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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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At Brandyn's roar, Edwin merely smirked and punched at his chest in full force and watched as Brandyn flew towards the audience he kept entertained till now.

Cadets in face of Brandyn's wide back scooted to the sides to dodge him since they can't help him by themselves, it was then a shadow flashed out of nowhere and positioned itself right behind Brandyn, before the blurred shadowy figure jumped and kicked at that back of a man, who would have been seriously injured upon colliding against the angled stair seat.

BAM-!

Brandyn's neck snapped back when a painfully powerful kick landed on his back and before his senses recovered from that shock, he was back on the arena.

And, due to the shadowy figure's reasonable intrusion, with a touch of understanding, surprise spread across the arena as everyone around them turned to face in the direction of the shadowy figure.