Chapter Seven: Samurai
If only Auron were here.
Out of all the dresspheres I've collected so far, I think he would have liked this one the best. In fact, I think he would have insisted that I use this one and this one alone!
Honor in battle is a rare thing these days. Even rarer is a level playing fiel
Cherry blossoms swirl about me as my robes settle. Sword held high, I move forward before saluting my enemy with my blade. Again, I think Auron would not mind, as I am using one of his swords, as is Rikku (again). I've finally got the upper arm strength needed, as his sword is heavy. Rikku transforms into the White Mage, and Paine turns into the Thief. Seeing the fiend cast a Defense Up on itself, I raise my hand to my forehead and prepare my spell to elevate myself to its level.
"Nonpareil!" I cry. My strength increases, and I dash forward to swing my blade through the fiend's armor. I finish, and return to my spot, eyes tracking every move of my enemy. I feel calm, collected…peaceful. It's different from when I transform into the Dark Knight. I'm simply content to fight, to make sure I can defeat my foes fairly and cleanly.
And above all else, preserve honor and integrity. For without these things we are no less than animals.
I have to admit though…Spare Change? Weird attack, throwing gil at enemies… But hey, whatever works with this, I guess.