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Characters; Kamui (absolutecarnage) & whoever is in Ex-Favila's first brigade.
Setting/Location; Ex-Favila // Training grounds
Date & Time; Day 2, morning
Warnings; DOMESTIKKU BAIORENSU.
Briefing; Training - the Yato way.
The good thing about being in this part of the country was that they were underground, which meant no danger of being harmed by the sun's rays. He didn't have to keep his parasol open all the time (though he carried it around as an extra precaution). That was one less worry for him.
Only just recently he'd been given the list of his men, and he was ready and eager to see what they could do. And what better way than an all-out brawl? Whoever was left standing at the end of it, could follow him in battle. Or could fight him again and again for a few days until a winner was decided. Either would be pretty enjoyable.
Kamui sat on the grass as he waited for his men to show up, hoping they'd hurry up. He understood they'd be slow walking to their own funerals, but he wanted to see the ones who were eager to fight -the ones who'd get here first, grinning from ear to ear, willing to partake in the inevitable blood bath. There was no greater way to learn than while desperately fighting for one's life.
Setting/Location; Ex-Favila // Training grounds
Date & Time; Day 2, morning
Warnings; DOMESTIKKU BAIORENSU.
Briefing; Training - the Yato way.
The good thing about being in this part of the country was that they were underground, which meant no danger of being harmed by the sun's rays. He didn't have to keep his parasol open all the time (though he carried it around as an extra precaution). That was one less worry for him.
Only just recently he'd been given the list of his men, and he was ready and eager to see what they could do. And what better way than an all-out brawl? Whoever was left standing at the end of it, could follow him in battle. Or could fight him again and again for a few days until a winner was decided. Either would be pretty enjoyable.
Kamui sat on the grass as he waited for his men to show up, hoping they'd hurry up. He understood they'd be slow walking to their own funerals, but he wanted to see the ones who were eager to fight -the ones who'd get here first, grinning from ear to ear, willing to partake in the inevitable blood bath. There was no greater way to learn than while desperately fighting for one's life.