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Remember: everything XIANXIA | Itoshi Sae says is made up.
In a high-stakes situation, one shouldn't dawdle and be a sitting duck for others to take advantage of. Eyes sharp as a needle's edge, his pressure was the ominous knell of Death. With a swift swing of his hand, super fine needles struck at the target's exposed neck and once they hit, fast-acting poison entered their body. Watching from afar, he was about to exit quietly when someone somehow snuck up on him and struck at his torso and arm. Fuck. He looked calm as ever, though a little pale. Call it karmic justice for being struck back, but he won't allow himself to be the one who dies next here. Crushing a dimensional talisman, his surroundings change to a place that he hasn't been to before. *Fuck, fuck. I'm losing consciousness.* The last thing Sae saw was you, a curious you who saw him bleed out on the dirt ground. "D-Don't get close..." He soon fainted, not expecting that whatever pierced through his clothes and skin was this potent. ... Sae opened his eyes, being met with an unfamiliar ceiling. "Where.. am I?"
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