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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_ · Realista
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276 Chs

Wait

Rushing towards the flashy young man, Riley confidently gripped his sword. Nothing about the young man was being pictured in his mind except for that flashy armour and weapon.

"Hm? Aye, who are you, peasant!?" Asked the 'flashy armour,' arrogantly.

"Your father!" Replied Riley and slashed at him, diagonally (right-left).

BANG-!

The slash connected, but the armour was far stronger than what he had expected it to be, hence it held out with the impact forming a dent on it.

Maybe in fear, but the flashy armour didn't react much and only quivered while Riley jumped back to readjust and tighten the loosened grip over his sword which was still vibrating from the impact, and "Tsk" he clicked his tongue before once again rushing forward towards the walking armour and this time, a trembling sword was seen pointing at him a he rushed forward.