Storia Di Farfalle

  Chapter 5, Opening World: Graham felt the hit, but as his eyes adjusted he found that he hadn't hit Glaze, all he hit was a large Club, the one wielding the club had jumped in front of Glaze to protect her. Graham now noticed his hand had been crushed, he looked back at his opponent, a Butterfly of Blue like Glaze but particularly short for their species, Glaze was able to recognize it was the second son of Muto, Pinkerton.  Pinkerton held his club, pointed at Graham’s head, he began to speak “Both of your hands are no more, I suggest you leave this place before your legs suffer the same fate”, Graham chuckled, unthreatened, he turned away, his back facing Pinkerton, and spoke “You think it matters if you damage my individual body parts?, Even if you cut off all my limbs, I could easily recover”. Glaze and Pinkerton watched as Graham’s shirt began to shift around, as if something was moving inside, suddenly it ripped and broke apart, revealing a short and thin old man, dress...

  Chapter 4, Blue Nixon: Graham swung his arm to hit Glaze, but as he would have hit his target he found she had already moved, Graham looked up and saw Glaze above him, having moved away, she was sitting on a pole. Graham jumped off of one foot into the sky, in the air he crashed his hand into the wall of the building Glaze was in, he hooked his arm around the hole he made, until he suddenly found his entire arm was gone, hanging off the ledge, while he was falling to the ground. Graham hit the sand with a thud, he looked to see if Glaze was still at the pole, only to find she was not. Until suddenly a foot came down on Graham’s chest, Glaze was standing over him. Glaze began to speak “You did exactly what I wanted, I sliced your arm when you tried to swing at me, but I sliced it so perfectly that you didn't notice how close it was from falling off, so when you came after me, you fell and hurt yourself…” Graham stared at Glaze, he questioned her “But, how are you able to move so f...

  Chapter 3, Boot The Sand Boot: Graham walked through the town, slowly and in a matter, which could be seen as pure determination, even though, in Graham’s very soul, he had no determination apart from his promises from long ago. A man jumped from the crowd, swinging a blade towards Graham, but Graham grabbed the blade with only his fingertips, then lifting it into the air, and throwing it down to the ground, all the while the man still holding on, as it happened so fast he couldn't even process how he desperately needed to let go.  When the sword hit the ground, it was reduced to dust, as for the man, his body became something that looked dead, even though the man lived, he lost much of his skin, nearly an entire half of his face, he broke bones, he lost blood, he would be bedridden for the next year at the absolute least. Graham noticed a bullet flying towards his head, he lifted his hand, and as the bullet flew closer, he flicked it away with his finger, sending the bullet...