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She saw it in the reflection of her extended blade.

A myriad of presents expanding outwards in the instant of severance. Shadows fading away as Yasu met her end, her mouth opening up to speak the last words that only Yasu could read. Some filled with encouragement. Others filled with unsated wrath. Still more happy to have made it so far. And all of them, confident that this wouldn't be their end. For where Yasu fell, Yasu continued, living the futures that had been lost.

The whip flew by, impotent rage cut down at the root, and the youth charged on, not giving herself a moment to rest! Prodigious size simply merited greater exsanguination! Muscles that bulged like that were simply filled with fluids, not flesh! And an angry cat was [i]cute[/i], not scary!

[b]"Everyone!"[/b] They could hear the joy in her voice, the joy of living to personally see another sun rise, the joy of living to continue down the path that the [i]others[/i] could not. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ec4YbVP9R-A][b]"It's time for an all out attack!"[/b][/url]

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And with that, Yasu hurled her sword forwards with all her might, mirror-polished steel turned into a brilliant disc as it sank into the chest of the blind lion. Without even giving it a pause to roar out in pain or sink into itself to protect its vitals, the young girl dashed forth, the crimson cross within her odd eye bending into a crimson halo, a crimson ring. She could see it all. All the paths she could take, all the methods of execution available for her. And while the precocious Cleaner occasionally had a taste for being a contrarian, in this case?

Branches converged, three hundred Yasus deciding that they all wanted to do the same thing.

Launch into a Rider Kick that would shoot her sword straight through this third-rate ringmaster.