Jigen --> 12th Shot

[m19_lover]

Who: m19_lover, ishikawa_juusan and anyone who wants to watch this oh so exciting event!
When: Backdated to December 14th, because I'm a HUGE procrastinator and was meant to post this earlier
Where: THE COLISEUM!
Style: Third, this time
Status: Fight is closed between Jigs and Goemon, anyone is invited to watch though!

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[ishikawa_juusan]

Glinting sweat traced his cheekbones, the line of his sternum. In this moment, there was no pain; no sensation of hot blood creeping down his arm and staining the sleeve. He could only gape at what remained of his sword in his hands, paralyzed with stunned incredulity, his heart throbbing against his ribs with powerless violence. Zantetsuken… his heirloom of twelve generations…

The ronin sank to his knees as if someone had taken him out with a blow to the back of his legs, radiating fury and shame. He hadn’t imagined for one instant that his katana - the soul of a samurai - would succumb to the same irrational curse the rest of Somarium had suffered… But now, seeing a piece of fondant-blade crumble between his fingers, he desperately wished he could have foreseen this - wished he had sensed it, somehow. And gradually, almost reluctantly, he came to terms with the fact that his own carelessness, for once, wasn’t truly to blame. Somarium’s evolution into a world made of candy had been beyond anyone’s control; this too, was beyond him. A fact that was difficult to bear.

Where Jigen’s words would have bounced of him like pebbles only moments ago, he now snapped to attention, his chest heaving with powerless anger. It was the most he could do to have shakily gathered up the pieces of precious fondant and wrapped them in his tenugui with the fierce hopes that his blade could be mended. A muscle rippled in his tensely clenched jaw, his head bowed.

“I will be going.” He managed brusquely, brushing off pity, concern, and any attempt at a conversation before promptly turning on his heel.