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My characters, Emperor Hasso Herzfeld of Monqanut Empire and King Al Violet of Veil.

[Story]

"Well, we all know that J doesn't do very well in golf", Hasso chuckles at his best friend's weakness. J rolls his eyes. "Must you bring it up every time? Honestly I don't see a point of hitting a ball and driving to get the ball and hit it again." J puts his cup of tea uncouthly making a noise not too loud but just enough to show his discontentment.

King Al Violet of Veil is also present there at the table with his trusted Prime Minister who is also his advisor, along with Prime Minister of Luz-Verglio, Vitale and J's wife sitting at the other end of the table. Tariq, President of Hopea has just left to deal with an urgent matter. On the other side of table now sits only Østensen and Wilhelm. It is no official business, this gathering in Hasso's palace. Hasso simply wanted to invite them all for an informal brunch.

Al fixes his earpiece, a translator device that most leaders use since they will be dealing with a lot of people who speak various languages. "Well, surely J you're good at something?" Al interjects as a way of being friendly. Seconds later, he regrets how he words it, as it seems more of an insulting remark. Thankfully, J pays no mind to it.

Wilhelm at the other side of the table clears his throat and speaks, although not directly to J "He's not even much good with swords." "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." J feels a little shame that physical activities just aren't his thing. "Do we have swordfighting here?" Al asks, more of a general question anyone could answer. Wilhelm immediately turns his head to the other table's direction, looking eager to speak, but gives way to Hasso for an answer. "Yes, of course! We're men of culture, aren't we?" Lia feels a little awkward considering she's the only girl there and doesn't know a thing about swords.

"Well, I so happen to lift a lil sword every now and then." Al smiles cheekily. "Are you good?" Hasso asks. "Not too bad." Hasso stands up. "Then let's have a friendly duel now if you may! We'll see how 'not too bad' you are." Al gets up. "Oh yeah I may!" Hasso requests his servant to get his sword and another for Al. Al interrupts "That's not necessary. I always carry a sword, never know when it may come in handy." He signals to his guard and his guard approaches him with a golden sheath.

Hasso looks at him impressed. He didn't expect The Human King to be similar to him in that sense. They both go to the centre of the spacious room.

"You have to excuse the inappropriate location, my sparring room is a bit farther, but this isn't anything big, anyway." Although not the right room, the cosmic geometric patterns on the floor make the space the perfect place for a potential boss fight. Vitale, leans to his right, and whispers to J "How did it get to this?" J shrugs as if he doesn't care. Wilhelm and Østensen stand at the corner to observe. "Although it's a casual duel, he can't lose to a Human." Østensen speaks, making sure his voice is not heard by anyone else but Wilhelm. Wilhelm responds "He may not be as good as me, but he's still the best I've ever seen."

Lia shouts over to them "Good luck both of you!" She has been friends with Al since secondary school, but she's also close with Hasso, and so she's fine with either outcome. They unsheath their swords, taking a brief moment to admire the designs of the other. They acknowledge and begin. The clanking sounds of the swords clashed beautifully with the calming lounge music. Both sides are having fun, but remain focused. Even if this is for fun, neither wants to lose.

Their speed and agility rivals the other. When Hasso is going for the strike, Al predicts instantaneously, fighting back with an elegant swish of the sword, naturally like the sword was his own limb. Hasso isn't going to use his blood magic for this, it would be too lowly of him to have to go all out for a Human. The audience nod in awe watching them go. J can't be bothered. After all, this feels like an extended mockery of his lacking golf skills.

Slash! The two strike at the same time, with Hasso managing to evade it by a few millimetres by taking a step back. And much to his delight, his cut went through to Al, slicing a little bit on the side of his cheek. Hasso grins gleefully. But just then a light but prominent stinging sensation suddenly pierces on his face. He touched his face where he feels it, and he sees the blood on his fingertips. Al grins in return. "That's my Wind Cutter." Hasso looks at him a little perplexed. Magic from a human? No, just a magical property in a Human sword. "No wonder the sword didn't seem so plain", he thought to himself.

The audience applause, with Lia cheering them on. "So you both win!" she says. J snarkily remarks, "I'm pretty sure it means they both lost." Al pushes his fist forward to Hasso, inviting a brofist, but sadly Hasso doesn't understand this, and just smiles instead and says "Good fight!" Wilhelm and Østensen at the back nod to Hasso in acknowledgement of his skills. The two fighters get back to their seats after putting away their swords. "You really want to see me lose, don't you, J?" Hasso jokes. "They say you need to lose every once in a while to deflate your ego.", J speaks. "Who says?" Hasso questions. "I say". J smirks.

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Description

My characters, Emperor Hasso Herzfeld of Monqanut Empire and King Al Violet of Veil.

[Story]

"Well, we all know that J doesn't do very well in golf", Hasso chuckles at his best friend's weakness. J rolls his eyes. "Must you bring it up every time? Honestly I don't see a point of hitting a ball and driving to get the ball and hit it again." J puts his cup of tea uncouthly making a noise not too loud but just enough to show his discontentment.

King Al Violet of Veil is also present there at the table with his trusted Prime Minister who is also his advisor, along with Prime Minister of Luz-Verglio, Vitale and J's wife sitting at the other end of the table. Tariq, President of Hopea has just left to deal with an urgent matter. On the other side of table now sits only Østensen and Wilhelm. It is no official business, this gathering in Hasso's palace. Hasso simply wanted to invite them all for an informal brunch.

Al fixes his earpiece, a translator device that most leaders use since they will be dealing with a lot of people who speak various languages. "Well, surely J you're good at something?" Al interjects as a way of being friendly. Seconds later, he regrets how he words it, as it seems more of an insulting remark. Thankfully, J pays no mind to it.

Wilhelm at the other side of the table clears his throat and speaks, although not directly to J "He's not even much good with swords." "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." J feels a little shame that physical activities just aren't his thing. "Do we have swordfighting here?" Al asks, more of a general question anyone could answer. Wilhelm immediately turns his head to the other table's direction, looking eager to speak, but gives way to Hasso for an answer. "Yes, of course! We're men of culture, aren't we?" Lia feels a little awkward considering she's the only girl there and doesn't know a thing about swords.

"Well, I so happen to lift a lil sword every now and then." Al smiles cheekily. "Are you good?" Hasso asks. "Not too bad." Hasso stands up. "Then let's have a friendly duel now if you may! We'll see how 'not too bad' you are." Al gets up. "Oh yeah I may!" Hasso requests his servant to get his sword and another for Al. Al interrupts "That's not necessary. I always carry a sword, never know when it may come in handy." He signals to his guard and his guard approaches him with a golden sheath.

Hasso looks at him impressed. He didn't expect The Human King to be similar to him in that sense. They both go to the centre of the spacious room.

"You have to excuse the inappropriate location, my sparring room is a bit farther, but this isn't anything big, anyway." Although not the right room, the cosmic geometric patterns on the floor make the space the perfect place for a potential boss fight. Vitale, leans to his right, and whispers to J "How did it get to this?" J shrugs as if he doesn't care. Wilhelm and Østensen stand at the corner to observe. "Although it's a casual duel, he can't lose to a Human." Østensen speaks, making sure his voice is not heard by anyone else but Wilhelm. Wilhelm responds "He may not be as good as me, but he's still the best I've ever seen."

Lia shouts over to them "Good luck both of you!" She has been friends with Al since secondary school, but she's also close with Hasso, and so she's fine with either outcome. They unsheath their swords, taking a brief moment to admire the designs of the other. They acknowledge and begin. The clanking sounds of the swords clashed beautifully with the calming lounge music. Both sides are having fun, but remain focused. Even if this is for fun, neither wants to lose.

Their speed and agility rivals the other. When Hasso is going for the strike, Al predicts instantaneously, fighting back with an elegant swish of the sword, naturally like the sword was his own limb. Hasso isn't going to use his blood magic for this, it would be too lowly of him to have to go all out for a Human. The audience nod in awe watching them go. J can't be bothered. After all, this feels like an extended mockery of his lacking golf skills.

Slash! The two strike at the same time, with Hasso managing to evade it by a few millimetres by taking a step back. And much to his delight, his cut went through to Al, slicing a little bit on the side of his cheek. Hasso grins gleefully. But just then a light but prominent stinging sensation suddenly pierces on his face. He touched his face where he feels it, and he sees the blood on his fingertips. Al grins in return. "That's my Wind Cutter." Hasso looks at him a little perplexed. Magic from a human? No, just a magical property in a Human sword. "No wonder the sword didn't seem so plain", he thought to himself.

The audience applause, with Lia cheering them on. "So you both win!" she says. J snarkily remarks, "I'm pretty sure it means they both lost." Al pushes his fist forward to Hasso, inviting a brofist, but sadly Hasso doesn't understand this, and just smiles instead and says "Good fight!" Wilhelm and Østensen at the back nod to Hasso in acknowledgement of his skills. The two fighters get back to their seats after putting away their swords. "You really want to see me lose, don't you, J?" Hasso jokes. "They say you need to lose every once in a while to deflate your ego.", J speaks. "Who says?" Hasso questions. "I say". J smirks.

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