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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?

_Eshwar_ · 现实
分數不夠
284 Chs

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The event was pretty early in the morning hence stalls were allowed to be setup, though the food and essentials sold were free of cost since the academy had already paid for it, allowing the people and cadets to enjoy the event fully.

Since the day of blessings, everybody owning a status window came handy in times like these, after all, they could just store everything needed in their inventories and just take them out whenever the need called for.

On all sides of the island, lines of stalls facing the tournament grounds were seen, with such being the placings, nobody was all that hindered while enjoying the food and the event at the same time.

On one of the stalls selling sandwiches stood an handsome man with strangely heavy glasses hiding his eyes. Except for his blind charm that spot lighted him, he had blended in with the crowd quite easily.

He brought a sandwich and walked towards the tournament grounds in a relaxed gait.