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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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Third Disciple

A charming young man strode in an hallway that led him to a closed room at the end of it. With a blindfold and a sword, Ken casually strode, his mind processed and solidified things he planned for the future that was, unfortunately, not in his hands.

'Had I known things would be this way, I would have focused on the game's story mode at least for the sake of it…..probably' He thought, not really convinced at his own thoughts.

He then wondered over why he was thinking so much about things that have already happened, that was a bit too unlike him.

"is this another effect of [Superlative Emotions]?" Ken mused.

After walking away from the crowd, Ken asked Ela to retreat back to the room or join the 'Weapon Arts' class, which he was skipping.