So, Inuko concluded, she couldn’t decide whether her brother lived or died, just when, where and by who’s blade. “No Kiba, I won’t hate you.”
“NOOOO!!!!” Daichi screamed. But it was already too late for him. Kiba walked slowly, almost as if stalking prey, toward Daichi. The usually calm man panicked and struggled to his knees. He raised he stubs in a pathetic last minute attempt at defending himself. “Look, I’m better alive than dead! I can do things! I can convince people-”
Kiba cut his head off with a technique similar to that of an American baseball player.
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A loud horn sounded, announcing that the three great leaders had arrived. Kiba picked up Daichi’s head and put his sword away. He turned his head playfully towards Inuko. “Showtime!” He leaped halfway up the wall, and rapidly climbed the rest of the way. Inuko snapped out of her trance and dashed into the crowd-even if she couldn’t stop this madness, she had the right to see it.
