I decided to share the ludicrous aftermath of the battle with Tatsumaki with Dante, my older brother. As I recounted the tale, Dante's laughter echoed through the room, his amusement clearly uncontainable.
Dante:Dude, you really took selfies after beating Tatsumaki?
Dante exclaimed, his laughter punctuating each sentence.
Dante:That's like next-level trolling. I can't believe you actually did that!
I chuckled in response, reveling in the absurdity of the situation.
Me:Well, you know, adding a touch of humor to psychic battles. It's an art form, really.
Dante wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye.
Dante:Man, if only I could've seen her face when you pulled out that camera. Must've been priceless.
I nodded, a smirk playing on my lips.
Me:Oh, it definitely was. She tried to give me a piece of her mind, but hey, sometimes you've got to spice things up.
Dante's laughter subsided, but a mischievous glint remained in his eyes.
Dante:So, what are you going to do with those selfies? Post them online? Frame them? Use them as battle trading cards?
I contemplated the options, a playful grin forming.
Me:Maybe a bit of all of that. A little internet fame won't hurt, right?
Dante clapped me on the shoulder, still chuckling.
Dante:You, my little brother, are turning battles into a comedy show. I love it.
As the laughter lingered in the room, we shared a moment of camaraderie, reveling in the sheer absurdity of the situation.
Dante, my older brother, had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he tossed me a sword with a striking design—a black blade adorned with a vibrant patterns. The weapon bore intricate symbols inscribed into its surface, hinting at its otherworldly origin.
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Dante:Check it out, little bro! A devil arm straight from a demon lord
Dante announced with a grin, clearly excited about presenting me with this formidable weapon.
I caught the sword, feeling its weight in my hands. The aura emanating from it hinted at the demonic power infused within. "Impressive," I admitted, examining the craftsmanship and the arcane symbols etched into the blade.
Me:But you know I have a soft spot for my broken sword.
Dante chuckled, leaning against a nearby wall.
Dante:Your sentimental attachment to that broken relic never ceases to amuse me. What's the deal with that thing anyway?
I summoned my broken sword, its ethereal form materializing in my grasp.
