Standing alone surrounded by hundreds of corpses a boy no older than 14. The boy looked unfazed by all the dead bodies lying around him. His black eyes were dull and lifeless and his messy long jet black hair hung over his face. In his hands were two black katana's drenched with blood dripping from the tips. He had an additional katana on his back.
The boy swung the two katana's to clean the blade of the blood and sheathed them on his waist. Walking through the bloodied land of corpses the boy was suddenly stopped by one of the bodies grabbing his leg. The shivering hand held the boy's leg tightly. The boy turned and looked down towards the man, His face is revealed to the half-dead man.
"K-Kuro the Calamity is such a young boy?!"
The man was surprised, no one would have thought that the merciless killer who reaps all enemy's lives on the battlefield would be a young kid who is not even 18 years old yet.
The man shivered as he looked into the young boy's dead eyes. He had never seen a kid with eyes like these.
"W-Why are you here.....where are your parents?"
The boy just stared like he was in a trans.
"Boy...you don't belong in a place like this". The man had forgotten all about his injured body due to the boy's face being revealed. The man had a son about the boy's age which made him really feel ashamed for trying to take this boy's life.
The boy stared expressionlessly at the man, then unsheathed one of his katana then opened his mouth and said in a low voice "I have no family"
The boy moved the katana so fast the man didn't even see it move, he just saw his vision turn black.
The boy then sat under a tree and cleaned his weapons. The boy, Kuro the Calamity, better known as Ken was reincarnated to this world 14 years ago. He had died tragically to a man who stabbed him more times than he could count and reincarnated to a world where strength and martial arts were mandatory to have. He had been born an orphan and was poor. In the orphanage, he was beaten by the bigger kids because he was nice. And even the adults who watched over them disciplined him because of his kindness. Then he was dragged into a Demonic Sect where the worst of the worst gathered. By the age of six, he had almost died more than 20 times.
Then when he reached 9 years old he took his first life. It was in self-defense from one of the bigger kids in the sect. By the time he reached 12, he was already out doing missions for the sect and made a name for himself earning multiple nicknames and titles. He had killed people, countless people and reached the inner circle of the sect. His only friend was his katana. He slept, ate, killed, and survived with his katanas. Over the years of killing, he developed a technique. His technique was unique compared others, he used three swords instead of one. Its only use was to kill so he couldn't use it in normal training. Instead, he trained this technique on the battlefield where he massacred hundreds alone. If his last life was perfect then this life was the total opposite.
The black cloth that he wore was a simple Japanese-style shirt with white bandage-like pants that wrapped everything down to his feet. As he sat under the tree it started to rain. The water cleansed the blood on the ground.
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{Unknown POV}
"My king all preparations are complete and we will be summoning the heroes soon. All of the court mages are ready, now we are just waiting for the Princess to arrive."
"Very well, my daughter will arrive shortly "
Moments later...
"Princess Evelyn has made her entrance!"
A beautiful girl who looks to be 16 years old made her entrance with elegance. She walked gracefully towards the throne next to her father and mother.
The knights bowed diligently "We are enamored to be in your presence your highness."
The princess nodded "You may begin the summoning, with my father's permission."
The King and Queen duo smiled gently towards their daughter who was as graceful as a rose. They were proud of how mature she was for her age.
The King looked back towards the knight and nodded "As my daughter said, you may begin the summoning."
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{Ken POV}
"Sigh" Time to head back to the sect, I have relaxed enough.
Flash!
Before he could even take a step a blue light with rune-like patterns was etched on it glowed luminously.
Ken turned his head away from the bright light and tried jumping high into the air but disappeared midway.
In his place was the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves in the tree...