" So now let the slaughter begin...!! " The noble person announced.....
[ Hestia perspective ]
As he drew his crystal sword, the threat surrounding them disappeared, as if each one of them had entered the atmosphere of the battle. While everyone waited for the start of their collision, they both were just standing there staring intensely at each other, none of them moved their feet even a single step, only the noble was holding the sword in both hands, breathing very deeply to muster the strength to start the attack, suddenly took one step Which made someone whisper "finally….", At the same moment the noble stopped and clenched his hands on his sword while his brown eyes studied the surroundings of Osiris. This situation prevailed for half an hour until Inej broke the silence in a bewildered tone, "Doesn't Osiris want to fight? Why didn't he take the initiative?"
Inej was the kind of impatient person despite his strength, he was reckless, I sighed as I turned towards him and replied in a low tone "It started since he drew his sword out, it's just that they both are aware of the fact that any simple mistake will lead them to their deaths... His eyes were rolling from left to right all the time, the fight started but it was a study of each other's powers all the time."
The moment I explained the situation to him, they disappeared out of our sight leaving a simple wind blow behind them, and then reappeared near each other, the nobleman quickly waved his sword towards Osiris' neck, saying: "The Devil's Play, Chapter One: nobility and sophistication".
Immediately after his words, his yet colourless sword glowed red indicated that the blade was burning inwardly and yearning for slaughter, the gentleman added at the same time, "You have to blame your luck, but I am charged with a mission from the organizer so I will have to hurry to end your unworthy life and search for that thing...". In a moment of anticipation, I unconsciously jumped between them to cut off the head of the enemy while he relaxed his defence, but when both of them looked at me with a look of inferiority while their eyes went down toward while their heads remained high, I understood at that moment that what I had done wasn't a win, but was my progress towards my doom, My vision lost its clarity when I felt the terrifying feeling of death approaching, until Osiris put his hands about centimetres from my body, saying: "The Nebula's Style, defensive form: Incubator," then formed a transparent barrier from the outside, but prevented me from seeing well from the inside then looked at me with a sigh.
I won't blame him, after all my stupidity didn't help me recognize how strong is the person standing in front of him. As His face turned he pulled its scabbard from behind his lower back. Osiris always liked to place the sword horizontally under his back, saying that he felt safe with his sword the more he kept it out of his hands, maybe despite his serious look and dangerous self he was a softhearted person.
I don't know if it was because of the incubator or because of their proximity, but everything started to move slowly, until the noble's sword met with the goose scabbard of Osiris, which formed An energetic wave swept the air and the people around them, a few of it scattered around and affected the brains of those who were closest to them and knocked them down, while most of it scattered in the sky, making the air white for a short time. The gloomy incubator Osiris made around me supported almost all the clash between them, letting pass just some partial radiation leaked inside, and then in the moment of inhaling that air inside the sphere, my sense of time and place dissipated, and my body seemed to lose the sense of itself. Feelings of fear and dread interfered with me. Many questions flew into my mind. Who are these? How can there be such strong persons? Did I think I would be of use to him?? While my brain was floundering trying to solve all these problems، rivers of blood leaked through my nose and mouth, while some of my eyes and ears spurted out, causing me to bend on my knees trying to relieve the headache that gradually evaporated my consciousness until it led to my collapse at the voice of the noble whose tone described the extent of his pity towards me, saying, "What a disappointment. Your protector only fell from this subtle wind...."
[ Nobleman perspective ]
What a disappointment I thought this slave was strong enough since she jumped to protect him during our fight, it turns out she's weaker than my shoes, but what is this person?? Doesn't he realize what he just accomplished? An ordinary man stood in the face of my legendary sword only with his worn blade sheathed, besides, I don't know why his martial aura was non-existent, what was leaking out of him was only a pure desire for destruction. Normally no matter how much a person refines his soul to perfection, no one has reached the stage of suppressing his martial aura, it naturally leaks out during the directness of a fight no matter what. The nature of a person can be determined by the flow of his aura and its colour, according to what the sergeants say.
All the foundations on which I was raised have been tampered with by this stranger. See who it is?? What is its ratio??? Haha, that is impossible. I should not be humble and contemplate the offspring of this poor mouse... I am Griffin, the son of the widow of blood, Sassenach, who ruled so cruelly among the nobles when my father was on his deathbed. I shouldn't admit to being mean no matter how surprised I am at his facilities. I went too far in contemplating and thinking and opposing his personality, but I looked at him on this battlefield while surrounded by the corpses of the weak who had fallen as a result of the last collision, my gaze rose from the bottom of his feet towards his eyes slowly and slowly, and then at the moment our eyes met I lost myself. Those arrogant looks as if nothing was worth a grain of sand in front of him. The cold looks from those eyes as red as blood made me reconsider, ascertaining whether I was noble in front of this fine creature, even his black robe sparkling under the moonlight gave him an overwhelming lustre. As I turned my eyes left and right, I noticed a speck of blood to the left of his left eyebrow, the colour looked unnaturally dark as if he had been hit by a poisoned blade. I subconsciously smiled with a satisfied smile that I could correct this problem and forget about it completely. Then I asked him: "Is your mother a nobles prostitute?". When I had a wide grin on my face, I glanced at his pained expression, as if something painful overwhelmed his thought. It was an unfortunate expression for me since he was the one who had attracted my attention, his lips began to tremble as It expressed his psychological complex, while his eyes were relatively dark through his eyemask, making me recall how heavy the word I said on his heart. His weakness seemed to me like a kick to amputate the head of an unfashionable being like him, so I took my physical combat position, then pressed my feet so that I could reduce the distance between us in the blink of an eye while I strengthened them with my 'Acceleration' ability, then shouted: "Enlightenment style, second position: the hook." to give some sec before I murder him, then vanished and reappeared under his neck. I quickly put my right hand on the surface to support my attack, while I raised my left leg in a semi-circular direction towards his throat intending to make his death quick as an expression of my respect. When I hinted that he had lost the will to fight, I formed a pressure force with my right hand to speed up my attack to head towards my true target. Suddenly I caught sight of his lips moving in a strange pattern as if he was saying something, as I proceeded to attack and focus to hear his words, some of his martial aurae blew out around him causing me to fly away in the air while until I hit a randomised tree " what a pain... can't he just perish??" I shouted then felt some his aura enveloped me. Her feeling was cold and gloomy, and strangely, she was heavy and suffocating, which made me wonder about her colour, so I focused my eyes on the part of her that enveloped me to catch a glimpse of a colour I had never seen before, "Black!!" I screamed as I tried to fire my own to get rid of this suffocating casing but I couldn't. This unpleasant thing enveloped my body and sent an intrusion into my pores to prevent any internal flow from coming out.
" I'm going to make for sure you'll suffer for what u just spit out!!!" he declared openly while stepping gradually toward me then he disappeared from my visual field, which made me turn my eyes in a circular motion in my forested surroundings, which was strangely illuminating in search of him, but without any result. Surprisingly, I felt a strong tremor that grew from the bottom of my thigh to the top of my chest, causing me to lower my eyes, causing them to meet with his curved body like a wild beast clenching its grip on its prey and then slowly moving its mouth, saying: "The Nebula's Style, offensive form:" sprouting star.", After hearing his words and concentrating on his fist that is filled with his dark aura, everything around me began to slow down, from the roar of the wind to the swaying of the leaves as well as his fist slowly moving towards my liver. It was then that I understood that I was beginning to reach it "perfection stage" which my father spoke about on his deathbed saying: "A person is born with many blessings, however, he keeps searching for what he does not possess until he becomes preoccupied with the pursuit of perfection…" Then he added: "This is what a person strives for all his life!!… The first gate to perfection is the slowness of life in the human eye."
I couldn't help but smile with happiness. The highest desire which even the royal guards could not reach, only by fighting this farmer I opened one of the doors to it, perhaps when I return to the palace the monarch may honour me by approving me as one of his sons. Huh, but why is everything white here? Where is that fragile dude, this endless white expanse terrifies me, "Maybe this is an absolute illusion? Perhaps I am blinded by the pressure of perfection on the human body?" I said as my hands gradually began to tremble, unexpectedly I felt a thunderous explosion on my left side which made me fall to my knees in terror, perhaps I should give up perfection. That must have been what my mother meant when she told me I would never get to her. All my internal organs positioned on my left side became visible to the naked eye, while it moved, my heart was filled with dread. This terrifying feeling of groaning continued to increase until my consciousness began to dissipate and I was about to fall out of the blue. Suddenly I opened my eyes to a quiet voice repeating, "Healing method: God's blessing." It was the commoner that led me to this farce. Then he said, "It seems that the horror of death has eaten you up?" "Ab..a..p... Get away from me, I would have almost reached perfection if it wasn't for your intervention." I cried in a trembling voice as a result of that psychological shock. Hit me with thousands of horses' hooves, he added, as his expression intensified further: "Perfection? Do you realize what you have praised? There is no perfection... the closer you get to it, the farther away from you.. the more you keep walking and continue towards it, it will fly away from you... until you reach that great crevice."
"The Great Fissure?" I asked as I tried to catch my breath.
"Or perhaps it can be formulated as the absolute boundaries of the human self...weakness, death, diseases, disability. This is what describes the unique being of humans. Now, do you think that something as vulnerable as this can achieve epitome...?" He answered me as he walked away from me in this vast forest, and directly added in a serious tone " for now drew your sword out, as I said you'll regret what said. still, I don't want to adopt the shame of murdering a defenceless man".
His words indicated that despite the colour of his aura, his personality was noble, perhaps a black aura signifying nobility like the prince's white aura. Although my wound had healed, my first attempt to get up was unsuccessful, perhaps from the death anxiety, I felt for a moment. Nevertheless, I managed to stand incompletely on my second attempt, then pulled out both of my blades as I tried to correct my stance, but this time I made sure not to underestimate him.
I remember when my father was lying in bed breathing his last in that luxurious room in the king's palace, a silk bed decorated with some of the stones of the cave of dragons, a ceiling carved with drawings summarizing the content of the battles of salvation, my father started saying something I can't remember, putting his fingers on my forehead, as if casting some kind of spell on me. Suddenly his words began to become thinner and lower in tone, then his eyes whitened little by little until the colour passed out from them. I was too young to realize what had happened, but I quickly understood the content when I turned to see the face of my mother and my relatives turning white from fear while tears streamed from their eyes, making their cheeks Red as a flower in the prime of spring. I knew then that my father had passed .away, some say it is a terminal disease and some say it is a fatal wound while all I was thinking about was how weak creatures called humans are?? What is the purpose of giving birth to creatures with a short life span?? Can such beings call themselves the rulers of this wide world?? Then suddenly nine shadows appeared behind me? The first thing they did was hold up the two words that my father had, and then they looked at me at the same time, which made me realize that they were just dolls. Someone carried me from in front of everyone while one of them pulled out one of the two swords. One of them uttered the "Dimensional Void" in a faltering voice, then passed his sword in the air, creating an opening in the space of the room. That opening formed a window overlooking the throne room, which was only entered by kings, royal guards, and a few elect, while I was terrified as I thought about the reason for my invitation to that place, I turned to my mother and was surprised by her expression of joy instead of one of anxiety and awe, as if she had seen the scene from before and learn the results.
After that, everything happened in a hurry. I was forced to take an oath I did not know its meaning in front of the royal advisor, and then I was awarded the two swords by His Highness, everything happened quickly. All I remember is that I underwent rigorous training with the immediate line of kings, to be honoured after 10 with the title of Junior Royal Guard, and now I face the threat of dying young as a result of my disdain toward this common man. Even if I die now, what will the prince look upon me, a person who could not fulfil what I entrusted him, a child who is nothing like his father, useless, worthless, without an elegant, noble past because of lineage...All I have to do now is erase him. If I can't, I must render him impotent for the rest of his life. Someone like him might threaten peace between the present nations.
Thoughts scattered in my head as we both got into positions ready to end this fateful saga, the strange thing was though I was serious, he seemed like a mountain that nothing would ever budge.
I began walking towards it slowly, accordingly I sped my movement to reduce the distance between us to a few millimetres, then I called out to my first sword saying: Damioles swords style, the second form: The abyss, the directed the sword toward his vital organs, aiming between his guts and chest, this attack was glowing by a red aura because it contained the power of a myth blade imbued with a sphinx spirit, which was enough to make him hesitate for a moment, then directed his hand towards the blade trying to capture it, which built a group of question marks in my head, after all during all my journey I met a group of arrogant people, but none of them tries to grab a mythical weapon in the wake of provoking, however, the fact that he thought about that possibility scared me for a bit which made me pull off that attack, yet it was a bit late so he ababsolutetely reached the blade which made me panic for a moment then let go the swor an jumpe some steps away in order to protect my self from any of his danerous close attacks, regardless something suprising hapened, at the moment of his contact with my blade his full right arm vanished as if it didnt exist, then my weapon flew rapidly toward my hands. At the instant of contact, I heard a voice spinning in my head saying loudly: " Be proud, humble being, I have chosen you as my master. A noble being like me chooses only the pure as his aces, we do not have infinite time so I will teach you what you will need in this battle of the mode, but beware you are facing a living disaster. primary what I will show you is fusion, spirit-infused swords have a secret style called the robe, humans by nature can only endure this technique for a few seconds during his first trial, remember what you will witness now is just a fraction of my huge power...".
the voice was loud enough to obfuscate my vision still it wasn't scary, as if I heard this before, however all I can say now is that he acknowledges me for something, "still, this damn bastard didn't recall the fact that he didn't tell me how to activate it....." I thought In my inner self, suddenly a huge headache disturbed my thoughts, then an enormous amount of Damioles blade information filled up my head, I lost consciousness for a sec then spit out with a sincere experience: " Damioles swords style, secret method: fusion robe " then a huge amount of colourful energy blow out disturbing the peace in the huge jungle, started to cover all my body starting from feet to head.....