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Cecils:  Cecils was looking at the weapon that had intercepted his katana; Julius’s saber was shining with a multicolored light. "That might be the strangest and most interesting thing I’ve seen in my life!”
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Julius:  “This is the spirit sword Al Clarista. It’s missing a hue, but there’s nothing this light cannot cut.”
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Cecils:  “Wow, that’s so cool!” Having successfully shattered his opponent’s weapon, Julius pressed his attack against his deeply impressed opponent. If his rainbow strike could inflict even one wound, things would turn considerably in his favor. Cecils, however, had already discarded the bladeless sword and dodged the incoming attack with a backward flip. The Blue Lightning of Volakia nimbly evaded with his legendary speed. Eyes sparkling, the young man then enthusiastically applauded Julius. “Bravo, bravissimo! Granted, it was only my fifth-best weapon, yet you not only blocked but even destroyed my sword! And to do so with your own special technique! This has gotten me really fired up!
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Vincent:  “Cecils. You’ve been ordered to ensure the safe return of the emperor. What’s this about your fifth-best weapon? You know my life is essential to Volakia, as well as your own best interests.”
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Cecils:  “Ha-ha-ha, pardon me, Your Majesty. My primary and second-best swords were out for sharpening. Honestly, I overslept today, and when I jumped out of bed, that was the one I grabbed…” Vincent, standing with his arms crossed, only managed to inspire a moderately embarrassed scratch of the cheek from Cecils. Then this most preeminent of the Nine Divine Generals drew his other sword—one with a truly cruel countenance. “This is my third-best sword; plus, I think I’ll take off my sandals to fight this time. How about that?”
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Vincent:  “With all that I have said, you still think it wise to speak flippantly to me?”
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Cecils:  “You know that’s how I am, Your Majesty! Besides, when I really get serious, most opponents don’t last even a few seconds—heavens, they don’t last the blink of an eye. I know it makes for a good show, but as a performer, it’s boring. Please let me decide how to strut my hour upon the stage.” A more insolent reply to the leader of an empire could hardly have been imagined. But Vincent, arms still crossed, let the matter pass, only giving an affirming nod. Cecils broadened his smile.
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Cecils:  “I knew I could count on you, Your Majesty! I knew you’d understand!”
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Julius:  “I must say that when we cross blades, I think your third-best sword will suffer the same fate as your fifth.”
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Cecils:  “To touch is to be cut. That’s true of every blade, be it a saber or a katana. But then it’s only a matter of not touching. Of cutting off your wrist before you can block me. You’re such a fine-looking opponent, though! I’ll try not to mar your appearance too much.”
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Julius:  “How considerate of you. Perhaps I might hope for yet more kindness.