It's pretty hard to get used to life in this universe even if I seem to have mastered Soul Edge, the rather infamous murder-blade. It's pretty easy to hone your skills when you're slaughtering thousands of ancillary characters during your spare time. The only real problem is the sword's strange murderous voice that seems to be forcing its way into the back of my mind. It'll just have to join the chorus of other murderous voices once it finishes worming its way in.

I'm just thankful that Ivy decided to sleep in late today because the hypnotic swaying of her supple mammaries would have severely wounded my imagination even if they didn't lead to my defeat.