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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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Intent

A few days later.

At the [Dreams Academy]

In the training hall,

A devilishly charming man with a stubble beard, and long ponied hair, stood donning black formals and a metallic glasses that hid his handicap.

In front of him were cadets that had an obvious increase in numbers.

After the incident with the gate from a few days ago, more gates were explored, but this time only under the guidance of the Assistant Professor, Echo.

And as the word spread that under Prof. Mark's guidance, they earned a little over a 100 [PC]s in a day, while also learning lot more than what they learned in a whole year within the Academy,

The increase was to be expected.

But, not everyone was there for [PC]s, some were just there to fill their eyes with the charm of a beauty and a gentle beast.

"The topic for today is 'intent,' and on about how they affect your battles" Ken stated, gently.