Battlescars...

Jun : ...What's that?



Seishurou : This? It's a battlescar.
M : I've never noticed it before. O_o
Seishurou : That's because you're an incompetent fool.



Jun : How did you get it?
Seishurou : ...It was the night of the Commissioner's Ball. The room was filled with lovely ladies -
all beautiful girls from the best families in the land, there I was, with my father, charming my way into young hearts
- when all of a sudden, a troop of dark assassins streamed in from the roof!
Jun + M : O___o



Seishurou : The guards were slain before they could react, the other men cowered, incapacitated with fear.
I had neither a sword nor a gun with me, but I couldn't let the women come to harm.
I turned, lightning-quick, and grabbed a wine bottle - 1769, a good year.
I smashed it on a nearby table, and leapt at the knaves - one down, two, I thinned their numbers even as they turned.
Jun + M : O___________o



Seishurou : Finally, the leader pushed through his blundering comrades, he thrust out his sabre,
my trusty wine bottle was sacrified for the parry - and then! A spare shard flew past my face!
Blinding pain shot through my right eye - but I could not stop to ease it,
I twisted down and disarmed a corpse of its weapon, just as I had previously disarmed the man of life -



Tsukisou : *walks by* Fell off a horse at 6.
Jun + M : Ahhhh.



Seishurou : ...Bitch! >____<

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