Every blade or sword master started by learning skills that belonged to others; however, that was not the path to the peak. By mastering the skills of others, one would eventually reach the top, but one would never be recognized as the greatest in the field. To be acknowledged as a great, one must develop their own technique. It was for this reason that Nobles had to forge Breaths and convert them into Glows before being allowed to ascend. It was for this reason the Sword God and Blade Lord received their names. They would have been considered mediocre if they hadn’t come up with their own techniques. The Blade Lord developed the Bloodied Blade Series while the Sword God developed many sword tomes of which he allowed Mane to borrow the Prideful Sword Series. They had always encouraged their pupil to develop his own sword or blade art. Or better still, a technique that could be used with any weapon at all, given that his weapon of choice – the choice fate had made for him of course – w
Bloodied Blade: Reaper’s DanceMane weaved through the attacks of the hornets with such exquisite movement that following his actions proved difficult even for the most discerning. His path was unpredictable and each of his strikes carried the power of a hundred mountains! With great ferocity he struck down a wasp that had been threatening to end his legend here, cleaving it cleanly into two halves!*Bang*Twisting himself away from the charge of another, he jumped into the air and called for the elements of his birth. Fire and lightning engulfed his blades and when he swung them downwards, pillars of destruction descended!*BOOM*With a massive roar Mane returned to the earth once again, swallowing the tongues of fire that had engulfed two dying wasps. Taking in a deep breath and drawing every sliver of Edict in the vicinity in the process, he swung Nightmare forward, cleaving another wasp into two equal halves!…“Incredible,” Shanxi muttered.In one word, he had accurately summed u
“You cannot keep this up forever,” Cronos reminded the boy that was doing his utmost best to overcome the huge mountain that had been placed before him.The task of going against a man who was akin to a god in his own domain was a tiring one, and even with Devour and fate on his side, the Supreme’s mental state was not at its best right now. While Light and Darkness had their own sentience and acted solely for Mane’s sake, meaning that he didn’t necessarily have to consciously control them at all times, it was still the power of his soul that they drew upon. The strain that this placed on him was great. He was mentally and emotionally drained.“I know, but I have no choice,” Mane muttered through clenched teeth as he pulled away from one wasp and into the path of another.His True Eyes flashed brightly as they deduced a viable path for him to follow. Light and Darkness swiftly intercept ed the path of the large insect, tearing through its wings with immense power and speed, causing th
“What power is this?” 1st asked as he helplessly watched his protégé soullessly reclaim his stand on the stage.He didn’t want Mane to lose. Of course, he didn’t; but he definitely didn’t want him to win this way either. That dark and sinister power that had engulfed the boy was the very same one that they had tried to fight against years ago. It was this very same power that they had rescued the boy from and had blamed Cronos for. After all, it smelled much like the Selfish Titan King; however, Cronos was here with them right now. Just like them, he was trapped within the young Supreme and unable to do anything but watch the young boy’s transformation. He had been freed of any accusation!“I think you know what power this is,” Cronos answered simply.He didn’t sound as worried as the 1st. On the contrary, he was not even worried. He was calm and composed and his voice was not fettered by the feelings of anxiety or fear.“No, it cannot be!” 1st screamed in denial.The other masters we
“Who are you? You aren’t the Supreme.” Professor Stern asked with furrowed brows.As he spoke his aura was raised to the maximum in preparation for war. It was clear that he was not naïve enough to think that this would end in a conversation. As for his question, he had every right to ask this. For he could easily tell that the person in front of him was merely wearing the Supreme’s husk but was not the Supreme himself.Mane watched the Professor silently without saying anything. His eyes were darker than an abyss, yet they weren’t glazed over. There was sentience reflected in them, yet the Supreme would pay the professor no heed. He watched the two professors silently and then lifted his hands. Light and Darkness shivered strongly next to him, unleashing auras several times stronger than before. Nightmare which Mane was wielding before was also allowed to float beside the Supreme. Even Professor Jackson was stunned to see it moving freely, for it was not a Soul Weapon like Light and
"Grab that bastard!" There was commotion in the market square as a hooded figure jumped over a table filled with apples and sprinted towards the exit of the market square. The shout came from one of the guards who immediately proceeded to chase the figure. The running figure was seemed calm and composed as he continued to run towards the exit that had been blockaded and was chock-full of guards. The guard who shouted for his arrest was the captain of the royal guards. An elite wielder with mastery over the earth element and with a strength 'glow'.Wielders were individuals who had awakened their bloodlines and had gained a certain amount of control over an element. The captain had awakened a rank nine bloodline, a superior rank bloodline. The bloodline he awakened was that of the dark lion, a legendary creature that caused earthquakes on a whim. The glow he inherited was a strengthening glow. A glow is an ability that is obtained upon awakening one's bloodline
Mane was currently on the second level of the school library. It had been a week since he was admitted. Classes were great and studies were fine. Since all the first years were mostly six year olds, the first three years of school was aimed at increasing their intelligence. Actual combat training and fieldwork would begin in their 4th year.Mane was reading a book on Basic Strategies for Beginners. However he was not alone. Two 6 year olds sat across Mane's table. These six year olds were Mane's roommates. They shared the same looks and were identical twins. They were talking about the hottest topic in the kingdom- the death of Baron Coal. "It's a surprise that the Baron was killed. I mean with his intelligence and protection from the king, how could this happen", one of the six year olds stated while brushing his brown hair away from his face.Mane looked at the boy who asked the question- John- as one would a dim-witted person.
Mane looked at the towering mountains before him and felt strangely at peace. He walked forward and sat upon a chair-shaped rock which oddly enough, was placed before the 5th mountain. He sat there for about 5 minutes listening to their whispers. He did not understand the language they spoke but he could make out some common words- Sam, hunter, gods, emperor, the eternal, asteroth and ushaki. He had no idea how he could understand those words so he reckoned that they wanted him to hear just that. Mane was a patient boy. He waited until the voices died down before he spoke. "I want to ask a question". For about 30 seconds there was no reply but Mane knew they heard and understood him so he did not speak out again. "Hehe, he wants to ask a question", spoke the voice from the 6th mountain. "Should we allow him", spoke the voice from the 9th mountain. "He should be allowed. For he is us and we are him", this time it was the voice from the 3rd mountain that spoke. Mane looked at the moun