What Does Your The Last Blade 2 Main Say About You?

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Kaede:
You first master playing the protagonist of a fighting game before you try anyone else because you believe the protagonist should always be a good introduction to the mechanics of a fighter. Your best trait is Expectation.

Moriya:

You are very skilled at fighting games, you tend to gravitate towards the character that has the tallest execution ceiling and demands lightning-fast inputs to play optimally. Your best trait is Evolution.

Yuki:

People curiously stare at you, mainly for your decision of playing characters that aren't seen very much in casual play, and much less in competitive play. Awkward... Your best trait is Hope.

Setsuna:
You enjoy the feeling of looking down on your opponents as you mercilessly murder them in combat, believing that each victory will bring you closer to perfection with your chosen character. Your best trait is Superiority.

Akari:

You have a strong belief that fighting games are about patterns, and you enjoy throwing your opponent off-rhythm with seemingly unnecessary movements, gaining control of most matches. Your best trait is Trick-Or-Treat.

Juzoh:

Once you go in, you go in, you will pull no punches and give enemies no chance to breathe at all, which turns off some of your friends who also want to learn the game. Your best trait is Overwhelming Presence.

Amano:
You've seen the pretty. You've seen the ugly. You know this game like a dog knows his owner, you and it have been through times together like wild west partners. Your best trait is Invitation.

Hibiki:

When this character is in your hands, no movements are wasted, you always pick the most effective method of defeating an opponent, and you leave no open weak spots while playing. Your best trait is Prediction.

 Washizuka:

When you enter the ring, everyone knows their fun is about to end, as your elitist style of playing is the bane of many other characters, but you don't let what anyone says affect you. Your best trait is Self-Engagement.

Kojiroh:

Bravely you walk down this path, because you truly believe your character to be strong and you want to prove to the world that an underdog can still come out the winner. Your best trait is Determination.

Okina:

You didn't like any of the other characters so you had to pick this one. Luckily, the one character you picked is actually pretty decent and you have fun playing him. Your best trait is Uniqueness.

Mukuro:

You hate losing, you wanna win, so you will win no matter what it takes, and when people call you out on it, you make up excuses on their play being sloppy rather than yours. Your best trait is Manipulation.

Lee:

Despite initial impressions not being that good in real life, you draw out your true potential when you are playing video-games and everyone gets wowed by how much you've been hiding. Your best trait is Comebacks.

Zantetsu:

A person of few words, you play, and that's it. Win, Lose, none of it matters to you, you can't seem to find a real purpose to your existence, so you just do what's next. Your best trait is Wandering.

Kagami:

Reputation is the most important aspect of life to you. You look down on those that have no talent or capability, and you tend to judge based on looks rather than heart or inner workings. Your best trait is Inevitability.

Shigen:

Understanding others is the first step towards being great. You have no trouble socializing with others and many look up to you as a person to follow and be like. Your best trait is Leadership.

A Fanfic About The Dark Side Of A Man's Heart

===The Tale Of Erik And Cvetomil===
>>>Made By Mitsuri<<<
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"The beautiful illumination of the moon is only an omen of a nearby future, one in which the stars allign to create that which is considered to be a cruel destiny, for an uncle and his boy... thus begins the tale of Erik and Cvetomil, join us and encounter the dangers that lurk within...

It was 9:00 AM. With an elongated yawn, the hero of this story, Erik, stands up from his bed. Gathering his bearings, he presents a look of surprise towards the clock. He comments to himself. "Have I really been asleep for this long?". Scratching his head in confusion, he leaves for the bathroom at a common pace, and does his usual hygienic activities. But it is then that crisis strikes, as a scream is heard from the depths of the corridor right next to Erik. Being the cautious and effective man that he is, Erik takes
immediate action and slowly corners around the corridor to check the source of that scream. The sight of what lies in his presence
would be enough to make the greatest, bravest legend shake in his boots.

It was a mysterious, disfigured, dark figure enveloping a tall child whom Erik happens to know well.
That is Cvetomil, who studies in the same school as Erik. Rarely, Erik and Cvetomil would spend time together having the
giggles and whatnot, sharing their vast pool of knowledge with each other and giving to each pointless but friend-improving tasks.
But at that moment, it was not a moment of reminiscing the past, but rather a moment of action. Erik picked the most convenient
weapon he could find, a baseball bat. Most didn't know of it, but Erik was part of a junior baseball team two years ago. Hopefully
his skills with a baseball bat hadn't diminished, because Erik was about to send this aberration to next week.

*Whack!*

Whatever it was, it had been sent flying towards the wall, with enough of an impact to leave a crack. "Thanks, I owe you one.", Cvetomil was grateful towards Erik's effort. Extending his hand, Erik helped the teenager stand up to his feet. "What are you doing
in my house?", Erik asked. "Eh, remember when you did that trick with a pineapple yesterday and the door got stuck on mud while
I was driving a road roller?". Erik disgustingly frowned. "You don't need to say anything else. We don't talk about that here.".
"Oh, oops, haha, my bad.", Cvetomil awkwardly apologized.

Since Erik was too late for his assignment at Bronze Works HQ, he decided it probably wouldn't hurt to bring Cvetomil over to his
kitchen for a cup of coffee. Cvetomil demanded, "No sugar please. I like my coffee aesthetically pure.". Erik raised an eyebrow.
Both of them gave off an air of elegance and relaxation, not entirely unlike the men of culture Erik had read stories about on books.

Sadly, that peace did not last forever, as an even larger threat presented itself to the two individuals, and this time, Erik knew that
fighting would be a fool's errand. He saw the return of that weird phantom monster, but now there was not only one of them. An army,
guessing over 20, were all stampeding right into Erik's kitchen. Cvetomil dropped his cup in awe. "I think we should run.", Cvetomil suggested. "You think?", Erik's sarcasm was through the roof. In one fell swoop, Erik and Cvetomil leaped out of their respective chairs and sprinted through the backyard as fast as they could. But the horde of darkness gave chase.

Manuevering in-between trees and hopping over obstacles, their desperate escape grew more and more intense. All the way onto the streets, Erik screamed for help, but the city was unusually silent, as if a terrible curse had befallen society. Their legs were trembling
from all of the excessive movement. The sky was grey colored, it felt like their time of demise had arrived. Without even thinking,
Erik and Cvetomil trapped themselves in a random alley they had no knowledge of. The impending pitch-black wall of death closed in
on them. "Well, this is it.", Cvetomil disappointingly shrugged. Erik clinged on to dear life. "No, you're giving up already? There has to be something we can do!"

And then... the clouds squeezed out a violent and punishing storm, a rain that aimed to cleanse the Earth of impurity. The thick fog
that was about to vanquish our heroes thinned out and vanished from existence. Erik almost in tears, couldn't believe what he
was witnessing. A miracle. A blessing. The salvation they had been seeking for was delivered. Cvetomil didn't look as impressed, but
perhaps it had something to do with his less tough resolve. Or maybe... he was paralyzed with fear. The poor thing. Cvetomil couldn't
even walk, the truth had set him to such a state, Erik had to support and drag Cvetomil back to his house.

This was one day of adventure for both Erik and Cvetomil, and also a day they would never forget. The day where men are faced
with the improbable, and must act for the sake of their own life... it is a possibility that this is only a prelude of things to come.
But what Erik knows deep inside his heart, is that he never wants to ever go through such an ordeal again.

But will fate relent?
Or is this reality as it has been told?
Only the next days can tell...

~The End~

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