"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦."
- 𝘒𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘳𝘪

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐊𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐫𝐢 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫)
𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞, e̶x̶o̶r̶c̶i̶s̶m̶,
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: [𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱]
𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐎𝐟𝐮𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."
- 𝘖𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐎𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧)
𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: [𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱]
𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧
𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧: [𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱]

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Fall.

Everything.

Fall.

Everything.

Fall.

Everything.

It was autumn. The fawn coloured leaves were all falling down from the trees. Soon, they would become branches with nothing left.

The wind was calm. The sky was blue. The green grass swayed slightly as the little flowers made their little dance in the breeze.

The field was beautiful to look at from the road side. The afternoon sky was still looking quite blue, with a slightly yellow hue, with white clouds drifting away.

By the slope of the road, almost at where the field started, sat a man. Alone.

His eyes were blue, he wore an extravagant kimono, his long nails a light purple. The bridge of his nose and the edges of his eyes were painted a deep red. On his upper lip, was a purple paint. A huge box sat beside him too.

His eyes showed a boundless amount of stillness. They were so still, it felt that even if the sky were to shatter, they would not waver.

On his hand, was a small sword. A red sheathe, with a mouth shaping at one end, starry glitter decorating it. The bell and the white threads were the perfect neat little tie in the packing.

He wore high sandals and a purple bandana over his head, his blonde hair tied to one side by a blue band.

He smiled as he looked at the sun.

'I will be going then, to my next stop. Take care of yourself,

Wakka.'

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The windows showed the scenery of the entire Yokohama sea port. The sun was starting to lean towards the west. The boundless sea was the witness of the daily occurrences of the port.

Otome looked at the sky turning yellow with the sun and sighed. The watch on her hand showcased that it was time for them to go quickly.

'I will be moving then,

Oyaji.'

Her maroon eyes looked directly at the couple of people standing behind her as she turned around.

"Let's go."
"Yes, Ma'am."

Her semi high black heels complemented her snow white skin. Her skin had always been too pale in comparison to others. Maybe it was due to her body going through all sorts of hardships.

Her black leg pants and black top along with her black coat that hung behind her shoulders like a cape made her status clear.

As the others moved to their cars, Otome moved towards her motorbike. The helmet tightened her long, black hair to place and she started the engine, revving it up.

And off they went. To their next stop.