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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?

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'Summoning' [Bonus Chapter]

However,

If the situation would have gotten brought under control so easily, what need would there be for the situation to be named a 'World Event'?

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The older generation rushed forth at the creature; each of them ranking in Rank-A(-), but the further most, at the vanguard was ranked A+; he was a proud man—who was a [Rank-A] adventurer, who ventured out with his team to cull the ever growing number of monsters and beasts in the forests, a few kilometres away from the capital—with a flaw of his own.

The flaw being his impotency.

Thus incapable of giving his wife the only thing she yearned for—except for wanting him to return home, back to her, in piece.

Maybe it was because he couldn't have his own that he adored the younger generation, perceiving them as his own for however they were, and whoever they were; which was actually greatly difficult when Nobles were brought into the picture.