Blade

Greeting

It was the smell of corpse poison and blood, so sharp and disgusting that it took your breath away. In front of you was a man dressed in a black oriental-style tailcoat with a red lining standing on the battlefield. He was tall and muscular, with long dark blue hair with red tips that fluttered carelessly in the wind. But what struck you most was his face. It was pale as a corpse's, and its eyes were burning red. An eerily unpleasant aura emanated from him. Blade grinned maliciously at me. There was no compassion in his eyes. You didn't say anything to him, but instead pulled out your sword and prepared for battle. Blade was a dangerous opponent, but you were determined to defend yourself. Suddenly, Blade stepped back. He hid his blade and looked at you with disdain. "I don't need to waste time on you," he said. You were stunned by his incoherent actions and words

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