[The will of one]

The lights were magnificent, as the stage was set to transport you to a realm of wonder. Two individuals, two young emperors, a human and a hair, were about to open the curtain of the battle.

The hair acted like a devotee, uttering countless inaudible prayers, preparing his heart for the act that would define his future.

On the other hand, the young man who was Federick, was calm in his same pose; It was not refined nor did it inspire fear, but it naturally contained a fencing rhyme which not everyone could witness.

Only the experienced warrior, whose experiences were presumed like floods, capable of unraveling deep mysteries.

"Bad enough, old man; your champion is covered in domineering taoist rhymes, capable of elevating his insignificant identity to an upward direction, like a ladder of heaven." Amagatzu transmitted spiritual thoughts to whoever accompanied him at a tiny distance, being Infinitum.

"Natural, boy... Believe it or not, one day it belonged to the arrogant rows of my hairs on my right forearm. But act on a consistent level; extend a thousandth of your little daoist knowledge to your offspring." They were the words with which Infinitum responded, also through spiritual thoughts.

Neither of them smiled, nor uttered a word, and their eyes never made contact; but his last will regarding the battle that was going to take place had already been decided.

Thus, like small vines, strange symbols emerged from the sword of light that Federick held, which steadily climbed through his forearm, arm, and spread across his body like fine marks.

It was daoist knowledge, with the same nature as an inheritance, but Amagatzu did not need to take any action, just a thought of his was enough.

Deep knowledge, which forced the unprotected Federick to immerse himself in a subjugating illusion of himself.

A common effect, which afflicted countless cultivators, capable of exerting its dominance for seconds, minutes, hours, days or years...

It depended on the knowledge already obtained from the referred person, his understanding and his taoist heart, formulated or inexperienced.

Despite Federick's inexperience and ignorance, with a natural reaction, he extended his thoughts on the content that was addressing his head.

Countless swords whistled, carrying a vibrating resonance of unity, order and serenity. A noise capable of transferring the individual to a state of epiphany, or leading to the fragmentation of the taoist heart.

'This must be the work of the father... Such a spectacle, it is worthy of him.'

'But why do they whistle so much? Is my emotion welcome?' It was the spiritual thoughts that the young man spread in resonance to the illusory swords.

At this message, many of the swords trembled; constituting a tiny change, compared to the incredible number of swords.

'I'm glad for your reaction, but stop, exaggerated noise usually bothers people.' Accompanied by the thought, he moved his small, thin hand slightly, as if holding a neat handkerchief.

But upon his action, a will that suppressed where his intention would go, emerged. Expressed in a terrifying face, while bathed in purple energies, its air was ancient and oppressive.

The taoist appearance of the "invincible demon heart"!

They would be the words of any cultivator who was not illiterate...

Thus, Federick freed himself from the dominion that subjugated him for a few moments without consideration; Not even a minute had passed, but his will had already emerged through the illusions, constituting a splendid result if it were a test.

"Your way is wrong." He only prepared to say Amagatzu, without guidance or exaggeration.

"Unfortunately, the current path is that of battle." Federick responded, ignoring her words, while focusing on his tiny enemy.

Strange transformations had occurred in him, upon being in contact with daoist knowledge. They were not physical results, but internal ones.

The tao was mysterious, covered in an immovable veil, without even "saints" or emperors being able to reveal the wife's veil; From that point on, Federick could not dignify his changes in words.

But he was aware of them; but the greatest evidence was, as he had noticed, that in reality the lights that surrounded his opponent carried a taoist meaning.

It was at that moment that he focused, prepared to emerge into a new reality at any moment; that of battles...

As a magical result, the atmosphere became tense, due to the coalition of two palpable intentions in the air. Those referred to belonged to the hair that sang and the young man who tensed his muscles.

And as a natural act, without the need to utter words, or the presence of a reference, they launched into battle.

A multicolored light shone on the tip of the neat sword that Federick held.

In parallel, another illusory sword accompanied the hair, who advanced without fear before his gigantic opponent.

And with an exchange of edges, the first clash between the two took place; with a bright color, which would blind mortals.