Bloods - lot of bloods, spilled. On the surface of the sea, on the floating ships. The blood of the soldiers fighting for their ideals. On the land, on a field not to far from the main battlefield. The blood of a warrior protecting his master. Yes. My blood. The tantou which originally aimed for my master's life now impaled onto my back. By miracle, I had managed to run and get to my master's place in time, shielding her from the attack. I might be a duplicate, and hadn't live as long as my original has, but I'm sure that I've experience just as much battles as he does. My body had clashed against flesh, blood veins, other swords. I've gained scratches, cracks. But I had always been successfully repaired back to health. This time, I felt like I'm in the verge of breaking. My master, who had been covering her eyes the whole time, seemed to have finally noticed that I had came in-between her and the foe, either due to the fact that seconds h...