Debate Club Image — Scaramouche X

And yet… he didn’t drop it.

One Nobushi was embedded upside-down in a rice paddy, his hat spinning in slow motion. Another had left a perfect silhouette through a wooden storehouse wall. A third was tied in a bow using his own haori. scaramouche x debate club image

The next day, on a remote island in Inazuma, a Fatui recon team found something they could not file in a standard report. And yet… he didn’t drop it

Scaramouche didn’t look up. He gave the club a final, loving wipe. “Injured? No. Enlightened? Yes.” He hefted the massive weapon onto his shoulder with a casualness that defied physics. The timber groaned. The rivets strained. He looked ridiculous. He looked terrifying. A third was tied in a bow using his own haori

“I find,” Scaramouche whispered, tapping the flat of the club against his palm, “that with the proper tool, a debate can be concluded very, very quickly.”