He replies with a cold aloft smile, "I am A-rank shifter class war-torn. Where do you live, so I can drop you off?" I stare at him as he floats in the air. "I... I live with fang and dusk on the lowest mountain plateau." as he grabs me by the arms all I feel is a quick tug and flash and I blacked out from the speed and lack of oxygen. When I awake a few minutes later as he throws me into the snow by the cabin with a disgusted look on his face. "Don't let me catch you acting like you're strong, you pathetic D-rank trash…"
Fang ran outside, looking up in fear. He said "I hope my apprentice didn't disturb you, my liege, he only went to test himself and find some meat for me and my wife". The shifter throws the B-rank dragon onto the ground next to us with a condescending look on his face as he said "keep your runt at home instead of in a place like wyverns peak next time I won't save him.". And he departs after all my money I had earned in the last 3 months as compensation. All I feel is my blood boil and anger flows through my veins. I have never been so disrespected since the time of my rebirth. I swear my energy in my liberty gem I will kill that shifter before I die. As I swear on my liberty gem, lightning strikes my chest and knocks me down and burns a strange ruin into my heart next to Tritan's name. Fang carries me inside as dusk dresses my wounds from the high-speed flight and the tribulation vow, and they look at me with fearful eyes as my war-torn starts absorbing the feeling of hate and vengeance and the rune surfaces on my chest where the bolt hit.
Fang pulled me inside the shop after my injuries healed and I could move again. "Give me your sword and your hand" as I hand him my sword, he takes my hand and cuts it and drains a cup full of blood before closing the wound with a simple healing spell. Today is the day when I give you an advanced skill since all your money gone but it is forbidden magic that was passed down from dusk's father who was a lord's librarian before he got caught selling copies of the magic skills to the Hidden Dawn (a rebel group founded in about 500 A.E.). It's a movement attack move called despairs dance. It draws the energy from the surrounding shadows to make you and your blade move at multiple times in a split-second, dealing lots of damage in a second. But a sword forged with the blood of its user can only cast it, so it binds to your soul. It's a B-rank skill so you'll only be able to bring out a fraction of its power but it's all I can give you now because you have offended the lord of this area you'll have to win in the tournament if you want any chance of growing and getting the revenge rune off your chest and liberty jewel. It was on that day I gained 2 skills: basic healing and despair dance and it was now that my journey really began and I set out to find myself and get the power I lust for.
I forge my sword, cooling it in my blood and reforging it, condensing its essence slowly reforging the blade as its aura grows, the blade shrunk. After going all night long a bolt of lightning descended into the shop and struck the anvil 4 times, signifying that the heavens will grant me the power needed for my revenge but it will be a long and lonely road but luckily I have J.D. with me. When the strikes of lightning finish, descending there are four runes carved into the hilt, and they spelled the name of the weapon called: Rulers Bane a heaven blessed weapon that is forged if the blacksmith sacrifices a rank of their cultivation to increase the rank of the weapon and is approved by the heavens.