Here is a small offering about everyone's favourite mad alchemist, Kimblee. It's manga-verse and a little bit weird, so be warned.
Hagane no RenkinJutsushi and Kimblee belong to Arakawa Hiromu-sensei, not me.
Explosions sounded around Kimblee. He listened to each, listening to them like one would listen to the sweetest, most beautiful song on earth. To Red Lotus Alchemist Zolf J. Kimblee, it was. The sounding of his own bombs, the gunshots of the Amestrian military, the screams of the Ishballans, and the far off sounding of other alchemic explosions melded into a beautiful symphony, the likes of which no other person but Kimblee could love or even hear.
He glanced at the circles etched into his palms, then at the little red stone that hung around his neck. They gave him power, and yet marked him as a dog of the military. Most others would think of it as a curse, but he couldn't care less. As long as he could create bombs, he was fine with whatever the military told him to do. As he came out of his thoughts, he caught sight of a small band of fleeing Ishballans. He smirked, and raised his hands to the sky.
The symphony of destruction continued.
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