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I rise from a battlefield littered with thousands of corpses. My hands are stained in blood, but I am still able to hold onto my sword. In my other hand I hold my prize, my symbol of victory. It was once the head of a powerful man, but now the blood dripped from the black hair, staining my hands even more. I felt as though I could be struck down any moment, but I had to savor this victory for what it was. I ascended the castle, making my way to the roof. Once I was finally at the top, I held both my head and my enemy's high, for all of the kingdom to see.

 

I shouted, "My friends! For years Cyber Altair has sat high upon his mighty throne, and though many have already stolen his seat from him, it is I who has surpassed him as the sixth strongest in all the land! This is my unquestionable proof."

 

Larxene, the only woman in the kingdom that stood above me, was nearby, so I threw the head at her feet.

 

"Your defeat will have to wait, wench," I promised her, setting my sights on my next opponent: Kuja the Magnificent.

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