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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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A New Chapter

The crowd of cadets immediately turned silent.

According to what they had just learned, if their intents were read, their moments would be useless since they would be guarded against anyway.

Mumbles contradicting their own prowess began to ripple over them, but before their contradicting beliefs deepened,

"Alright, here!" Ken called out, garnering their attention on himself, snapping them out of their trance.

"Here is where 'Martial Arts' come into play! But, first, what is martial arts?" Ken asked and many raised their hands, since they had been taught what it was on classes specified for Martial Arts.

But, Ken randomly selected a young woman from the crowd, to hear the answer.

"Martial arts is essentially a path to train both your body and mind!" She said.

"Correct!" He said, beckoning her to sit back down while he continued on with his words.