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Sword Bound

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Mark's world shattered as he witnessed his parents' murder. Adding to his trauma, the murderer of his parents took him in to make him a weapon like his dad. Being weak, he did not resist. His father's dying words ached in his heart: "My son, do whatever you want... You don't owe them anything." Mark struggles through the world, his goal to end the source of strength for this world,sword bonding.
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Chapter 1 - chapter 1: sOn of god slayer

Somewhere in north America.

"are you going to pick up the sword or not?!" A 6'3 man with a white shirt, black trousers and black shoes shouted.

His anger was directed towards a average height teenage boy, with short black hair. The boy was kneeling on the ground, in front of him lied a katana.

"It's a katana, and no I won't pick that up" the boy said, in a calm tone.

The man kicked the boy a few meters away.

"You've chosen death like your foolish father" the man said as he walked to the katana.

When he picked up the katana it turned into a long sword his size, the sword had a unique pattern on the red edges. The handle became red and was designed like a dragon.

The teenager got up and knelt down again. He didn't look scared or even bothered.

"Dying like your father you're a waste" the man walked closer to the boy.

"You are an ugly old man, am only kneeling here cause am in your territory. Am outmatched, and yes it's better to die like my father rather than serving your family" he said then looked upto the man.

The man reached and teenager and lifted the sword up ready to slash the boy.

"And I have worth to you... No my blood does, I can agree to marry your granddaughter but that's only after I kill" the teenager didn't finish talking when he felt the sword connecting to his neck. But before it would get dipper into his neck he stopped.

"You're right, I want you to marry my grandchild so she could give birth to an heir, what you don't know is that I have more ways than one to make you accept or make you my slave" the man said and then pulled back the sword and dropped it. As soon as the sword left his hand it turned back into a katana.

"That's what we call sas and yeah, I've had a blast talking to you, it's about time I leave" he got up and turned around.

"Who told you to leave Mark?" The man asked his voice sounding very aggressive.

They were both facing different sides. Mark began walking away.

"I told myself, and I have no reason to stay here your so called territory, am leaving to Landon." When he took another step forward two ninjas appeared in front of him with daggers in hand.

"So no leaving this continent?" Mark stopped, then said.

"I'll have my revenge for this and you know it" mark said in anger.

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[ United States Portland... Oregona Academy ]

"So they kell your dad, your mom and now they want you to cooperate with them. That's just messed up" A grey haired teenage boy said while in a fighting stance.

They were standing inside what seemed like a battle field. Mark was also in a fighting stance, he was the grey haired boys opponent.

"Are you here to fight? Damn you talk too much" mark rushed forward and kicked the grey haired guy to the ground.

"Bro at least hold back, you're just as strong as your dad" the white haired teen said in pain.

"Oh you're just weak, my dad was a billion times stronger than me don't compare us" mark said and began to walk out of the hall.

When he was about to step out he bumped into a girl, she had the same top mark and the grey haired boy had, she was wearing a black black skirt with a single white stripe in the hip.

"You're not leaving until you fight me" the girl said and walked passed him and stood waiting for mark. The grey haired guy went to a bench and sat down to observe.

"Okay then" mark walked and stood in front of the girl.

The next minute the hall had been filled by other students, who would miss the fight of the most powerful beauty in school verses the son of the legendary Akin, the God slayer.

"I thought this was going to be private" mark said feeling uncomfortable.

"Are you going to bell or not" she pulled out a handle from her back which turned into a pure white snow sword. It's handle had her name on it.

The Spectators shouted feeling excited, they got the chance to see the sword of the beauty.

"Let's bet" mark suggested. as he moved his right leg in front and made a v shape with his legs.

"Why the hell are you delaying the fight?"

"Are you scared"

"He must be scared "

"Bitch where not here

She ignored the voice of the crowf and looked at Mark annoyed, why was he delaying there fight?

"What?" She asked.

"When you lose your become my girlfriend" he said shamelessly with a smile on his face.

"What the hell! That's the fighting beauty you're talking about"

"Your little short ass doesn't deserve her, you don't even deserve to fight her"

"Fuck you!"

The crowd was angry and kept firing insults at Mark but everyone went quiet after hearing what the fighting beauty had to say.

"I accept" she stopped for a bit then continued

"If you lose, you'll do everything anyone in here says" she said and everyone present were very excited. She didn't even take him to be a threat, his father's achievements where not his.

The crowd where stell talking.

"Deal" as soon as mark said that the fighting beauty immediately rushed towards him at an intense speed. She swung her sword at Mark like a professional swordsman, mark side stepped and Dodged the sword. But she followed up with with consecutive swings at him, he dodged all of them. The Spectators were wowed by the speed of the fight. They didn't see anything just blight flashes the beauties sword left behind.

Mark kicked the fighting beauty away, she was pushed back a few meters.

"Are you seeing this? did he just kick the fighting princess away?" the talking among the people watching began, the son of god slayer verses the fighting beauty.

"Let's get serious" fighting beauty said in a serious tone as she held her sword with two hands.

"Let's" mark's shirt had been cut by multiple strikes from fighting beauty. He moved into the orthodox stance And clenched his fists.