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NAARA: Blind Sword (English)

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Love, peace, happiness, warmth. What's all that? He had forgotten all those feelings or maybe, he never really felt them. I don't know ... he hesitated but it was clear to him that life had stopped when he was eight years old. * "Useless child, why don't you just die!" "I am very unlucky to have a child like you. It would have been better if you had never been born!" Yes. Those were just a few of the curses his father always uttered. If only before being born, he was asked by God whether he wanted to be born or not then he would never want to. If he could choose where he wanted to be born, he wouldn't choose his parents. Will never. pop pop pop! The man kept hitting and kicking him even when his body was bleeding, he didn't care. Even if he fainted, dying or died, he wouldn't care either. Even the man would be very happy because the child he had considered trash for so long was gone. What wrong have I done? After being ruthlessly tortured, he would curl up crying under the bed. His body hurts but his heart hurts more. Why? Why? Why?!!! He wanted to scream, scream as loud as he could. If only his mother came and hugged him maybe the pain would be less but forget it. The woman didn't even want to touch him. Even though she did not participate in the torture, the woman was always cold and indifferent. "Naara...." A hand reached out to him. "Brother...." He raised his head and saw someone smiling warmly and looking at him lovingly. The only person he had was Isura, his older brother. Isura pulled him out of the darkness and hugged him. To him, Isura's embrace was heaven. Where he can feel calm, peaceful and forget the pain. Despite the way their parents treat them otherwise, they still love each other. To him Isura was everything but once again fate was unfair. One night the incident happened, an incident in which he lost everything. "Na-Naara... promise me that you will live ..." Isura died shortly after receiving their father's deadly attack aimed at him. "Y-brother... sob... sob...." Since that night, he had become an empty and very empty person. There was nothing left in his heart but a strong ambition to take revenge against his father. Then... will he succeed? Will he stay on the path of revenge even though the author has sent a girl who will bring him out of the darkness and fill his heart with feelings he once forgot? Does he still want to immerse himself in empty darkness even though the author has sent people who consider him a friend and appreciate his existence? Who knows. No one knows even the author himself. So let's leave it all to the universe.
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Chapter 1 - Prolog

   When are humans injured?

   Was it when the arrow stuck in the flesh?  Was it when the whip broke the skin?  Or when the sword pierces the body?

   Not.

But humans are hurt when loved ones break hearts.

   *

   In the midst of a violent storm, the fifty feet tall monster rampaged its way and attempted to destroy the layered seal that locked it in a cage-shaped blue light.

   Its roar echoed across the island and slid across the surrounding snow mountains.  Every time he tried to break through the rows of bars, he would get hurt before finally getting back up.

   Its large white eyes stared hatefully at an old man who stood several meters at his feet.  The man's body was enveloped in a light similar to a barrage of iron bars, the man's left eye was closed and seeping blood flowed down  his face

   "Controling or controled, the choice is yours."  Slowly the man clasped his hands together, making the white eyes that saw him widen.

   The monster quickly displayed a panic which made it try again to get out but in vain.

   "Calm down, Seimon!"  said the man with long, snow-white hair for a moment before his hands were clenched into perfect fists.  I don't know what he was doing, suddenly the monster in front of him shrank with his cage.  As it shrank, the monster continued to stare at his hatred until his form turned into a red-haired young man whose body was covered in wounds.  For a few seconds he was enveloped in the blue light of the cage, seen up close forming an abstract pattern that slowly faded and disappeared with the storm.

   "My work is done."

   Ukhuk!

   The white haired man vomited a lot of blood and fainted, the blue light that had been covering him all this time had disappeared.  "I ... ahk!"  Once again he vomited a lot of blood.

   After a few seconds of silence, he started to stand up and saw the young man lying unconscious several meters in front of him.  With the remaining strength he started walking and zigzagging towards the young man.

   His shadow hit the youth's face as he stood near him.  "Naara ...." He returned to his knees as he took out a red capsule and placed it in the mouth of the young man he called Naara.  "I can only help you get here, after my death you will live as a fugitive. If only you could forget your revenge ambition against your father, this would not happen but forget it. One day you will know that I love you a lot. Naara, you are  ... " He fell on his head.  "My favorit ... student ...."  His eyes were closed and he died smiling.  The wind blew the snow slowly and tightly closed the story that happened today and will come back after the appointed time arrives.