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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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Underestimated

Sounds of rain, lightning, and thunder sounded, together with sparks and dull metallic sounds that rang beneath the broken roof of the Royal Palace before a figure was shot out into the sky through the hole in the roof as a loud explosion beneath, blasted him away while the casted spell's violet coloured light lit the dark skies for a split second.

The figure blasted up into the skies was none other than Ken, who had malnourished body with tens of deep and fresh scars that oozed blood which made him like a Sage who had stepped into the battlefield.

His surroundings had minute star-like sparkles thanks to light bouncing off of the mana threads he manipulated while more than 50 pure-black coloured mana-made swords floated around him;

Flitting at an eerie rhythm of death, that contained sounds of swords cutting through winds, raindrops, and even light itself; while his swords; [The Deep End] and [Face] were in his left and right hands, respectively.