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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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284 Chs

Death

Standing at two corners of the raised square platform were a golden blonde haired young man and a dark grey haired man, who stood glaring at each other as the latter's fighting spirit affected the former, whose face was devoid of emotions to be expressed.

They were none other than no.497 and no.516, Edwin and Bruno, a Noble Heir and a [Hall Of Warriors] guild's newbie member, respectively.

At Edwin's right hand side, stood the referee, who walked forward and looked towards Bruno, first.

"READY!?" The referee asked and got a nod in response.

He then turned to Edwin and, "READY!?" he asked again, and "Yes" Edwin said, with a nod.

"Fighters Ready!" He yelled and

"Fight!" He jumped away.

BOOM-!

Leaving behind a small crater beneath his foot, Bruno shot forward towards Edwin, without a weapon, but with a crazed smile.

WHOOOSH-!