sword

The sword is a gift from god, a weapon sculpted by the heavens themselves. It has been used for generations, Its Majesty untold. Day in and out I train, searching the world for skilled swordsmen who can teach me the blade. All of which I defeat in the end. The sword has become like a third hand. Yet, and yet he stands before me a man bult on his talent alone, no matter how much time, effort, and exhaustion I put in to the sword, all that comes back is defeat. Many so-called geniuses have challenged me, all left licking my feet. Still I'm never good enough. As I'm out in the field training, he's relaxing with his girlfriend. When I'm searching the world for the next great master, he is hanging out with his friends. All of which I gave up to reach where I'm at, and yet I'm always second place. It's never enough whenever I feel like I'm gonna reach him; he jumps ever so higher. I shall drop my sword, my dreams, and will to live. After all, what is life without a dream?

My finger clenching the sword slipped and it clanged on the floor. This realization killed me.

"I should head home." I say to myself

It felt like I was sleepwalking, as if each step wasn't my own. I somehow ended up outside, I can't even remember when I left the building.

Honk

"Get out of the way dumbass."

It hurts, does it? I can't feel my legs, or my arms. What happened? A truck speeds off around the corner.

"I, don, wa, t t, die" I mumble.

I awake on the street, but it feels off. Like stone?

Feels? Did I die? Is this heaven?

There's a market around me, people shopping, employees encouraging everyone to buy their goods. Some who walked by glared at me like they were looking at scum, and others didn't even spare me a second glance. A man walks next to me with a sword on his waist. His hair is slicked back and he is wearing a fancy set of plate armor that covers everything but the head. The armor is embroidered with a golden lion on its arm and chest. His appearance was that of knights of myth.

"Where am I?" I ask the man.

He turns to me with a disgusted face.

"You my friend are in the city of freelords, under the rule of sir victor the great." He said in a friendly tone.

He turns away with a trained speed.

A girl walks up to me with a caring face.

"Are you alright?" she asks

This girl has long black hair tied into a ponytail, glimmering blue eyes that look like jewels, and she is dressed in a military uniform what is just black with white stripes. And the emblem of what I would presume to be the lord on her chest.

"I'm fine, but thanks for asking." I respond.

She reaches a hand out.

"Well then would you like a hand?" she asks

As she pulls me up I notice her sword. It's a long sword with a white dragon going down the sheath.

I couldn't help myself from saying.

"beautiful."

"You wanna see it?" she asks

I nod. The way she drew her sword showed experience.

The first word that comes to mind when I see the sword is "gorgeous". I mean a true masterpiece. I haven't seen a sword like it. Although unlike the sheath the blade could be seen as bland, just a normal long sword. But to my eyes it's absolutely beautiful, the way the sword glimmers in the light revealing slight scratches. making it look as though it's seen a hundred battles.

"That sword. Not to be rude, but may I ask you for a duel?" I ask

She looked at me top to bottom and with an approving nod she said.

"Why not."

She guided me to what seemed to be a bar, except for a moderately big arena in the middle. Men gathered around cheering at an on going fight. A man with a spear stood in an amateur looking stance. Before him stands a tall man with a long sword. He charged at the braced spearman. The spear shot forward like a missile aiming for the tall man's chest. He tries to parry the spear but inevitably he misses and gets run through by the spear. The crowd cheered, and for some reason I found myself cheering with them. The fight made my adrenaline pump, it made me feel like I could do anything. A short man wearing black came in and snatched the body. She stepped in, giving me a nod as if telling me to follow. I take a step in causing the crowd to cheer. A man walked in from behind me.

"Well, isn't it good to see you again." He winked at the girl, and then turned to the crowd. " Okay okay, calm it on down. Because we have a good match tonight. A newcomer has gone and challenged Rose. Okay, now I guess it's time for the Introductions. On this side we have the undefeated sword of the lord of the city, ROSE! And on the other corner mister nobody who doesn't deserve to be named. May the fight begin." He said

The sword. no duel is more brilliant and Awe inspiring than it, whether it is an astonishing slash or stunning parry there's nothing like it.

I pick the sword off the ground and enter my favorite stance, It is a stance within the Lord Slayer Style. I made the lord slayer Style to beat the so-called lord of swords Roman Forest, the number one rank in the world and a man I could never beat no matter how many times I tried. To make this style I have trained under and beaten countless masters, but in the end it wasn't enough. Even so with this technique I won't lose to anyone but Roman.

I ready my sword entering what most would consider a generic stance, however even this stance is good enough because I have mastered it.

I put one foot in front of the other, lean slightly back and point my sword slightly at her. She enters a low stance so low that it makes you wonder how she has any balance.

She doesn't seem to want to move so I take the initiative. Lunging forward and preforming a sideways slash aimed at her head. But in an instant she disappeared, and all my sword hit was air. A slight stinging pain shoots up from my stomach. I look down and her beautiful long sword is plunged deep in my stomach. She was on all threes still holding on to the sword.

" I lost?"