Love, Freya “Pura...” Marshall said, snapping out of his reminiscence. His niece looked up, fear still filling her eyes. “Your swordsmanship...” he tightened the grip on his own blade, “is too much like your mother’s...” He suddenly charged forward, swinging his blade high into the air, then bringing it down towards Pura! “I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO LIVE ANY LONGER!” “Naga Naga no...” Marshall’s eyes finally reached the young man holding the blade... “HEAT CANNON!” Knave’s fist plowed into the swordsman’s stomach, sending him flying backwards, smashing into the dojo! Previous Chapter | Next Chapter