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[b]Oni no Hanzo[/b]
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Hanzo's gentle smile never went away but there was a slight melancholic quality to it now. 

It reminded her of someone she had served before, a boy still, who she had been ordered to execute by his own father due to a verdict from Nobunaga. She could never see him more as a bright eyed boy who wanted to move out from the shadows of his father, but ultimately denied that chance after Nobunaga wanted him dead on accusations of treason. The sword trembled in her hand, as her visions blurred, before she realized tears were streaming down her face, and she had refused to gone on with the execution. 

[color=f7976a][i]"Even a demon sheds tears, it seems."[/i][/color]

Those words, her dear friend's voice, rang out, clear as a bell in her mind, as she gave a small bitter laugh.

[color=a187be]"Hmph. I did not know my Master was the type to just give up like that."[/color] She stepped forwards, finishing the last of her strawberry ice cream, her back turned towards her Master. [color=a187be]"As long as you can? Don't make me laugh. I don't know the specifics of your family, but I got the gist of it. You are here, aren't you? You're eating vanilla ice cream right now, aren't you? You don't need to follow their every wish. You don't even need to return after this War. Forget about your family's wishes. Make your own decisions, make your own mistakes. Your life is not your family's. Whatever you decide, Master,"[/color] Hanzo turned, flashing a gentle smile. [color=a187be]"Know I will be there to support your every move."[/color]

[i]Perhaps that had a bit more emotional baggage than needed,[/i] she thought to herself.

[color=a187be]"But I apologize, Master." [/color]She bowed deeply. [color=a187be]"I should not be the one to lecture you so. Ghosts shouldn't judge the living."[/color]

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