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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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After screaming on top of her lungs for a few seconds until her throat didn't allow her to do so anymore, she zoomed out of the arena, crying, and disappeared from the training hall, without any warning.

Before, she brought back people from the Medical Unit to heal or give him a potion for his injuries, though not even the Unit had expected to see so much blood and the figure in question to just stand there calmly as if nothing worth mentioning had happened.

They scolded him for a minute or two before they poured a small potion over his left forearm that had been turned into a bloody mess as if it had been busted from within thanks to a [Tier-3] black magician's spell [Flesh Explosion].

After potioning the injury, they bandaged it saying that it'll hurt for a few days more and it should, to teach Ken, who stood calmly in a daze, a lesson of being careful with his actions in the future.