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Paragon of Death

Life from birth has been nothing but hell. I lost my parents to some stupid aristocrats whom they offended. Executed for no good reason. My relatives abandoned me and pushed me aside. They feared for their lives and left me and my sister to starve and wander the streets alone! No, this is worse than hell! I watched my sister die of starvation. Her lips were dry and her feet bloody. Her nails were broken and her fingers riddled with cuts. She struggled in my hands and after a few seconds of struggle she passed away. She seemed joyful in death so I prayed mine will come just as swift and merciful as hers. So I stayed in the alleyway, alone with her rotten corpse awaiting my fate for God knows how long. I could see it already. The darkness encroaching from all sides Everyone said death is scary but I say it's the end! Who needs life after death? What is the need for reincarnation? Who would want to return to this crazy world? "It's not yet time for you to go... You have one more task to accomplish as my host" A voice called out to me. I could barely see or speak but how can I miss such a beautiful face? It was an extremely handsome man who gazed at me with tender eyes. "Haven't I suffered enough? Can't I just rest?" I cried out. Why would I want to stay back in such a cruel world? "Don't you want to avenge the death of your parents? Don't you want to become something greater? I can make that happen!" The beautiful man said with an alluring voice. "You... Who are you?" I asked with an anxious heart. My parents always said God is the only one who cares about me! Maybe in my final hours, he has come to save me. "Call me Death..."

3_Sins_Studios · Fantasy
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691 Chs

Practical class

Mr. Parkinson walked briskly towards the dojo, followed by a group of curious and excited students. He had announced that today's lesson would be a practical demonstration of the basic principles of fighting, and that he had arranged a special guest to join them. The students wondered who it could be, and what kind of martial arts they would learn.

The dojo was a large wooden building with sliding doors and windows. Inside, there were mats on the floor, weapons on the walls, and a banner that read "Zen Martial Dojo". Mr. Parkinson opened the door and gestured for the students to enter.

"Welcome to the dojo, class 1-A. This is where we will learn about the art of combat, both physical and mental. Please take off your shoes and bow to the master before you step on the mats."