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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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The anchor announced the match's start, and both of them closed the distance in between them but not by much since Alfred thrust his spear at her abdomen, and instead of blocking the attack, the woman jumped back to dodge it instead.

While Alfred took a step forward in response.

But, as the woman intended, the force behind the thrust had diminished by half, hence her sword would be able to parry while she moved in for a counter.

And her next course of actions indeed unfolded as she intended it to, but the next instance when Alfred kicked forward, towards her instead of jumping back, her planned series of attacks, counters, and manoeuvres were flushed down the drain, and

BAM-!

Alfred kneed at her abdomen while her flustered sword froze in confusion and, "Ghak!" With a grunt she kneeled onto the floor and noticed the spear aimed at her neck before she recovered.

"I lost" She mumbled under her breath and by the next moment, the match ended.