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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn > Noon
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Baraian [@Dezuel], Terneus [@Dezuel]
[color=black][b]BGM:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aF7gXqjGt8Y]Kuroi's Conviction[/url][/center]

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[b][u]Wallet:[/u][/b] 14 Amas
[b][u]Bank:[/u][/b] 3,000

[b][u]Gear[/u][/b]
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[*] See 'Clothing'
[*] Wakizashi
[*] Two razor-sharp metal fans
[*] Throwing Knives
[*] Rope Darts
[*] Climbing Claws
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[b][u]Items[/u][/b]

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[*] Drystone (For sharpening weapons)
[*] Gourd of water
[*] Steel wire
[*] Caltrops
[*] Smoke Bombs
[*] Large Red Potions (x3)
[*] Medium Red Potions (x3)
[*] Magic Resistance Potions (x2) [Black]
[*] Antidote/Medicine (x1) [Green]
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Kuroi sat there, gripping his mask with one of his hands as the other protectively went to his waist upon seeing the lovely pompous bastard come into the old shack uninvited. As he stood up, he found himself the target for a barrage of light beams coming his way, forcing him to act.

The vulpine immediately dived towards the nearest piece of furniture that would provide cover - a round table. Letting his left hand catch him from falling on his face, he used his right arm to roll on his shoulder and came up standing. He toppled the table over quickly and drew both of his metallic fans, both spread out and as sharp as ever. He pointed his left hand towards the governor and bared his fangs at him, "You dare attack one of your most important military asset? I'm sure one as self-proclaimed as you have heard of the name 'Usagi' at least once in his pompous life. You come in here with such undeserved pride and arrogance despite having the combat prowess of a mere kit!" Kuroi cursed out, spitting at Terneus' feet. "I suggest you lay down your arms and walk out of here lest I talk to dear old mother about stopping the training for your little platoon outside. After all, we wouldn't want to take away what little training your so-called 'special' troops have, now do we?" He continues, grimacing at the elf.

Kuroi stared down at his opponent, certain that within a few seconds he could meet the edge of blades up against the elf's throat. It was clear that the young duelist was absolutely appalled by the cowardly being that stood before him. 

This type of behavior and egotistical aura around the elf made Kuroi snap.

[i]Hard.[/i]

"Consider your options careful my cowardly governor. One, the son of the woman who is in charge of the entire city's military has the power to cease the training of all your troops. Two, if blood is spilled, our own political power will be used against you. Three, if my blood is, by some ungodly intervention, is spilled here, mother will take on the cowl of the most proficient assassin you have ever laid eyes on. I guarantee you that the worst option you pick here today is death. The best? Your poor ego is crushed by a man who is significantly better than you."  

The vulpine let out a loud exhale before finishing his barrage of threats, "Consider wisely what you are about to do. Step away and leave the shack, or you are free to beg for my forgiveness, tool. I imagine one as 'wise' as yourself would not dare strip the city of its army."

Kuroi stared at the governor, his eyes gleaming conviction and intent to follow through with any physical and/or political option. Based on his demeanor and the sudden stance he lowered himself into, it was clear that Terneus would either face a loss of political power, a loss of his ego, or his own life; be it by Kuroi's or his own mother's hands. 

"Choose, pompous wretch."