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KILL la KILL (キルラキル) Rakugaki by TRIGGER animator hamident83hami ! The Four Devas w/ Sanageyama on the lead, ‘cause the Year of the Monkey has come, his time to shine ! 

“サルと言ったらー！猿投山渦！ あけましておめでとうございます！ If you call me monkey..! It’s Uzu Sanageyama! Happy New Year!” it’s a pun cause Uzu has the kanji for monkey in it ‘猿’. 

(Thanks regnm for translating and pointing this out)

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-]– ;; What a grand stage for a newly formed holiday. The spirit of the stoned, those whose minds were sky high in a completely different sense.. This was their day to be recognized. It would be only the anthem of maestro of words Snoop Dogg that a revelation was underway!

4/20 blaze it. Shit about to get lit.

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-]– ;; “Weird. Even with a new year life is feelin’ like it wants to do the stand still route. Here I am, too damn young to be thinkin’ about memorable years.” Those events that forged him held a light that cleaved through adversity, obviously enough it wouldn’t be forgotten.

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-]– ;; Steps as a dramatic shounen esque scene begins.

“Follow the wind. But always watch your back.”

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-]– ;; Wasn’t this the sort of speed, reaction time and finesse that tons of swordsman aimed for?! Here she was applying it to form of shoveling a meal to her face! To think that after all of their adventures, there would be things that surprised him. An amused scoff eventually ebbed from his lips as he allowed her to take her fill. A quick swipe of his hand ensured he’d at least have a burger to the Sanageyama name.

“Count it as me repaying a small favor of many. Never did like people I know all too well becoming a new form of street mat.” It was light humor to add to the mood. Not that her energetic table manners didn’t supply a light enough vibe.

“So what were you doin’ out here anyways? Matoi found another crazy thing to get into?”

Food! Relief! She sat up almost immediately upon even smelling it, a wide smile on her lips as she took the offered food.

❝ Thank you! ❞

She almost shouted, before digging in at an impossible speed. Of course, she continued speaking with her mouth full.

❝ Yesh! I reed refrilling awll vuh tie! ❞

And she swallowed.

❝ I can’t do anything on an empty stomach! ❞

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-]– ;; Call it fanciful timing on the warrior’s end, but her display of hunger from two different fronts had caught his attention. (He knew that stomach ground wasn’t him!) So before her eyes would be a placed bag of goods from the local burger joint. Good thing he stocked extra.

“Mankanshoku? Even that unbridled engine of yours need refilling once a blue moon?”

❝ So… Hungry… ❞

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-]– ;; A brittle wind cascaded past their forms once the inspected item was returned. For this small instance, his head was tactically canted, barring off the sight of a price he paid for the strength to protect. However the sentiment of a understanding smile remained clean upon the land of the rising sun.

“Ah. Shouldn’t the everyday get treated like that? Maybe that’s just me.”

Their opinions could be kept to their respective sides. Unintentionally did a flux of emotion storm through him after a calm point of this conversation. Once more had he gained a reminder of the things he’d proudly embrace the art of battle to protect. Hadn’t part of him always wanted to make a difference like this The banners of grandiose and subtle mattered naughty within this field for Sanageyama. His efforts tied as a roar for the struggling strays that aimlessly wandered to rise.

To bat away the vices of life that aimed to carry many into that blinded path of anger and strife. If he could, the swordsman would blink, finally catching a glimpse of what many seen as his flashy way of thinking. A laugh bubbled forth with humble intent as his calloused fingers raised to tie the cloth of commitment back onto the proud scope of his face. Even now the fight to change for the better was an ongoing battle for him. One he just happened to be alone in.

“This lesson I wanted to get across feels a lot more refreshing on my end than it should be.”

“Don’t think you’re getting away from the earlier. While it’ll be my last say on it, for now. Whatever you’re dealing with. I don’t feel like it’s too late for you to invite a difference.” Those words basked in resolution as the masked gaze of Sanageyama Uzu turned establish eye contact. To this moment the thoughts of what compelled this meet danced upon a line of question.

Maybe the traded lines between them gave hint to lane of upbringing, upon the unforgiving streets.

the topic for discussion? clothes. although he remained skeptical, shinjiro conceded that the man’s intentions seemed legitimate. while he still kept some reservations, they were mostly limited to the realm of style. shinjiro knew that he was no fashionista (what kind of person wears a peacoat in ninety-degree weather?) but the man’s attire clearly took the cake. naturally, this impelled him to want to learn more. since he was already up to his waist in absurdity, there wouldn’t be any recourse for inquiring even further.

witnessing firsthand the value the man put into his clothes evoked a weird fascination, almost admiration, from shinjiro. especially the mask, which the man was untying from his eyes, seemed to bring the best out of him for whatever reason. if the man’s sparkling mug didn’t give it away, then it was what he felt as the mask was presented before him. dangling in front of his eyes, there seemed to be something else at work with the piece of fabric. as if spellbound, a preternatural quality haunted the fabric. he hedged on whether or not he should touch it, but the powers that be did his thinking for him. he reached out to graze the material, his softness attributed to not wanting to leave any creases in such sacrosanct cloth.

it was catharsis exemplified; his bad vibes—all seventeen years of them—were purged in a blissful discharge. like his emotions received a much-needed calibration, shinjiro could practically see new horizons set themselves out before him. the man, for all his mawkish sentimentality had a reason to feel that way. the answers to all life’s questions existed within his mask. to part with it would be learning and forgetting the meaning of happiness.

but in the end, it simply wasn’t his. shinjiro relinquished the mask and his hands, both of them, receded to their respective pockets. the vagaries of the moment came and went, like the glimpses of the fleeting smile still affixed to his face, just like the strangeness that seemed to court him at every possible opportunity. “that was…” he attempted to string together a characteristic reaction to an uncharacteristic moment. “pretty badass.”

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( nerd )

//Whose callin a nerd. You nerd.

But my sis-nerd tho.

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Leaves him a small bag of leftover Halloween chocolates - the ones she had been saving since they're her favorite, of course.

-]– ;; How long had it been since they’ve reached the golden light at the tunnel’s end? In honesty the macabre themed marathon promised to be handle had met its end. (At least for this October of many.) The swordsman who pondered the sentiment at this point could care less. The heart pulsing thrills that weren’t up his ally at the least bit finally came to a close. So what had ritual post celebration contained? Something that anyone knew him remained very much aware of.

Training.

A countless span of hours tallied up as a form of stress relief.

After finally making his way back into the esteemed inn that, those blissfully sore muscles earned their chance to unwind. Comfort was soaked in as the familiar scenery and now faces was here to welcome him. While a volley small chat ranging from ‘How are yous’ to bad puns (to the swordsman dismay) was made, not even for a second would a change an inch. What did confuse him would be the share of known smiles but the lack of a familiar figure who dropped by to welcome him. ‘Work must’ve snagged her again. Heh. I can’t lose out to the ethic of her’s either.’

Further thought was promptly stomped the moment a gourmet aroma faintly wafted through the hall towards his room. Sanageyama would know from a mile away, of course it’d be one of the delicacies he held a shameless penchant in enjoying. Oh the lucky son of a gun that got to savor it.

If only he knew who that ‘son of a gun’ was going to be. The answer had revealed itself the second he slid the rice paper door.

“...Ah?” Not only did he discover the source of the treasure food, it’d belong to a miniature army of chocolate bats. All the brave fighters were gathered up into a bag, the angry expressions designed onto them directing their beady gazes to the room holder. With the door sliding shut after he stepped in, the awaiting sugar rush was swept up into his hand with a sense of care normally not held. All for good reason.

These were a one of a kind on a certain day, all on a day where his spirit was constantly trying to break free from it’s fleshy constraints due to fear. As the scarlet bow was gently unraveled it came. Sanageyama could easily imagine the sight of a cheerful grin, one he held in fondness one of the choco-bats were chomped upon. The strength of reason made these things taste even better than they originally wore. An appreciatively goofy smile was donned in a heartbeat.

“Turnin’ those demons into somethin’ fun, ah? I’m gonna have to pay that hard worker right back later on.”

It’d be fine even if they couldn’t visually meet for a day or two.

The strength of heart holstered by their bond is one too damn tough to take down.

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trips him down the stairs.

-]– ;; Funny how his body held the tenacity to adjust. Once the subtle tempo of his steps were haphazardly reduced to a halt, within that short span of time did he shoot a glance of surprise towards the lug who held a surprisingly sense of humor. A new situation unwrapped; a small window presented itself for to act unless a few dislocated bones was the fate he wanted to embrace! Switching from foot first to head, the sight of those sharply lined stairs flashed across his sight before his body tapped into instinct.

Jutting a hand forward, the dusty expanse of the stair would bare the brunt of his weight as a landing was made. Shifting his weight by his terms compared to gravity’s, Sanageyama then sprung off the limb and resumed the descent with an agile flip in the air. The bit of air time gained would be used to position himself, nailing a safe landing upon his rear upon the metallic railing of the staircase instead. Riding the momentum as he slid down to the bottom level, a content cheer could be proudly heard on the way down.

Always keep on your toes. That style of living had been ingrained into them ever since the days they followed the radiance of Honnouji’s leader whom they held dear. So it should come as no surprise that dangerous antics could also fall into their lifestyle, at least when it came to the physical powerhouses of the Academy. Nudging him off the rail and back onto proper ground, a grin that bolstered the promise of a unbridled challenge flashed across the lips of Sanageyama Uzu!

“Neither in the highest heavens or lowest hell could I let it be that easy for ya now. Take it that’s your sign we took off to the training room?”

Leave to them to make hyper dangerous works out to be a intertwined part of their regimen.

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-]��� ;; “Now that’s a helluva lot more like it. This road ain’t gonna take the half-hearted so kindly after all. So this stage known as the world is gonna need to see your all!”

“I ne-need to stay                 DETERMINED –– !!”

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-]– ;; Her burst of spiritual strength from a prospect of a good meal was undeniable. Before his sewn gaze lied a road that intended to incinerate him on the spot if he dared to handle it half-heartedly. Challenge however remained a strong suit that Sanageyama intended to embrace until the end of his days. Bringing up a hand to grip at the ivory cloth of his coat, the jacket was quickly discarded in dramatic display as those steps forward were taken. “Can’t say I expected anything less! So I made sure we kept it on even grounds here.”

“Just like you--” He began to explain assumed the position; one hand braced upon the Earth as he equalized his weight. “Not one ounce of a proper meal refueled this form of mine all day so far. So the ledge of advantage is non-existent is this one. Exactly how I like it for people I wanna beat!”

Let the road of a demanding appetite be the key to breakneck speed!

Anyone from miles around could feel the flames of DETERMINATION that threatened to spill from the swordsman’s being within this golden set moment. A specific balance had been found, allowing himself to balance effortlessly off the strength of a single arm. A tilt of his head be given towards Chie’s direction, his brow knitted in concentration showcased his seriousness.

“The field is now set. Mind handling the honors of re-doing the starting count? We need to knock this one out properly. You got a meal on the line now!”

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W H O A A A ! So after going away for awhile due to RL stuff, I have returned only to reach a milestone of 200 followers! I am really amazed that I made it here and how easily I am able to return to a fandom after being away for so long. Without further ado I would like to issue a big thank you to some of you who have made such a big impression on me.

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"....." [gives a personalized new kendo stick as a gift] "...Hope you like it."

-]– ;; “What is--”

An invisible weight was found, a source to be embraced in the profound silence that they began to share. Before his eyes lied a gift that held no easily handled weight in the script of his life. The trained eyes of the swordsman had wasted mere seconds in fully collecting care, detail and effort into the crafted sword before him. A few steps were taken forward, a small make up to compensate for the words that effectively halted within his throat.

Part of Sanageyama had to wonder if she realized the meaning behind giving him such. Naturally did a bolstered wind of emotion that held ‘thankfulness’ stormed through his heart. Moreso did the underlying sense of responsibility that came with taking the blade into his hand. To these calloused hands of his, there was a story to be accepted the moment a new blade was to join by his side. The past roused from it’s memory to momentarily ensnare him.

Aside from the scarred blade that served as the starting spark for his delinquent livelihood, there had been another important mark in the form of another kendo sword.

It’d be the one personally bestowed to him by Kiryuin Satsuki herself. She was a woman whom he considered not only a truly respected rival and leader. She was considered someone who he’d protect with his life by pure instinct. Her ambitions, her drive, there hadn’t been a day since they hadn’t spiraled within him resolutely once he took the weighted hilt into his hand. Fast forwarding to now. Not a second thought was given before he reached out, a firm grasp taking hold of the gift.

He was positive that she didn’t nearly hold such a request in return for this. A blade isn’t only meant as a method of survival in times of hardship, to Sanageyama Uzu, they also served as brush to create the paths to unforgettable people. Could this be a sign that a new chapter of his was about to unfold? For what reason?

If his start had been a defiant slash of rebellion against a sibling’s shadow..

To the next being a tempered stab to pierce through the apparently endless darkness, all in order to seek the tomorrow they desperately wanted to embrace..

Shouldn’t this next attack be in his name? Isn’t it time for him to embrace the future by his own means?

With a war against the chaotic fibers drawn to a curtain close, the opportunity to further himself once more had been granted. A new, peaceful and adventure filled purpose would be instilled in this blade. As a satisfied grin bloomed upon his features, a testing slash that effortlessly cleaved the sky was made.

Now wasn’t the time for his tempo to be exhausted!

“Heh.”

“If this is your aim, than so be it, Arisato Minako.” Excitement shone clearly within his once hazed eyes, that element completely dispelled. Hoisting the blade over his sturdy shoulders seemed like second nature. It was fine if his true thoughts hadn’t tapped the surface of reality. Hopefully his actions alone would be enough to showcase his emotions. They were the method of language he excelled at best after all.

“You went n’ did something for me that words might even have a hard time explaining. Thank you.”

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