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Cross said:
Bluelock is shit. Purely fan service. The thing had a lot of potential at the beginning but now… It lacks the tactics, and the authenticity Ao Ashi has. All the characters are FW.
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It gave me Kuroko vibes? Which I really enjoyed once you ignore the reality of the sport they're playing. But this seems overly edgy even for me lmao.
 
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Cross said:
You can try it tho. From the trailers, it looks like the anime has good quality.
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I'll give it an episode or two. Now that I know how stupid it sounds it could be some popcorn hype. Was the same for Kuroko you need both types of sport shows. Those that are authentic and those that are crazy with superpowers and shit.
 
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Guren said:
I'll give it an episode or two. Now that I know how stupid it sounds it could be some popcorn hype. Was the same for Kuroko you need both types of sport shows. Those that are authentic and those that are crazy with superpowers and shit.
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Baby Steps was very nice in terms of more realistic sports anime.
 
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Ichimonji said:
Pulling out Goatlavan,
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Yes.
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Ichimonji said:

Whole Cake Island - #30
@kakashi19283 @Guren ​

The Beaches of WCI
Titans of the New Generation, rue.

La Spada looked up at the rain. It seemed to wash away the pride she held for so long. The hate, had failed her. There was doubt. The woman had pulled a man set to drown - a man she had recognized. Pulling out Goatlavan, a marine and sworn enemy, The Grim laid him on the now cold sand. The man was badly bruised, much like La Spada, with equal or more emotional turmoil. The change outside mimicked the change inside. Here, in the beaches of WCI, the Titans of the New Generation stood defeated. Here, reckoning would come for them. Would they give up, or would fate jest?

The wounded man suddenly spoke, and La Spada’s eyes turned from sadness to sheer shock.

[La Spada] “H-H-H-How do yah’ know that name?! Tha’… Unsundered!”​

The first was a reaction quick. Flabergasted, The Grim turned her head. A piece of her soul had been in Kallavan - yet, she had not felt any of this. How would this mere mortal know that name? The name of the Vice-Chief of Cipher Pol; the steward of history’s weave. There was a tense moment. A moment whence La Spada stared into Kallavan, trying to peel back the layers of soul, of spirit, of trauma. However, like an ant’s nest, peeling back layers only led to more layers. Slowly, her eyes widened even more. The Unsundered. The Grim thought back to the words of The Hunter’s Dream.

Those words emblazoned into her souls.



Was Kallavan one who held one of the phantoms? Was his memory intact - Unsundered or Sundered? Could he have memory of her, of the first reflection, or how La Spada truly once was? A human? Hate had turned her into one unrecognizable. One soul swept by anathema. Perhaps Rohan was much the same. The Grim let go of her surprise, almost accepting the man’s words as true and what they meant. Those once blood-shot cutthroat eyes became soft. An aura devoid of emotion, even that constant hate that clung to those bones. Here, in the beaches of WCI, La Spada was made to remember the time where hate did not rule, by one she did.

A genuinely amused chuckle came before words.

[La Spada] “Son Rohan. In days forgotten, was history’s steward, to set the course and keep it true. Rohan was our hand, our fist. To let live some… and crush tha’ rest. Kallavan thy has been chosen."​
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[La Spada] “Wonder what tha’ purpose of Rohan is in this cold world. Yah’ see, us Unsundered all have one, cold and still.”​
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Words spoken with weight, taken from depths of soul to one who could finally understand her. Unsundered all had a purpose, brought from the Old World. La Spada asked Kallavan what was Son Rohan’s purpose. The woman would wait for the answer. She too had a purpose, one whose weight erased her identity, her human identity. Through the rain, those bones began to glow beet red. Where once was regret and sadness, it suddenly shifted to anger, revenge, and wanting. Wanting to drink the world dry. For the first time, Kallavan would feel it was not hers, not La Spada’s.

The purpose of the chosen one revealed. A purpose and a curse. Words spoken with various tongues - many voices of Sundered.
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[La Spada] “To preserve our people, sent to the source. Became phantoms. Phantoms who bear witness to the ones who enjoy the source. Bear witness the life we once had. Hate grows. With imitations they profane. It is anathema to us!”​
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[La Spada] “Undying, we Sundered light the oath of wayward souls of man. Oft to pass judgment on them, so that Ivalice might endure. Endure in tha’ flames of chaos. Chaos for Sundered souls to call home in the flame.”​
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[La Spada] “A flame called Spada.”​
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So that Ivalice might endure. Kallavan may not know that name, but Son Rohan did. The name of the world long abandoned. The name of the world destroyed. The name of the world the Sundered and Unsundered came from. It would not be clear. The ‘creature of anger’ Kallavan defined… it was not Isis at all. Nay. Hundreds of thousands of Sundered souls. Their anger, their hate, their wanting to survive, all found a home, a home with hate akin to theirs. A home called Isis. La Spada was not the one Son Rohan knew - she was much like Kallavan, many layers. Layers of Sundered souls.

Suddenly, La Spada, nay, Isis, fell on her knees. A green light enveloped her - not of soul, but of other. Her bones glowed like a Diamond. Uvogin. As if another Unsundered soul acted between the Sundered souls inside and Isis’s original soul to escape for a moment. The woman‘s hands hit the sand, now speaking to Son Rohan.

Isis wept.

[Isis] “Do yah’ know what it is like?! T-t-t-this hate?! This wanting?! You have but a few… Yet, I-I-I…. A legion. The hate of a whole world over your soul?! DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT IS LIKE?!?!”​
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[Isis] “I can’t even remember their faces anymore. My sisters...”​
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The last words were said in a whisper. With agony of one, Isis.

Suddenly, the Diamond coating, Uvogin, left. The tears stopped. The cold sand felt a boney knee, as Isis, nay, La Spada, stood up to hear Kallavan‘s words.

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La Spada is such an amazing character. I hope that one day Isis finds peace
 
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