Advent of the devil - part 6: Intent!

Two months after Ryuk entered solitude to train the sounds of explosions and destruction rang through, but the clanging of stone was also heard. Ryuk was bare chested in a small room lit by a blue flame. Ryuks movements were smooth and sharp each containing a deep understanding of the sword. Ryuk had touched upon the gate of sword intent, but there was still something missing. Ryuk swung heavily with his long Sword, and drew his short sword across his chest protecting himself. He then jumped back and spun himself and swiped with the longsword and pierced with the short sword. Then he drew back again and used the longsword as defence and sliced the air around himself fiercely causing loud whip like sounds to echo. Ryuk slipped on his sword and fell down facing the ceiling with ruffled breath he spoke angrily. "Why cant I use sword intent. I did everything the novels said needed to be done. My swords are akin to my body so whats missing?" Ryuk had been training orginally to master his style, but then about 2 weeks ago he felt something different as he trained something more vivid, something more. After some rudimentary observation and analysis he deduced it had to be sword intent. Ryuk took in a cold breath cooling off his heated body and ruffled his hair. "Intent? What do I do?! Ugh. Its supposed to be superior understanding of your weapon, but I cant seem to cross some invisible barrier." Ryuk exclaimed his frustration visibly on his face. Ryuk had been under the impression that the sword and him needed to be tuned to the same frequency acting as one entity, but even after reaching a state like that he still couldnt cross over into intent. Ryuk had wasted nearly two months on that approaching and to see no signs of success his mind was cluttered and unapproachable. Ryuk went into fetus state and blacked out.

Ryuk woke up in yet another unknown area. "What is this inception like state im in man! Im going to be stuck in this dream forever aren't I?" Complained with a miserable smirk on his face. He then looked around he saw nothing just miles and miles of brown earth. Ryuk took a deep breath and snorted and fell to the ground. Ryuk shook his head aggressively in a childish manner to try and throw away his sadness. He began contemplating about giving up on forming intent.

"You bastard! Who do you think you are?!" A rough and dirty bum screamed furiously waving his wine bottle left and right. Ryuk shocked jumped up and retreated away. He instinctively reached for his swords, but realized they were missing. He looked at the bum with a dead eye, but was soon suprised to see he recognized the bum. "You dirty mongrel. You dare to touch Lady Seba! Know your place! I Ghab son of Ran of the house of Seba shall slay you." A average looking youth wearing a clear white robe appeared and spoke loudly and proudly. "Hmph you think I wanted to touch that ugly hag with deflated tits? Furthermore you stupid child you dare sanction murder for simply groping? How preposterous." The old man although looking dirty and drunk argued firmly like a government official. "How! Dare! You! Speak about the great Hana Seba like that you bum! Simple groping know your place! None of these commoners can amount to the greatness of Lady Sebas blood." The fancy man spoke clenching his sword and drawing it. The man then twist the sword in an odd fashion it seemed unnecessary, but fancy. The brought out a wooden sword from his hip and twist it up neither fast nor slow. A force pushed out from the contact of the two weapons. The fancy mans hand was gone and his sword was shattered only a hilt left in the decapitated hand wiggling around for one last time on the ground. Ryuk looked at the man and was dumbfounded.

This situation had happend a long time ago when Ryuk was a child and was walking around the village. He saw this and always thought the man must have had an overwhelming cultivation base much like the rest of the village, but now Ryuk saw it again and he realized something profound. Intent isnt mastery or anything like that. Its your desire conveyed through your weapon. The man when he swung his sword had the feeling of a mountain sharply piecing the heavens and no matter how much lightning or heavy wind they sent down at him it wouldnt matter he would remain forever there piercing his way above. Ryuk seemed to realize something. "Wow. Intent is your definition of what a weapon is. That was surprisingly simple." Ryuk snorted. Ryuk closed his eyes and looked into himself. He thought about what he defined his sword as, but even definition he had was simple or superficial. Finally Ryuk began to think about the upcoming battle with the chimera and the battle with Daniel. His sword is his hope, his hope of another day alive, his hope of doing what he desires, his hope of severing everything that stands in his way. Within Ryuks soul the opaque silhouette of a sword appeared. It was murky and unimpressive, but it seemed to contain a solitude and determination inconceivable. Ryuk woke up back in the cave. His eyes seemed sharper and brighter his entire body in fact seemed more sharp and alone. Ryuk smiled and stood up. He performed a myriad of moves finally he felt tiredness in his soul and began to rest for his battle.