The sword fights all those who oppose the wielder.
The sword opposes all that which speaks ill of it's user.
The sword shall cut all impediment for the wielder.
The sword will neither bend nor crack from the swing of the swordsman's wrist.
The sword will always points towards tomorrow.
The sword will bring upon judgement to all.
The sword will tell time that the swinging blade will stretch towards infinity.
The sword strikes all that is wise, tentatively achieving nirvana.
The sword...
The etc...
And finally..
The sword will always be the night's companion, bringing dawn and dusk, bringing forth everyday.
- Written on the monument of the Everdark Blade, the Tomb of The Prime Blademaster.
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"Seriously, you need to get laid."
A hand that was reaching a liquor halted upon hearing those words.
The owner of the hand paused, then grabbed the cup and downed it in one go, before retorting.
"Is this a serious question, or one of those kids that call, what's that again? A meme?"
Tasting the liquor, the black haired woman couldn't help but think of the spewed information as nonsense in her seat, glancing at the red haired woman flopped in the bar's counter.
"But I'm serious. Your age...well, it's still possible, but anyways, I seriously think it's time, ya' know?" The woman draped on the counter reasoned with unbridled seriousness.
The two women were in the bar located in somewhere. They were here to celebrate winning a bet from a horse girl race.
Hearing this the first thing upon ordering a cocktail is something that should've been ignored by her, yet with her keen intellect, able to detect the seriousness of her companion in regards to what she just said.
"Age huh?"
For the black haired woman, named Krumerll, her and this woman's age shouldn't be even be thought of. She couldn't help but drown another shot as she contemplated.
For human years and idioms, they might as well be past even fossils of the cambrian period of Planet Earth.
Krumerll was a human, but at the same time isn't.
As for age, them inside this bar might very well dump that concept into the recycling bin.
And while she experienced doing the deed in the past several times, they are obviously something that's not romantic in nature but...well...
Accidents...happen in Phantamahcgoria.
One thing inside is that either you'll encounter a sex fiend that can bend all people into their preferred genders, the next, you'll encounter one that will give one a boner, despite one not having a 'bone' so to speak.
These caused incidents ranging from people cramping and collapsing mid-way to outright orgies.
Even with her intellect, Krumerll can't fathom what's this woman was thinking about.
As for sparing a usage of her fine brain to this woman's nonsense?
Bah, this woman eats kids lunch when the kids are tired from school very early.
When she said kid's lunch, she meant all the kids lunch that they brought to school.
Wasting a quantum leap analysis would be a waste.
Thinking of the trouble this woman caused a while back, Krumerll couldn't help but wince as she took another sip and gazed at her companion.
"As I speak, I ask."
Krumerll straightening her gait as she seriously addressed her companion.
Hearing this serious iconic speech of her friend, the red-haired woman finally got to the point.
As the ongoing sounds of music inside the bar continued, the two women in the counter had an indescribable chat, completely out of tune from the dreary night light and tune of the bar.
"Because it's finally time to start a family. I'm not talking about our 'playhouse', --Hey! I'm referring to our fated companion in arms, romantically and physically in bed."
The red-haired woman explained, stammering mid-way upon seeing the death stare from her companion upon hearing 'playhouse', before continuing.
Krumerll couldn't help but glare, but thankfully her friend got to the point.
"Again with that, stop calling it playhouse. You know my temper, yet you still address my place as a playhouse." Krumerll annoying complained.
"Is it not? For us, it might as well be it. Anyways, time to go for a journey to get a harem or whatnot." The red-haired woman grinned as she stood, grabbed a drink and downed it in one go.
"So...what do you think, my friend?"
Krumerll couldn't help but give her friend the stare of death for the lack of information.
"Ahem..." The red-haired woman couldn't help but gulp seeing her friend staring at her.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
"Okay, Okay, I'll explain the WHY." The red-haired woman finally relented.
Scratching her head, the red-haired woman finally explained the reason.
"It's Mythical Reprose. She said your group is starting a new journey and you'll probably be abit far from the usual routes. This meant aside from our contact to Physiwilly, our domains, and some important people and locations in the Archfactions, we're basically unreachable to other people."
Hearing this, Krumerll downed her drink and abruptly stood up. Her black one-piece dress with the same color as her hair fluttered, shining in the faint glimmer of light.
"It's time already? I didn't expect that." Krumerll spoke.
"Well, we got busy watching Miss E spend some time in her home planet training those horse girls. And her place is in accelerated time, there's no helping it." The red-haired woman said.
The black haired woman reached for her purse and took a card. Holding it, she swiped it in the device at the bar counter to pay for the drinks, while at it, signaling her friend.
Seeing this, red-haired woman couldn't help but smile wryly.
"If your saying that, it means that this mission is of paramount, yes? Reprose is the one talking about it after all." Krumerll questioned.
"Of course, if it's Mythical Reprose, it means it's something you'll do, fate-bound or not."
The two talked as they moved away from the bar towards the door of the establishment.
Krumerll couldn't help but curse for abit. "Reprose relaying this to you means that my group is already packing right? So annoying."
"Can't be helped. People know, knows. Still my advice still stands. Your group is one of the youngest there is in <
The red-haired woman explained the other un-notable reason for this suggestion.
If experiencing true lustful joy is one thing for enjoyment, then speaking of it as additional experience is something of paramount, everyone in Phantamahcgoria wants.
Accumulation of Experience is one of the ways to get stronger, regardless of restrictions and worldly laws.
A trickle might not be enough, but millions can form a dam in due time.
While this doesn't apply to Krumerll due to her being one of the exceptions to this rule, she couldn't help but smile at the prospect. What's wrong with getting stronger? Especially in a cheap way.
The two on the way bumped into empty chairs and tables before leaving.
The two started to partways after this small time drinking session.
Closing the door of the establishment, Krumerll remembered something.
She couldn't help but turn to her friend who's about to walk away.
"You really aren't suggesting getting laid because you can't write without an example, huh? Pierrot." Krumerll couldn't help but pitch one last time.
The red-haired woman, who had green highlights shining on the morning red sun, gazed at her companion.
"As long as all of our goals are achieved, it's all good right? This is a win-win scenario for both you and me." The red-haired woman, who had the alias Pierrot, couldn't help but say.
Pointing her hand then to the sky, the red-haired woman chipped. "Besides, it's not fun if you don't lay with people on the journey."
Krumerll's mouth couldn't help but twitch hearing this. She then asked.
"Can I bring my Empire?"
One of Pierrot's brows rose from that. She then couldn't but laugh. "Of course."
"Then, goodbye."
Nothing left to ask, Krumerll turned to leave.
Pierrot walked away after, disappearing in the empty streets like a mirage.
Gazing at the city reminiscent that of the twenty first century on Planet Earth, Krumerll couldn't help but gaze at this planet before hardening her heart.
She flicked her wrist.
Swoosh.
A black object shot past towards her head and unto her hand, coming from her shadow.
Krumerll lifted the sword slightly, bending the blade black and forth. Said sword itself was stained with colorful black, dotted with starry sparkle.
No onlooker saw this action, and even if it did, they were already fleeing.
"Umm. Time to return, but first..."
Krumerll then gazed at the city.
"Let there be judgment."
As the words fell, a flicker of a shadow swept throughout the city.
This seemingly invisible sword slash penetrated walls, hills, then countless cities and even continents.
This slash went forward, onwards towards nothingness. It didn't spare the earth or the red giant called the sun.
"Hmm...Hmmm....Hm.Hm...Hmm✓"
While waiting for the countdown of the civilization of this planet, Krumerll hummed a tone of one of her favorite Japanese media.
Ping.
Krumerll was slightly taken aback. She then glanced at her purse and picked up her phone inside.
Glancing at the contents, she realized that Reprose is being pissy again.
Replying, she got another message, read it, then turned off her phone.
"Too bad I couldn't witness this."
Krumerll observed the quiet city, then left, muttering with helplessness.
Glancing at the setting sun in the horizon of this town, and possibly the last this planet will evergrace, Krumerll surrounded herself in dark, icky, black shadows, slowly sinking into the pool of darkness in the ground.
One final thought in her mind came in while transporting herself to the club room in Phantamahcgoria.
'My landing point is in the planet called Terra?'
'I'm looking forward to it... ignoring that getting laid part, that is.'
She still couldn't help but complain about the abstractness of this journey.