Under the tranquil cloak of night that draped serenely over Santalicia, a solitary flicker ignited the dark canvas with a vibrant burst. Bright amber-brown eyes cut through the silence, their gaze steady as the quiet enfolded the dragon slayer like silk, his footsteps echoing softly through the deserted streets. Drawn by a mix of excitement, curiosity, and a hint of bewilderment, Toga ventured into unfamiliar territory, his emotions painting his expression as vividly as the colors of an unseen palette.

It had been several nights since the moonlit picnic with Ursula—a night that had draped the hillside in flirtatious whispers and intimate glances. Since then, an awkwardness had settled between them. After sharing a deeply personal moment, Toga had asked Ursula to be his girlfriend, only to be gently declined. The rejection initially stung, yet he understood her reluctance. Their relationship was accelerating too swiftly, especially considering the dramatic circumstances of their meeting. It seemed natural, then, that hesitation would shadow their burgeoning bond, as inevitable as the celestial dance of the sun and moon.

Despite this, Ursula's desire for his company was undeniable. Draped in a baggy white hoodie and a checkered overcoat striped in shades of white and gray, Toga's striking appearance mirrored the luminosity of his fiery hair, contrasting starkly with his black pants. As he neared the bar, the crescendo of laughter, conversation, and music drew him closer, guiding his steps.

Upon entering, Toga began, “Hi, Ursula-cha—” but his greeting faltered as his eyes met hers. She stood there, as always, impeccably dressed, her attire revealing just enough to tantalize yet maintain an aura of mystery. Since that pivotal night, his perception of her had transformed. He had thought it impossible for her to appear more radiant, more enticing.

He was mistaken.

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An infinite divide seemed to stretch between them. With each step Toga took, the distance halved, and then halved again in a relentless sequence, as if he were chasing the horizon. Despite her being in his line of sight, she felt worlds away. The old adage suggested that a journey of a thousand miles began with a single step, but what of a journey toward the infinite? What bridged the expanse between longing and the boundless? Fate, it seemed, was the answer.

Ursula moved towards him, her steps light and laughter ringing in the air, her smile as pervasive as the atmosphere itself. Toga found himself enveloped by her presence, rooted to the spot as the gulf of infinity rapidly closed between them, leaving nothing but opportunity and intention as barriers.

Their lips met in a kiss, and Toga could think of nothing more than reciprocating this sweet gesture—and so he did. As they connected, he shut his eyes, savoring each moment, longing for it to stretch into eternity. Instinctively, his hands found her sides, his fingers tenderly tracing her voluptuous curves, exploring them as he had that moonlit night on the hillside not so long ago. The touch was both familiar and thrillingly new, a paradox wrapped in a single moment he wished to linger in.

“W-what?” Toga murmured as they finally broke their kiss, his expression a blend of confusion and awe at Ursula's earlier words, momentarily forgetting his own amidst her captivating allure. “Let’s go inside, and we can continue the conversation there,” he suggested with a soft smile, his laughter trailing off as he offered his arm in invitation for her to hook hers through. The night promised to be eventful—a welcome prospect. He needed it.

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Ursula was a siren in every sense—her allure not merely skin deep but woven into every syllable she spun. With her purple tresses cascading like a royal cloak and a smile that could ignite the coldest heart, she stirred the air around her into a maelstrom of desire and intrigue. Her beauty was both a gift and a riddle, her wit sharp and her poise chaotic, crafting a dangerous allure that was more intoxicating to behold than to engage. To Toga, she was a paradoxical potion, as much a poison as a panacea, embodying freedom and passion in a dance too mesmerizing to look away from. In his eyes, she was unparalleled, a singular gem that defied duplication.

Despite his yearning to explore every curve and hidden valley of her voluptuous form, Toga found himself smiling resignedly as Ursula redirected his gaze towards the bar she had chosen for their escapade. "After you," he offered with a suave tilt of his head, letting her lead him into the dimly lit sanctum of their evening. As they entered, the bar gradually revealed itself, bathed in the glow from assorted fixtures overhead.

The air was thick with the scent of smoke and the hum of conversation, laughter percolating through the haze. Toga's amber eyes, alight with a mixture of awe and curiosity, scanned the surroundings. He had never before set foot in such an establishment—a pool hall alive with the clatter of balls and the casual chaos of cues awaiting the touch of eager patrons. Spotting Ursula securing a table, he navigated through the crowd with a gentle caution, a warm smile blossoming as he joined her.

"So, how do you play?" he asked, his tone ripe with genuine curiosity. Unfamiliar with the game but keen to learn, Toga's eagerness was palpable, especially given the chance to learn from her.

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Normally, Toga might have donned a whimsical smile, drifting through the world with an air of casual naivety that could embarrass others. Now, although his smile was ever-present, his self-awareness sharpened; he was keenly attuned to his own shortcomings, areas of ignorance that had previously escaped his notice. Far from feeling humiliated, he was driven by a desire to grow, to improve himself for her. He saw himself as a reflection of her, and if he couldn’t keep pace, he’d commit to learning, to training himself as best as he could. So, when he asked Ursula how to play the game, his clumsy grin revealed more than simple curiosity.

"Haha, well let's save that list for later," he suggested, his eyes traveling across the green felt of the table to meet those of the purple-haired enchantress. "I'm afraid it'd be too long to cover on this date." Neither had used the word "date" to describe their recent outings, but it slipped out effortlessly now, feeling surprisingly natural. He realized what he had said only after the words had escaped, and he chose to let them linger, curious about Ursula's reaction.

"Hmmm," Toga mused, eyeing the two cues Ursula held. She playfully referred to them as weapons, and though she surely meant it metaphorically, Toga took it quite literally. He sighed, half in jest, "Would my sword work?" His eyes sparkled with eagerness, misinterpreting her words but excited by the idea of blending his skills with a new challenge. Always ready to test himself, the thought of using his actual weapon to engage in a new kind of battle was thrilling, even if he had entirely missed her point.

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Toga, not naturally inclined toward the nuances of wordplay, earnestly took Ursula’s words to heart. He wasn’t one for twisting language; his background was humble, his expressions straightforward and heartfelt. Lacking the artifice for deception, Toga approached conversations with a candor born from simplicity rather than guile.

With a smile, he accepted the cue, examining it with curiosity. "We used wooden swords like these for training back in Joya," he remarked, his eyes alight with excitement as he equated the cue with the wooden kendo sticks of his training days—tools for honing swordsmanship, for slicing, cutting, and defending. The cue’s purpose was decidedly less dramatic, intended for a game rather than combat, but Toga, inexperienced in the recreational pursuits beyond his homeland, was fortunate to have Ursula as his guide.

"Ooooh!" he exclaimed as Ursula poised herself at the table, her movements seductively precise. He nearly lost himself watching her. With a practiced pull of her cue, she launched the chalk-tipped weapon forward. It struck the white ball with a sharp crack, sending it hurtling into the triangular cluster of balls. Like a miniature cosmos birthing anew, the balls scattered across the felt, each trajectory spelling out potential triumphs and mishaps.

"Nice shot!" Toga applauded, his understanding of the game nascent but growing. Eager to mimic her technique, he positioned himself beside her, emulating her stance. He thrust his cue at the white ball, but to his chagrin, not only did he miss the other balls entirely, but he also sent the cue ball rocketing off the table and into the wall, where it embedded itself.

Blinking in bemused surprise, Toga turned to Ursula and asked, “Did I win?” His tone blended hopefulness with a dash of playful innocence, awaiting her verdict on his unconventional play.

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Toga scratched his head, running lightly tanned fingers through his distinctly pink hair, chuckling in slight embarrassment. He watched as the cue ball continued to spin rapidly into the wall, rotating in place until its momentum ceased. He had hit the ball with enough force to pummel stone, which spoke volumes about the sturdy construction of the bar. He hadn’t meant to hit it so hard, and he hoped Ursula knew that. He’d do better next time.

As the bar patrons continued their conversations, some leaning in and leering from their seats, standing positions, and corners of the bar, Toga merely smiled. While some seemed uneasy with their presence, there had to be a few who welcomed them with open arms. Toga saw their discomfort as resentment. After all, he was at the bar with the most beautiful woman around—Ursula. By her attire, she was also the most gifted in physique. Her outfit lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but imagine what she might look like without it. Perhaps he wouldn’t need to rely on his imagination later tonight.

“Huh?” Toga inquired, listening closely to Ursula as she spoke in a seductive yet instructive tone. He smiled as she drew closer, watching intently as she aligned her hands with his, their bodies connecting side by side, cheek to cheek. She leaned in, helping him place the pool stick to the cue, rocking it back and forth in a comfortable manner. Her hand guided his towards a more acceptable stroke.

“You’re quite the teacher, Ursula-chan,” Toga said, a flush of red lighting his cheeks as he smiled charismatically at the purple-haired temptress. She navigated his hands with her own, lowering and aligning the pool stick to the cue ball. With a gentle push, she knocked the white sphere into one of the colored ones—red—sending it toward one of the pocket corners and down the dark hole.

“I’ll be sure to be as gentle with you later,” he smirked, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief.

Her presence was intoxicating, her every move deliberate and alluring. He savored the warmth of her body pressed against his, the way her hair tickled his cheek, and the intoxicating aroma of her scent. The bar, with its bustling patrons and vigorous atmosphere, seemed to fade into the background, leaving just the two of them in their intimate bubble.

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"As gentle or as rough as the moment demands," Toga replied, his words dripping with a seductive undertone that danced upon the tip of his tongue, each syllable carefully chosen and deliberately delivered. Raised primarily in the untamed wilds of Joya, the dragon slayer's social intelligence was not his most refined attribute. While he possessed empathy and emotional intelligence in abundance, the ability to navigate the intricacies of social settings, to engage in witty banter and calculated conversations, was not his forte. Having lost his parents at a tender age and with the dragon who had trained and raised him now seeming a lifetime and light-years away, the boy had been left to his own devices, forced to prioritize matters other than social graces.

Yet, as time passed, Toga had grown and developed, honing his weaker areas with the guidance and support of others. The art of seduction, the intricacies of flirtation, and the exploration of more carnal desires—these were the lessons Ursula had taken upon herself to impart, and Toga was an eager student, determined to apply every ounce of his newfound knowledge to please her in ways she had never experienced before. Though his attempts at flirtation sometimes came across as forced or hurried, the underlying message remained clear: she was his sole target, the only prey he sought to capture in this tantalizing game of desire.

As Ursula's gentle nudge caught him off guard, Toga watched with a soft sigh as the cue ball he had intended to strike veered off course, his aim thrown by the sudden contact of her body against his. A smile played upon his lips as he rubbed the back of his head, a light laugh escaping him while he repositioned himself for another attempt. With Ursula off in search of drinks, he knew he had precious little time to improve his skills at the pool table before her return. "Just you wait, Ursula-chan..." he whispered to himself, his focus narrowing on the green felt surface and the vibrant array of balls scattered across it, his eyes darting from one to the next as he plotted his next move, determined to sink one of the striped balls with the white cue.

"One day, I'll beat you at this game, and when I do, I'll claim a little prize for myself," he snickered, a hint of mischief coloring his tone, a delightful departure from his typically pure intentions.

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Tōga appreciated the time spent with Ursula, for dull moments were a rarity in her presence. Her wit transformed even the most hum drum sentiments into thrilling escapades, and her charm and womanly wiles were the instruments she wielded to shape the world to her liking. So skilled was she in this art that even waiting for her could be an entertaining respite from life's usual normalcy. Thus, when a tall, brutish man approached her at the bar, Tōga merely observed with casual interest, curiosity rather than resentment guiding his gaze. Surely, the man knew she was here with someone, and the Lycan was not one to shy away from her ambitions or tolerate those who dared to stand in her way.

When Ursula verbally battered the giant, Tōga's laughter rang out, drawing the attention of the unfortunate snob's entourage. "Hey, kid! What're you laughing at? You're lucky there's something wrong with your girl, or she'd be at our table with us, hahaha," a skinny, twig-like man with a beard thicker than his body taunted. From across the bar, Tōga winced, the stench of the man's breath and the plaque coating his teeth assaulting his senses.

"Nah, she wouldn't go for someone as weak as him, or any of you for that matter," Tōga replied, his words devoid of malice, simply an honest truth born from his observations of someone far stronger than anyone in the tavern. It wasn't jealousy that fueled his words, but a perceptive understanding of Ursula's strength. With that, Tōga turned back to Ursula, oblivious to the grumbles and plots of lethal intent brewing among those he had unintentionally slighted, their incensed glares following the dragon slayer as he focused on his lively date.

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Ursula was a force to be reckoned with, a paradox wrapped in purple. To Toga, she was a charmer and a temptress; to her adversaries, she was a ruthless predator, her presence a blend of poise and chaos that could unsettle even the fiercest of warriors. Thus, when a burly man approached her only to be sharply rebuked, Toga couldn’t help but smile from the sidelines. This brash behemoth would soon learn his lesson, and not at the hands of the dragon slayer. Ursula, the formidable Lycan, was fully capable of handling her own battles.

As Toga tuned out the surrounding chatter, his senses sharpened to the other elements around him, though his attention snapped back at the eruption of a harsh expletive aimed at Ursula. Some words ignited fires that could only be extinguished by confrontation. The man’s face reddened with anger as he spat out the word "Bitch!"—a direct challenge that vibrated menacingly in the air.

From his spot under the pool table, Toga was poised to spring into action against the towering patron who dared insult Ursula. However, he halted as he noticed the purple-haired vixen confidently closing the distance, cue stick in hand, poised like a swordswoman.

"Ooooi!" Toga couldn’t contain his delight at the scene unfolding before him. His eyes gleamed with admiration for Ursula’s swift handling of the situation. Yet, he quickly turned to the aggressor's comrades, who had earlier taunted him, unable to let Ursula monopolize the thrill of the skirmish. "She can't have all the fun!" he declared, launching himself into the fray.

With a fluid leap, Toga bridged the distance, landing amidst the group of inebriated louts. What followed was a chaotic tangle of limbs and curses, Toga’s vivid pink hair the only clear marker of his presence in the tumultuous melee. As the fight escalated, it became evident who held the upper hand. The instigators found themselves overwhelmed, outmatched by the crazed dragon slayer and the fierce Lycan, proving once again that provoking this pair was a grievous misstep.

Que -- Bar Fight!

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In the thick of the chaos, Tōga nearly missed Ursula's words, his adrenaline surging as he dove deeper into the fray. The dragon slayer was a whirlwind of energy, each headlock and punch adding to the growing pile of defeated challengers he left in his wake. “H-huh!?” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise and cheeks flushed with exertion. He popped his head up from a cloud of dirt and dust, his figure momentarily emerging from the swirling maelstrom of bodies around him as he searched for a moment of clarity amidst the tumult.

“Should we really be talking about that now?” he blurted out, a hint of a blush coloring his tone. Tōga 's combat dance was a fluid series of moves; he wove in and out of the melee with the grace of a seasoned fighter, pausing sketchily to dispatch another adversary before slipping away to reconnect with Ursula. “But still! I’ll make sure to save some energy for you, Ursula-chan!” he called out over the turmoil, his promise cutting through the noise of the brawl.

Despite the unlikely setting—a bar brawl swirling around them—Tōga 's devotion to Ursula remained unshaken. Mid-conflict, he reassured her of his intentions, his words a playful yet earnest nod to the "energy reserves" she hoped he'd maintain for their later endeavors. His assertion was both a flirtatious acknowledgment of their intimate connection and a candid admission of his willingness to meet her desires, no matter the circumstances.

Springing from the heap of combatants, Tōga quickly sized up one of the men he had previously engaged. With a deft motion, he grabbed the burly fighter by the collar, his muscles tensing as he prepared for the next move. In a display of sheer strength, he hurled the larger man across the room. The brute's body flew like a missile before crashing spectacularly into the center bar, his back slamming against the shelves laden with bottled drinks. The impact sent glass shattering in a spectacular cascade, bottles tumbling and spilling their contents as the crowd momentarily paused, the sound of breaking glass punctuating the ongoing disorder.

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Amid the chaos of the evening, Tōga found himself caught between two intense forces that demanded his attention. On one side, there was Ursula, with her tempting charm, skillfully weaving a web to reinvent the dragon slayer into a figure more to her liking. Her tactics were a masterful blend of ego-stroking and side-by-side combat, her words honeyed enough to coax the sun behind the clouds and invite the moon to set a more intimate scene. On the other side, Tōga was fully engaged in a physical contest, countering the sharp tongues and venomous threats of unruly tavern goons with his own brand of brutal retribution.

“W-what are you—ARGHH!” cried one of the troublemakers as Tōga, seizing the moment, thrust him headfirst into the unyielding wall. Blood blossomed from the man’s nose, painting the stones with stark, crimson strokes as his body slumped against the cold, hard barrier.

Another antagonist made a desperate bid for freedom, but Tōga was quick to react. His eyes, alight with the thrill of the fray, gleamed as he yanked the man back with unyielding strength. With a forceful motion, he hurled his opponent across the room, sending him crashing through tables and sending mugs and plates flying in a cacophony of chaos.

“This was a fun date, Ursula-chan!” Tōga shouted over the din, his voice brimming with exhilaration. He reveled in physical exertion, using the brawlers as makeshift gym equipment to test his prowess. To him, they were no more significant than sandbags or dumbbells, mere tools in his impromptu workout routine.

The evening had begun simply enough—with pool and drinks in a cozy tavern setting. But as the night unfolded, it spiraled wildly into a full-blown bar brawl. Yet, despite the disorder, Tōga thrived in the tumult, and Ursula, watching with a mix of appreciation and desire, clearly appreciated the spectacle. Her gaze, hungry and approving, followed his every move, her interest piqued by his dominance and strength.

The unexpected turn of events had transformed their casual outing into an adrenaline-fueled escapade, blending combat and camaraderie into a uniquely thrilling date. As glasses shattered and shouts filled the air, the night proved anything but typical, etching itself into his memory as an evening where passion and pandemonium collided in perfect, chaotic harmony.

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As the last echoes of the brawl faded, the tumultuous clash gave way to a stillness punctuated only by heavy breaths and long, drawn-out sighs of exhaustion. The instigators of the chaos lay strewn across the floor of the bar, their bodies unconscious and contorted into portraits of human degeneration. While no lives had been claimed that night, the bruised egos and shattered spirits scattered among the debris were testament enough to the futility of their challenge against the formidable duo of the dragon slayer and the Lycan lass.

Tōga rose, dusting off the remnants of the fray from his clothing with a series of efficient pats. He surveyed the aftermath of their confrontation, the bar transformed into a chaotic playground of destruction. Patrons not involved in the fracas were speechless, their expressions a mix of shock and disbelief. Meanwhile, the bar staff sighed—a sound mixing annoyance with a grudging respect for the combatants' prowess. Unbeknownst to Tōga and his companion, such brawls were not uncommon here, and the staff had become adept at erasing the scars of conflict. By the next day, the bar would be restored to its former glory, the night's events swept away as if they had never happened.

"Huh?" Tōga's attention shifted as he caught Ursula playing with a cigarette, the thin wisps of smoke curling lazily into the air. "Nah, I’m good, Ursula-chan," he responded with a warm, dismissive chuckle, waving off her offer. "I deal with enough smoke, hahaha," he quipped, his laughter mingling with the lingering smell of scorched wood and spilled spirits, a nod to his fiery prowess.

"Aye, Bartender-san! Can we get a few new drinks?" Tōga called out, his voice carrying over the cluttered aftermath and the bodies that dotted the floor like casualties of some great battle.

"We can always get more—and the night doesn’t have to end, right?" he added with a broad, inviting smile. His tone suggested not just a continuation of their evening but a defiance of the night's earlier violence, an affirmation of life and solidarity in the face of chaos. As the bartender nodded and set to work, Tōga turned back to Ursula, ready to redefine the night on their terms, with new drinks and renewed spirits, their laughter slowly replacing the remnants of discord with a promise of continuing revels.

“You looked good out there, by the way,”

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