[Your fundamental has been stated]
The mysterious voice entered his ears before a barrage of ablaze text appeared. His solemn expression remained as he slowly watched the blazing text embedded itself before him.
Heaving a sigh, weariness started to convulse itself within its eyes. His frown deepened as a new set of text pierced the air before him.
[Please now state the basics of your battle style]
'The basics...' Asher suddenly found himself overwhelmed. The chilly darkness remained to encompass his surroundings. Heaving a sigh, a contemplating expression suddenly appeared on his face.
'A chess board has six types of pieces. The King is the most important piece in chess. The Queen is the strongest piece in chess. After that comes the Rook, the Bishop, the knight, and a pawn, each with its own strength and importance levels balanced with the exception of the King.' He thought with the spitting image of a standard chess board surfacing in his mind.
Back when his parents were alive, he used to play chess with his father. So, although he wasn't a master or anything, he could be called somewhat decent. His eyes were calm and indifferent. An ocean-like hue started to engulf his blue eyes with a hint of shine in the corner.
'The Queen likewise has the most strength and is also the most important, with the King being the only piece that surpasses it. After that comes the Rook, The Bishop, The Knight, and finally, The pawn.' He halted his thoughts, realizing he wasn't breathing.
Heaving a deep sigh, he continued.
'Depending upon situations, each piece has their own corresponding strengths, as such their importance levels sky rocket. Sometimes a pawn is better than a queen, so is the same case with each piece.' He blinked and stared at the blazing crimson text in front of him that had illuminated his surroundings to some extent.
The darkness still circled him, but the floor beneath was revealed. It looked to be made of white concrete. A dull shiver suddenly went through his legs, indicating the temperature of the concrete floor that had some cracks in it.
Asher simply shrugged in response before continuing his contemplation.
'Now the question lies is whether I should use the 'strengths' they have or their 'importance' as the basics. Both of them just perfectly fit the criteria. Assuming if I chose the 'strengths', I would be able to decipher a stance to increase my 'strength' is a given area.' His eye suddenly fell to the ground, staring at it with the indifference remaining.
'However, If I chose the 'importance' as the basics. I can very well assume that my way of attacking or defence or whatever would not adapt based on to increase my 'strength'. But it would adapt on the basis of me using my opponent's weakness. Making me much more unpredictable in contrast to the other option.' He remained silent for a moment before finally nodding his head.
He was going to make the basics based on the importance of the pieces.
He heaved a sigh with a blink before gasping.
"The style of fighting should be based on the 'importance' of each piece. With each move, each step, the given individual incorporates and brings changes to the way he or she fights, using their opponent's weaknesses to adapt and defeat him. Just like a poison slowly killing a person."
His voice echoed through the silenced dimension. His breath was visible due to the harsh chills that were present everywhere, making his entire being shiver occasionally. Instantly, a spark engulfed his vision before becoming dim.
A crimson-hued text appeared, vastly different from how it appeared before. Previously, it had a tinge of flames blazing through it, but now, it had crimson steam slithering away.
A crimson hue fell on Asher's face. His indifferent eyes remained with no change; neither was any sort of surprise gripping him.
'I have gone through such events that make this look like an ant in front of them.' He mused to himself before finally reading the text.
[Your basics have been incorporated.]
Just as he read the text, its content suddenly shifted.
[Considering the line of thought you followed, a battle style shall be intertwined.]
[The Sweing is beginning. Consider waiting for a moment.]
Asher hurriedly read the constantly shifting texts; his eyes were darted in a rush, reading through the content before it shifted again. Just as he read the last text, the shifting stopped, which was somewhat expected.
'This energy or whatever won't be nonsensical. It talks like a human being with no emotion whatsoever. Well, if it showed emotions, that would be quite suspicious.' He concluded before heaving a sigh. He swept his arms behind his head before lying on the chilly floor. A dull ache suddenly resounded through him as he did that.
His expression distorted slightly; his face trembled for a fraction of a second.
'This place is much colder than I imagined.' He grimaced to himself before closing his eyes. Contemplating how he got here was the silliest thing he could do right now.
'After all, this entire incident is shrouded by mysteries. It's as if a veil was hiding its secrets from me. Either way, I should restore my strength. Crawling through an army sure is no joke.' He thought before closing his eyes. Soon, the sound of a low-pitched snoring echoed through the realm.
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[Your battle style has been created]
Asher's eyes snapped open as the voice entered his ears, waking him from his sleep. With a hint of grogginess, he lifted his head up before sitting with crossed legs in front of the crimson text.
Because he had just woken up, his eyes were slightly squinted. With an infectious yawn, he rubbed his eyes in order to clear his vision.
[Please name your battle style]
Asher read the text after he had rubbed his eyes. He yawned again as he held his head in his left hand.
'What should I name it?' He thought before a game came into his mind that he played with a shopkeeper once. The man had offered him free food should he win the match against him. He clearly remembered how they were at the end of the game and how he was totally losing.
However, one thing that Asher was good at chess was when the game was in its final stages. That was where his strategic gameplay was at its best. And through that, he won the game in the end.
A corner of his lips slightly rose just as he decided what to name his style.
"How about The Endgame Art." His voice once again echoed through the realm, devoid of any living being.
The content of the crimson text shifted once more, becoming a vague and blurry figure before becoming clear once again.
[Your battle style has been named]
[Your finesse in the art of endgame shall be intertwined with the battle style]
[Battle Form: The Endgame Art]
[Stances/Shifts: Queen, Rook, Bishop, Knight, Pawn]