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The Blind Swordsman.

A tragedy... An abrupt departure... Death... And rebirth. Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword. A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond. It unveiled something, Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented.... A being who seems to weave the threads of fate. Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will? If he does exist, what purpose does he serve? Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him? If it is another's will, can he defy it? Can he turn his sword against his creator, A being who literally writes his reality? Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows, Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

_Eshwar_ · Realistic
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276 Chs

Creating a hero....

BOOM-!

In an instance, the masked man with [Ear Phones] a his moniker, as the hooded woman had stated; disappeared from the sights of those around him and reappeared in front of the hooded woman with his left gripped broadsword swung down on her, vertically.

The hooded woman's senses busted out, reaching their limits in an instant, thanks to which she managed to react by raising her right palm to block the sword that came down on her, crashing, carrying a force so strong that even she, who was proud of being stronger than the powerhouses she had met in all her life, flinched and grunted at the sheer physically exerted pressure pressing down on her.

Her raised palm managed to hold off the sword inches away from cutting her arm, or even her body if its direction changed, ever so slightly.

The 'gap' between the forces pushing back the other's, caused ripples to form in between.