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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_ · สมจริง
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[Guidance Battle].....?

In eerily silent hall, people numbering in hundreds were gazing down at a pitifully bloodied figure of man who was rendered unrecognizable with tens, if not hundreds of cuts marring his entire body which slumped unconscious on the ground which too was splattered with heavy sprays of blood.

Gazing down at that bloodied figure blankly was a beautiful silky black haired woman with similarly black, but jewel like eyes, she had soft yet indifferent facial features that seemed to be in a daze as she sheathed her sword and walked back to her seat unfazed while everybody around her couldn't help but gulp in fear…..

After all, the match did end in an instant.

Her opponent didn't even have a chance to retaliate against her since the match had basically ended as soon as she unsheathed her sword.

It….. it was supposed to be a guidance battle…..