As the clash between almost supernatural swordsmanship and martial arts finally came to a close, Yujiro kneeled on his Right knee, clutching the multiple wounds he had been given during the fight.
Is this to be my end...? To be bright down by something hardly considered human?
He didn't have much to think about as the man in Dark strolled slowly with his Red Blade making noise as he slowly walked over too him.
"No force, No Saber, yet still strong.....Who are you?" The man in black spoke with a raspy speech as he breathed through his mask.
Yujiro smiled, this is what it took to finally bring defeat to him? He attempted to find what little splice he had in finally finding someone stronger then he.
"It no longer matters." Yujiro spoke.
"It does, you expect me to kill you"
Yujiro's eyes widened in response, he wasn't going to be killed?
"Anger, Rage, Greed, the will to fight the strong, a near perfect candidate I'd say.....Rise"
Yujiro rose up, clutching his wounds but standing on both legs.
"You expect me to fall under orders? Like some dog on a leash" Yujiro spoke bitter, but almost mockingly
"You want to be the strongest, yet turn down the opportunity to for more strength and training? You can surpass even those stronger then you that I know, yet you wish to die here?"
Well, that's a good point
"So what do you want from me?" Yujiro asked curiously
"Join me, learn even more techniques, those your feable fists cannot even begin to understand, you can become far stronger then even you can imagine"
Yujiro wasn't going to die without being the strongest whoever lived, no matter what the ordeal, no matter the humiliation, or what he must suffer through.
"Fine then, teach me" Yujiro hesitantly agreed.
"Good. Follow me to my ship."
"My."
"Apprentice"
Jesus my hand hurts.
