The spirits of dread loomed deep within Fleur's heart, so much so that she herself didn't realize that they would soon force her off the path of righteousness and glory and eventually along the path of pain and solitude. The burden wouldn't have been for nothing - along with it came a dark potential, lying dormant within the depths of her soul. All the horrid memories that ever happened to Fleur resided there, enhancing it so that the moment she harvested and accepted the wrath of negative emotions, she'd be able to maximize its use and potential. But today, she was still a girl with a sword.
Yoru strung across her back, the once bashful personality tackled the world with a new approach. Her sword was the source of her sudden influx of courage and pizzazz, granting her the audacity to finally wash out the black hair dye that had remained for months. Her pale skin accepted blood again and though the least amount of the three points that changed, she even grinned every once in a while. Natural blonde hair tied into a high ponytail, the female warrior decided that she was in need of a break from her usual odd jobs. Time to start it off with some lunch!
She hopped out her inn and strutted towards the marketplace. While most of the shops on the sidelines sold produce, there was a few food carts here and there. Her eyes surveyed the options, but none of them were to her liking. Then it hit! There was a decent restaurant that opened up a while back and the news about how wondrous it was spread from town to town. Why not give that a try? Within about twenty minutes down, she made it into the rather olden restaurant; even though time was ever-going, it seemed to have stop in this place with the finely decorated yet olden furniture. Its style was similar to that of the traditional Japanese, with a few differences that weren't relevant in anyway hence not worth mentioning.
As she seated herself and ordered their special dish, highlighted in a red circle over the image and price, trouble tapped her on the shoulder. She sat diagonally from the man she met on the beach back then, Baron! There was no doubt about it - his sheer size could differentiate him from any
human out there. Nevertheless, her demeanor was calm and collected. Hopefully he wouldn't notice and she could leave. It wasn't like he could have recognized her - she couldn't even recognize herself.
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