You stood there in shock, as the peron you thought you had killed stood in front of you. Your eyes widened in shock. He had a crazy look in his eyes. His platinum white hair glistened in the sunlight, only to be tarnished with the blood that had reached his hair. He had scratches, and scraps, cuts and bruises all over his face. His clothes were ripped and tattered. ”Huh?”

“Hey, it’s been a while.” He spoke, as your eyes only widened more. This isn’t real. It couldn’t be. “Are you for real..?” You let out. You still couldn’t believe it. You for sure killed him back there.

“I’m for real, real, i’m still alive and kickin!”

“Reverse cursed technique..” You muttered under your breath. “Bingo! When you stabbed me in the throat I gave up on counter attacking—“

“It’s easier said than done!” Something’s off.. he’s babbling on and on.. Is he high..? “The reason you’re going to lose is because you didn’t chop my head off!”