It's over, I didn't want to see it come to this
I wonder if I will ever see your face again
And I know that I will find a way to she'd the skin
It's simple, I know that I will suffer in the end
K a n e X M o r g a n
First Year Rookie
Sword Wielder
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"This place is ******** huge," said a raven hair young man as he looked at his knew home for the time being. God's Weaponry Academy was he was now going to be living, and if memory served him right, working as well. Something about cleansing evil, but that didn't matter to the man, all that mattered was that he would get to test his new sword. Which was hanging from his left side on his belt.
The sword in question was a present from his uncle, who was an authentic katana smith in Tokyo. His mother had come from Japan and fallen in love with his father, therefore he was half American and half Japanese. Ending up with a name like Kane Morgan. The casing of the sword was black with a deep indigo dragon spiraling around it. The indigo matched his deep purple eyes, which was an oddity by all accounts.
Walking into the academy, he followed the signed to the main office. As he searched the hallways, he found a couple of other students talking. Kane walked near them, one was a man and the other a woman. Normally, young men would fawn over a girl with beauty such as the one before him, but all he cared about was if she could fight. From his understanding, every student in the academy had a special ability and was a deadly threat in their own right. He wondered if she was any sort of challenge, if not then the man she was talking to possibly posed a threat.
Walking past them, he soon found the main office. Retrieving his dorm number and key, he was in dorm seven, his lucky number. Leaving, he walked past them again. This time stopping, but not to talk. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a metal lighter. Putting on in his lips, he opened the metal case of the lighter and flicked the wheel, cause the flame to ignite. Lighting the cigarette he drew in and let his lungs fill with smoke.
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It's hopeless, the end will come and wash it all away
Forsaken, I live for those I lost along the way
And I can't remember how it all began to break
We suffer, I live to fight and die another day