Like A Boy — CIARA
Chojuro was in a rare fit of rage. He didn't get like this very often. It was very unusual for him to lose his his cool like this.
But he was sick of this. Where the hell was Suigetsu?
The young swordsman swung Hiramekarei at a training post and splinters of wood flew in every direction.
No, he wasn't going to put up with this anymore.
