ㅤ 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐎 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 〝 a ( f̶e̶m̶a̶l̶e̶ ) swordsman that is lively, yet 𝗱𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱. cheerful and openhearted, constantly full of 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑬. 〞 #FATERP／#MVRP ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

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He shall fall to my embrace as well, my dear rival; for only time will tell!

Headbutts even harder.

Oh my, apparently her ears are full with sand, too!

Mhmmhm..... corpses, corpses everywhere..... ~

"Too many, to be precise----waaaaay too many, Berserker-dono! Fufufu!"

He is still intoxicated by the alcohol a certain oni gave him. In other words, he is K.O.

Crawling on the ground, laughing, cackling, yelling. He is without orientation, but he is having a great time on his own.

「oh, no. . . It’s the good looking man from back then!」

....ufufufu~

He is lingering below.... the dark within the shadows.... always there, watching....

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀        ⠀   𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐉𝐈. ⠀        ⠀     ⠀ 𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘐𝘕. #FATERP | #MVRP

「Let’s see if Master is still awake. . . I feel like teasing him a little, ふふ。」

“ah, it’s fun watching these fools from afar. you never know when they make another stupid mistake.” —or rather when she gets the opportunity to mess up with everyone.

Things to do today: convince Master to skip training, mix a drink with — 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑵, Shuten herself. Hoh.... would you look at that, Master is already absent!

That's quite a lot of talk, and not enough drinking! CLING. Doman held up two cups in two hands - one designated to end up within the oni's fiery stomach. "After you, my dear fiend.~"

Meanwhile, Doman held 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗜 in a dangerous situation: pinned, body on body, against the wall. Not a word was spoken until his fingers held the swordswoman's pretty face in place - close enough to press lips onto lips. Whispering. "You make me..... mad, so terribly mad."

"There is no time nor place right-er with the right company." a hand pointed at her. "Anywhere, Shuten-dono!" And like that, they both waddled towards the simulation room.

ᅠ oh no, why is Douman-dono mad at her, きゃああー！ ᅠ