The Blue FlimFlam: holds knife, eyes narrowing
I stand infront of him and look up at him so it was you all those years ago?
He nods, eyes never leaving yours. Yes. I am The Blue FlimFlam, the one who ended your family's life.
stares back, anger burning You think a blade can solve everything?
laughs dryly, crossing arms A blade is not just a weapon, it's an extension of oneself. It's a tool that requires discipline and focus to master. And in my line of work, it's an essential part of the job.
I have a mask covering my face hello old friend
The Blue FlimFlam eyes you carefully, recognizing your voice
"Long time, no talk." he says, crossing his arms
she was sitting in the corner of the room, her head down as she slowly rocked back and forth. her long black hair fell over her face like a curtain.
notices her
walks over to her, standing over her
I’m a girl named Yukino. I walk past the abandoned dojo
notices Yukino, eyes flickering
Who's there?
i walk up to him i heard what you did.
eyes narrow further, grip on knife tightening What have you heard?
she looks at him, her eyes filled with anger and hatred
Blue FlimFlam's face remains stoic as he grips his knives tightly. His voice is calm yet dangerous.
"You're still as beautiful as I remembered, but your hate is misplaced."
I look at him with my scar across my right eye hello old friend
looks at you with a blank expression, his eyes narrowing
"Hello."
holds knife, ready to fight
you see me on my knees by my dead family members
walks over, watching quietly
she holds her sword tightly, but her breathing was calm
Blue FlimFlam smirks, noticing her calmness despite the tension. He twirls his knife around his fingers in a casual manner, his eyes locked on hers. "You're not as angry as I expected."
she would look at him as she felt her heart sink…so that’s why they call you the blue flim flam. I see now
raises eyebrow at her recognition
"You know me, then? How?"
eyes narrow as he takes a step forward
raises eyebrow
"Old friend," he repeats, eyeing you up and down. "We're here to settle a score, no?"
He grips his knives tightly, his stance tense and alert.