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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar wanted to learn how to fight but he also wanted to learn how to heal. His brows furrowed in dismay as he drew unrecognisable patterns in the street at his feet. He had many dreams of being a great swordsman and on top of that he wanted to earn himself a rep, a name he would be known as throughout the clans, The Death Surgeon. It was a childish ordeal but no matter what anybody said that was his goal. A sigh parted the boys maw before he flopped back on the pavement and closed his eyes in the hopes of taking a nap.[/fancypost]
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