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2025-09-09
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The Laugh of the eternal loser

Summary:

Spear kinda lose it

Notes:

Why not, lets just do this

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

In the middle of a chamber there is two warriors, one Stand with many cuts and the other is in the ground cover in blood.

''Ha... ha ha... HA HA... HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA''

The laugh echoed the room where the two warriors just fight.

''What the hell is wrong with you? Did i hit you to hard?'' Say the one with the sword

''Ha ha, yeaaaah... maybe you did... but i dont know... i just find it fun''

''What are you talking about?''

''This is my all, the farthest i'll go and... i still lost... he...''

''Hey, don't go melancholic now, you did it good, sometimes it just like that''

''But it's always like that to me'' Now, with a strange calm, the one who lose talk while crying ''It's always my defeat, no matter how good i did one round, the next 10 i'll lose''

''...'' The one with the sword decide to sit in silent next to the other

''But this time... i really try... i mean i always try my best BUT THIS TIME!!! I... thought that i could win'' The voice goes lower at the end

''You did win some battles''

''BUT ITS NO ENOUGH!!! EVERYBODY HAVE WON BEFORE THIS TOURNAMENT! EVERYBODY HAVE BIGGER ACHIEVEMENTS ASIDE THIS EVENT!!! But i have nothing... just a broken spear and a look of *Maybe the next one* from the public''

''...''

''Tell me old friend, If a warrior who only purpose is to fight always lose... what reason have to even get up from the ground?''

''...''

''Friend?''

'' *Sigh* I don't know, and honestly don't care'' says the warrior using the sword to stand up

''He, that so you''

''Listen, cut the sad discourse for now, i won, so i choose where we dinner tonight, later we can continous this conversation in your room or mine'' The winner offer the hand to the loser

''Geez, one can't be a little sad with you cause' you always interrupt with food'' say while grabbing the hand to stand on

''That's what you love of me''

''That's what i hate of you''

''Well, next time you win, I'll let you vent about all your sadness for as long as you want, but for now, I'll let you do it after dinner''

''Such a gluton''

''Such a crybaby''

'':P''

''But let me tell you one last thing''

''Eh?''

''You have something''

''What?''

''You have me''

''He... you really are... something''

''NOW LET'S GO FOR PIZZA''

''Let's go''

Notes:

My first fic and its about weaponballs, im going crazy for sure