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Shaking the sickness off and getting back on his feet once again, makoto smiled as he gripped the handle of the nodachi and started to feel the weight. The weight seemed a little lighter but also alittle heavier, like he was impressed that he could lift it up and everything… but the sickness was making it harder for him to properly use it. But it was still getting harder to use it over time, it was like training only increased the worst of the sickness inside of him and the light was over heating him or adding on the heat he was already in.
The sickness that he had been fighting was fighting back against him, his headache was bad and his stomach had turned. Shaking it off he tried to do a few moves in the shade of the tree that he leaned against, only to be meet with a terrible backlash. His stomach started to knot up inside of him and he felt something trying to excape from his mouth, he knew what was about to happen but be could not fight back against it, it had to come out now.
On the Tip of my Blade.
Stage: 1 (( nodachi mastery ))