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Sworn to the Sword
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shipping meme It's textbook, really. Or, more accurately, parchment, because you've either found yourself or always been in a time (it doesn't necessarily have to be medieval) where swords - and possibly sorcery - are the weapons and the mindset of the day; at the very least, the rough and tumble attitude that comes with a knife's edge permeates the land. And you know how to wield a weapon, be it a blade, your own body, or something else entirely, so you've put it to good use. You've become a sworn sword to protect someone. It could be out of the goodness of your heart, out of heritage, or stemmed from a desire for compensation or power. No matter what the cause, however, one fact remains the same, and that's how you cannot let emotions cloud your judgement. Of course, that may be a little easier said than done. When you're so close to a person, in order to keep them safe, and when you put your very life on the line... ...ah, but you must persevere. Your duty does not allow you to falter.
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"Shouldn't that guy have graduated by now?" Squalo's just gonna go for the obvious. Hibari's love life (heh) doesn't interest him, but he'd lie if he said he wasn't curious about that kid. He was strong.
"Gross," Squalo retorts to that admission of liking, and hands Yamamoto a piece of bloody hog skin.
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Hibari's obsessed with Namimori in general, but the middle school holds a special place in the prefects heart. Yamamoto's beginning to suspect that the school is the thing Hibari loves most.
Yamamoto just laughs when Squalo said gross. It wasn't like he expecting anything else.
He holds up the hog skin, looking at it curiously. "Can we tan this out here?" he asked. "Otherwise what am I supposed to do with it?"
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"Dunno, I'm not a craftsman," he retorts blankly and works on the meat. He'd hoped holding a bloody anything would shut the kid up, but of course he'd underestimated him. Again. He had no plans for anything that wasn't becoming bbq (and wild animal bait), so really, Yamamoto could do whatever, he didn't care.
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That was kind of a scary thought.
He walked back to the camp, poured a small amount of water on his hands and then wiped them on a tree.
"Okay, that's taken care off."
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He makes a non-commital sound at that - good, that surely will draw wild animals' attention - and continues working. Soon enough, the boar's turning over the fire, and Squalo's cleaning his hands, grumbling something about getting grease off leather.
"And now," he says happily, once he's reached an acceptable level of cleanliness, "we fight."
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He smiled and lunged for his sword, already getting into a defensive stance and pulling out the Necklace of the Rain in case needed to summon Jirou and Koujirou.
"Ready!" he chirped.
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Squalo doesn't wait for a confirmation, already circling the boy like a bloodthirsty shark to try and strike at him from behind. It's not unlike their very first fight, really; time to see how much you've grown, etc.