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Stop shaking! One slash and it's all over!
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Clear your thoughts and maybe you will win. Not!
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Hey! That's my face. You're meat, beanhead.
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Life is a stewed peach in a lot of syrup... Ukyo.
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You almost scratched my perfect face. Oooh, to think of it!
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The moment I drew my sword, the fight was over. Ho-hum.
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A perfect attack and deadly handsome. I am too much!
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Even if you imitate me, you still can't get a date!
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..........
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..... resemble me..... handsome just I've thought.....
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..... I..... win.....
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..... to cut a same face..... ..... feel bad.....
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Yawn...
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I'm speechless...
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Fangs. Spit. Foul demon. Poetry, it's cool!
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L-O-S-E-R...
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Yikes!
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Whoa,that was close.
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O,so naive!
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Fun's over,bonehead.
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Blood! How revolting.
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.......
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Huh?...
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What a wimp. Hack, ahem!
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Hmph.
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(Ahem. Hack, hack.)
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Hmph...
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(Ugh. Argh. Ahem.)
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......
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Killing is my way.
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My sword is covered in red.
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Hmm... Interesting.
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Go on to the world beyond
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...
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Hmm.. interesting
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Haohmaru: It is good that we meet finally. Your name is well known to me.
Ukyo: Yes, I too know of Haohmaru.
Haohmaru: May our names be remembered beyond this day.
Ukyo: Here I come.
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Yumeji: Mr. Ukyo, the last time we met was ages ago.
Ukyo: You look just as good now as then, Yumeji.
Yumeji: This Gozen match has me very excited.
Ukyo: With you as my opponent, I'm happy.
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Get ready! I've come to destroy all!
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Ukyo: Your style was everything it was cracked up to be.
Haohmaru: Compliments seem stupid considering I lost the fight.
Ukyo: I look forward to a day when we shall face off again.
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Ukyo: Yumeji, you fight like a master!
Yumeji: No, no, I've learned much from watching you!!
Ukyo: Your swordsmanship, it's really special. Mmm. What is that?!
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I hope your death will bring you purpose.
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Damn, my sword is really sharp!
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The winter waters, violent waves crashing loud. Still, I venture forth... You must die.
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