CMO 2016 EDITION

[eonflamewing]

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[deverium]

[ History will always move on. One has to wonder what was the purpose in their kiwame journeys, for all they seem to be doing are reliving the very memories that have made them the people they are. No new resolution provided by the tales of old - unless their mutual presence was intended as the catalyst of change.

Even if it is, it is bound to not be a pleasant one. ]

Resistance is futile.

[ When Nobunaga gives the signal to raid the Imagawa main camp, he charges forward along with the rest of the soldiers. However, the two of them exist in a realm separate from the chaos around them - soldiers pass through their forms, the only thing non-ethereal being their selves and blades. ]

[thriceunified]

[History will always move on, leave people and things behind, cast adrift in time... and then there they were, sent back to preserve it all. Unnatural, all the same.

No new memories to be formed, only old wounds ripped open anew.]

...Perhaps.

[And yet, resistance is still put forth, as though history could be changed without consequence, as though loss is not a foregone conclusion.

Nameless had always been more skilled than he, a sharper blade, better at combat through sheer volume of use alone, and yet he still crosses blades with him without a second thought, the flash of light reflecting off blades and the harsh sound the only thing signifying them meeting in the middle of the field.]

[deverium]

[ Perhaps the second healing of old wounds was the change that they were supposed to go through. ]

You cannot change history.

[ He's fast, each strike containing all his strength. Left, right, center, parry and dodge - a movement that has become instinctive for him, drilled into his head hard enough to blot out all thought. Even when Souza lands his strikes, he will push on despite the injury.

It's as if he feels no pain. ]

[thriceunified]

[Perhaps. A cruel change all the same.]

I do not intend to.

[And yet he fights back with all his strength just the same, despite Nameless pushing him back with ease, drawing blood and making feet slip for purchase in the mud. And yet, he fights back with all the strength he can muster, even when his strikes follow through, even when he's wounded, even when an ordinary man wouldn't be able to carry on.

He cannot change history, but perhaps he could shatter under the effort of protecting a master he barely remembers.

He feels pain. He relishes in it, until his sword is cast from his hands and sticks upright in the mud too far away to retrieve. Until he looses his footing in the same movement and falls to his hands and knees.]

Just... take my head and finish it.

[He knows he won't, but... maybe... just maybe he will.]