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A little Fanart drawing I did of Akame her days of being in Night Raid, along with a little story for the drwaing.

Akame had followed her target for days observing for herself the vile, corrupt and evil ways of the Tyrant. The opportunity presented itself, he was alone. Sitting in his dark, cold and unwelcoming Throne built from the sweat and blood of others. The Windows shattered the shattered glass rains down, the Tyrant turns his head in alarm at the deafening sound. What meets his gaze is the cold steel of a blade, he slums in his mighty Throne, the Tyrant is no more. The Alarm is sounded, but only a few come to try and stop the unyielding and determined Assassin. The sound of clashing steel and the scene of sparks fills the room when the noise ceases only one is seen. Only one is seen fleeing the castle that day and so the legend continues on of the lone swordsman....

Description
A little Fanart drawing I did of Akame her days of being in Night Raid, along with a little story for the drwaing.

Akame had followed her target for days observing for herself the vile, corrupt and evil ways of the Tyrant. The opportunity presented itself, he was alone. Sitting in his dark, cold and unwelcoming Throne built from the sweat and blood of others. The Windows shattered the shattered glass rains down, the Tyrant turns his head in alarm at the deafening sound. What meets his gaze is the cold steel of a blade, he slums in his mighty Throne, the Tyrant is no more. The Alarm is sounded, but only a few come to try and stop the unyielding and determined Assassin. The sound of clashing steel and the scene of sparks fills the room when the noise ceases only one is seen. Only one is seen fleeing the castle that day and so the legend continues on of the lone swordsman....