The trio of prisoners was brought toward the very centre of the room. Half of the crowd - mostly men, but there were a few women also - that had captu...ed them had now scattered in such a way so as to form three concentric circles around the trio. The rest remained in a tight formation of three half- circles that blocked the large exit at the back of the room.Soon, a man with his face painted with intricate designs and his body covered with a black and white pelt, came forward from the back of. . Since he's gone so far already, could he hold back during the fight out of compassion... ?Shishio: You don't have to say it. The possibility is there. Anji may be a fallen monk but he lives in accordance with Buddhism.(In his chamber, Anji stares at a small statue of a Boddhisattva.)Shishio: He has the most compassion of all the Ten Swords. Yet--(Anji smashes it.)Shishio: He acts far more out of divine wrath than compassion.(Inside the statue is a small black tablet. Anji tucks it inside his. But then I wake up and what’s going on?I’m still on the court, but also in my bed. But it’s not my gym shorts that are slipping down; it’s my sheet. I crack an eye enough to tell that my door’s ajar, the hall light silhouetting Andrea’s nightcap beside my bed.Holy shit! Better shut my eyes and act asleep.A hard-on’s not something that you can just will away, especially coming out of a dream about naked basketball.First it’s my sheet getting pulled down. Then it’s her hand on my pajama bottoms.. Even in my own eyes, it was pretty pathetic for me to have only one friend at that age. Finally, I spoke to him about it. He just laughed, said I was thinking too much and pat me on the head.After a few weeks, I was slowly becoming a part of his bigger friend group. We all met together once a week and I enjoyed myself. Even if a small part of myself wanted to keep him with me and only me. The part of me longed for those nights we hung out alone, talking only to each other about everything.That.