"Yin!! You're 10 now! That means you can finally begin cultivating! You no longer have to practice only the sword all day, I'm so happy for you!" An old man could be seen with a large smile speaking to a young kid. This old man was Yin's Grandpa.
"Cultivation? Why should I care about that! Swords are much better." The young kid replied with a grin
"What do you mean?! Its the only way for you to grow stronger! Do you not want strength!" This ancient looking man was shocked and at a loss for words.
'How could this grandson of mine not want to cultivate.. wait. Is he a cripple? Oh my god." The old man thought solemnly
"I understand Yin. Don't worry, Grandpa will protect you. You can continue learning the sword, I will also gift you this sword of mine. It is known as the World Ender." The old man said as he handed a large sword that was dark black and exuded an aura of malevolence. This sword looked as if it was ripped straight from hell.
The kid was excited and shocked that his grandpa understood that he only liked swordsmanship. He was extremely appreciative for this gift that will no doubt change his life.
Yin's grandpa looked at Yin in the eyes and thought carefully before saying
"You can only use this sword when you turn 16. It's for your own safety.. I love you Yin." He said with caring eyes full of love.
The boy started to tear up and replied with "I love you too.. always grandpa."
The two then left for their separate areas. His grandpa went to the Heaven Defying Cultivation room. This was a room that greatly increased ones cultivation when meditating. He was close to breaking through and had decided to go into closed door cultivation in this room, for he was a Sect Leader.
Yin went to the training grounds and practiced the sword over and over. He didn't aim for mastery of the basics, he aimed for turning the basics into a master skill. Yin as well was not a cripple, he just had no interest in cultivation!
After a few days had passed naturally everyone knew that the Sect Leader's grandson was a cripple! They all slowly started to hate and disrespect Yin more and more.
Yin never cared for their words, but he was slowly starting to hate the sect as well. He didn't care for contributing he only cared for the sword now. He had to live up to the sword his grandfather had given to him!
One day while Yin was practicing the basics of the sword once more a few of the sect members came up to him.
"Hey Yin, I heard you're a trash! From now on you will be my servant!" An ugly kid yelled out, he was known as an exceptional talent in the sect.
"Trash? You obviously haven't seen my sword-" Yin was cut off by the kid saying
"Sword sword sword. That's all you ever think about, what is your sword in the face of my cultivation?! Bow down and I might forgive you.."
In response Yin had tried to reach for his wooden practice sword but the kid had already appeared in front of him.
"Don't blame me for your stubbornness!" The yelled out as he punched Yin's abdomen with all his might!
Yin coughed out blood and was left unconscious. The kids were all smiling as they stole everything Yin had on him.
A day later Yin awoke in the training ground with nothing, he vowed for vengeance against the kids.