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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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Singularity: I

Amidst of the clouds that bore that heavily empty wave of soul numbing roar, stood a strikingly charming man in his mid twenties; for he was Marken, or rather Ken.

An soothing aftereffects of his enlightenment calmed him down; seemingly, forcibly.

The essence of swordsmanship, broken down till its very core lingered within his—ethereal sword held, grip, as an understanding that he had long realised yet was merely re-reminded of struck him like a lightning bolt, for the swordsmanship's essence was; a slash, and a stab.

Nothing more,

Nothing less.

?, what the-? Another enlightenment? Isn't this quite wasteful to make Ken more stronger? .....I should probably- yeah, let's not give him another power up, I don't think my readers will stick around if I just foolishly make him stronger and not use anything when I should... and if I continue to make him strong, I'll probably not be able to write blood boiling fights that actually make my mc cool.....