"What?! What the hell are you saying?! How dare you mock even though you're close to death? You're playing with fire!" Kato scread, throwing yet another punch in Yoichi's face.
The blood of the young tar's wounds splattered over the blue-haired warrior's face. Yoichi's hands, which initially tried to push back his opponent, were now hanging without strength along his hips.
One eye was so swollen that it could not see, while the other was injected with blood, barely distinguishing Kato's shape.
In the background, Enatsu's screams. The rchant kept yelling and wriggling, trying to put a stop to the fight.
After yet another punch, Kato took a gander at Yozo. With that gaze, the Heralds warrior asked his guild master for permission to go further. He agreed, smiling maliciously and nodding with his head.
On the other hand, despite Enatsu's loud screams and the apparent outco of that battle, Takamori had no power to interrupt the fight. Yoichi was supposed to surrender to get his life spared.
Receiving a sudden burst of adrenaline from the centre of his body, the young tar used his opponent's mont of distraction to hit him: no longer managing to move his arms or legs easily, Yoichi head-butted his face.
*crack* - With an unprecedented level of violence, Kato's nose bent under his forehead, breaking. "Aaaargh! Fuck! Fuck!" he scread, loosening his grip on his opponent's neck and taking a step back.
Kato's hand filled with blood while his nasal septum was slightly crooked to the left, causing him acute pain.
Yoichi remained on his knees, his gaze turned downwards. As he continued to cough up blood, a chuckle echoed in the air. Despite knowing that that provocation would trigger a strong reaction in his enemy, the young Nightblades tar did not seem to fear death, taking advantage of every useful mont to strike.
"You're dead at, Yoichi!" Kato roared, dashing at him and loading all his strength into one punch. The coup de grace struck Yoichi right in the face, causing him to turn on himself and crash with his face to the ground.
The mont Kato's hand hit him, a vision trapped his mind, unlocking an old mory.
...
Hit by a punch identical to the one just suffered, Yoichi stumbled upon a marble step and fell backwards, hitting the asphalt.
Sohow managing to interact with the mory, he looked around. A rundown alley overlooked a particularly busy street of a tropolis. The sound of horns and other noises of the city rumbled in his ears.
In front of him, a moustached and muscular man with elegant trousers and a black tank top was looking at him from the top of the stairs. A pair of black-lensed glasses covered his eyes, and one of his large hands was resting on a door behind his back.
"Next ti I'm coming at you hard, motherfucker!" the man grunted, bringing his hair back with one hand and spitting on him, still lying on the ground.
Beyond the open door from which he had just been kicked out, the 'self' of his previous life saw a large round table. It was covered with a green ga tablecloth with hundreds of cards and other items scattered on its surface. Around the table, about ten salty looking n.
*slam* - A loud noise followed the closing of that door, bringing Yoichi back to reality.
...
*gasp*anf*anf* - Breathing hard, Yoichi opened the only eye still capable of watching. In front of his mouth, the tatami dust was blown away from his breath, mingling with blood.
Yoichi could not move a single muscle, but blurry images appeared before his eyes. Several ters away, Ichiro was on the ground. The steed's abdon swelled and deflated, marking its last breaths.
In front of it, the Kuwatako floated nacingly, waiting for the order of its tar to end the suffering of the Inoshuma.
Suddenly, a sensation pervaded the young tar's body, freeing him from anger. After experiencing his last mory, he realized that, for the umpteenth ti, sothing was telling him that he had completely wasted his previous life.
It was as if those strange blood writings appeared every now and then ca directly from his subconscious. For so arcane reason, he was given a chance to be reborn in a new body. In a new world.
My second life's redemption attempt... Yoichi recalled, referring to the first inscription that appeared on the wooden wall of his farm. I don't want to die again. Ichiro and Kenji don't deserve my own fate... I... I will live for them, too.
Kato's steps beca closer and closer. Trying to keep his eyes open, Yoichi whispered his last words. "Az... Azron."
After uttering Ichiro's real na, the horse demon was wrapped in his own aura, dematerializing. Its Demon Tooth appeared wedged into the floor, under the scary purple eyes of the Kuwatako.
The tip of the magical object was the only part left undamaged: the side surface of the spine was scratched and corrupted and its top was broken because of the extensive damage suffered.
As Yoichi realized that Ichiro's life was no longer at risk, he shut his eyes, unconscious.
Surrendering in the presence of Kato, the young tar had decided to save his life and that of his demon pets. With that gesture, he wanted to prove to himself that the old Yoichi, that good-for-nothing who had wasted his life with alcohol and gambling, did not exist anymore.
...
When his heartbeat echoed in his rib cage and his lungs restart to breathe fresh air, Yoichi awoke from his long sleep.
Both of his eyes barely opened, gradually returning the senses to his body and mind. Even the muscles of the face were numb and sore: his mouth was half open and his face numb, marked by a aching expression.
The young tar slightly closed his dehydrated lips, swallowing emptiness. Finally, after a few seconds, his eyes managed to focus on the ceiling above his head.
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