After Spending Money, I Became A Sword Saint.
Raymond Dawson was a young man down on his luck. He had been spending the majority of his life bouncing from town to town, making a living in whichever way he could. One day, he wakes up to find himself in a different world. This world is very different from the one he had lived in for most of his life, here might is right; and might is something that Raymond doesn't have. That is, until he hears the voice of a system talking in his head. At this point, he is either crazy or on the path to greatness. Follow along as he embarks on a journey, with a goal he is still unsure of. A journey that will come to shake the very foundation of this new world he's found himself in.
Ambush.
The gentle sunlight broke through the canopies of the nearby trees, illuminating Raymond's beautiful sword as he practised. As he exhaled turbid air whilst he practised, a slight fog was created. Along with his strenuous motions, the fog dispersed back into nothingness. Whilst Raymond was focused on the feeling of the wind as it carried his sword forward, he suddenly sensed something.
With one hand behind his back, Raymond's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he slashed out with his sword. A slight mental ripple surged out from his body, as a cyan phantom materialised around his body. The sword crossed paths with a black shadow that had been rapidly approaching, blocking it in its path. A slight crunch could be heard as a broken arrow fell to the ground. When the arrow tip touched the ground, a slight sizzling sound could be heard as the grass quickly turned black and disintegrated.
"Who's there!"