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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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Trap!

A golden blonde haired young man with his shirt blooded, walked into the hall bustling with activities, but his entrance still garnered him attention as he pushed open the already opened guild doors and entered as if he was the one who owned it.

He wasn't different nor was he unique since almost everybody there were marred in blood, the only difference between them and him was the air of Nobility around him.

Behind his back was an humongous war axe that was unbefitting of a nobleman who only used swords as their weapons and called swords to be the weapon above all else.

Edwin walked towards the reception, ignoring all the attention he was garnering and walked straight towards the shoulder length short, light blonde haired young woman with deep blue eyes that carried a strange glint in them.

With a business smile, "Yes? How can I help you?" She asked.

"Ah yes, I wanted to register as an adventurer." Edwin replied.