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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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[AN: Viewer discretion advised] [I even thought of not writing it, but have written it unwillingly. You'll get an idea on what you're going to read a few paragraphs ahead, so you can skip a few lines and continue reading]

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A few moments ago.

In the [Fluffy Cat] Inn's room, a beautiful honey-brown haired young woman slept with a hood donned over her common cotton gown. Her long hair was a mess as she slept like a baby since it had been who knows how long since she actually slept, without being on guard against everything around her.

Waking up, she yawned as she stretched before she groggily stood up.

All it takes for her to recover from her gradually accumulated fatigue was a snap of her fingers, but as she believed that it was healthy to sleep whenever she had a chance to and not depend too much on mana, she had made sleeping into an habitual activity.