a damn vein, and used the blood to sign her name. She ended up getting disqualified and doing time for it. I hear her manager had to pay a fortune to get her readmitted, but ever since then, they call her the Blood Writer. But sometimes that gets shortened a little bit,” Shirou finished, looking back at the screen. It read:
Saber vs. Writer
Coming soon!
Last edited by Tobias; March 23rd, 2014 at 11:24 AM.
Gilgamesh you dirty cheater.
And so the next opponent isRider'Writer'. I would just like to say that that play on words was terrible, and I absolutely didn't laugh. At all. Not even a little. Seriously.
Nice chapter. So will EMIYA/Archer/Guardian still show up in later fights, or is this the end for him?
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Jesus.
Gilgamesh is a dick.
oops, sorry folks, for some reason my last batch of edits didnt get through so the font was weird and there were a few minor mistakes, corrected.
also, as always, thanks to leftovers for his work, and this chapter was more or less sponsored by verg avesta.
Unfortunately the Guardian wont be able to re-enter the ring for a while.
Last edited by Tobias; March 23rd, 2014 at 11:37 AM.
Well, the Golden Boy did quite a mess on him. Two wrists can't heal in a few weeks, after all. And that without talking about the ribs.
Anyway, nice chapter! I wonder how the Blood Writer is gonna fight.
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