After years of fighting and killing, the leaders of the two country finally signed a truce. The war has ended.
We can finally breathe.
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Watching the man lose his mind after his transformation, he lashed out at me as I struggled to block. I was sent flying outside the room and was sent back to the jail room full of other mutants.
Holding Flesh Eater with a firm grip, I looked at the scratch he left on my forearm. It was deep and large. Larger than the previous wind slashes.
Looking around, I rushed towards one of the cells as the mutated man also rushed at me.
Infusing Ki onto my legs, I kicked the ground as I climbed ontop of the cells, using it as a foothold and reached the second floor of the jail, which by the way had even more mutated monsters locked inside the cells.
Looking down at the mutated man from below, I winced in pain as I struggled to pull myself up on the railing because of the scratch wound.
But the mutated man was persistent. With a huge leap, he easily climbed on the second floor as we came face to face there.
Damn it.....
Not giving me time to think, the mutated man lashed out at me as I raised my sword to repel the attack. I was sent flying but that was good for me...
The mutant wolf once again lunged at me, but because it gave me the distance I needed. I smiled as I infused ki onto Flesh Eater and cut down the ground that he was standing on, since Flesh Eater was a high quality sword and I enhanced it with Ki, it easily cut through the ground that the mutsnt was standing on as he fell to the ground. Back to the first level.
Smiling, I looked down at it as I ran around in the second level, ignoring the howls of the mutated people around me and just thought of an idea to fight that monster.
How the fuck do I beat that when I am running out of strength? I can barely fight back because of the damages that I received...I can still keep up with the battle of stamina but not to the physical battle.
Then while I was running, just inches ahead of me....a wall was blasted off as the iron railing was also blasted off. I looked at the mutated man's direction and just couldn't help but smile stiffly. Damn it. He just fired off that weird ball of wind from earlier out of his mouth this time. And it was stronger.
Staring at the hole in the wall, I could see the skies darkening as I hurried to escape from the wolf. Wait...a hole in the wall? Sky? Outside?
Glancing at the wolf, I smiled as I performed the third technique of my family swordsmanship and cut down the wall— or so I thought.
Before I could cut down the wall, The wolf had already caught up with me as it powered its leg with the wind and propelled itself forward to catch me.
The moment it caught up to me, it then grabbed me by the collar of my robe and threw me to the first level. I wrapped my body with Ki as I crashed onto the ground and managed to lessen the damage. But it still left me with a concussion.
I tried to stand back up but I only stumbled and fell down again, so I used my sword as a support to get up and watched as the Wolf slowly approach me.
How can I defeat something like this? There is no way my sword will get through....
The mutated wolf once again opened its grotesaue maw as it prepared another of that ball of air attack...staring at that, I was reminded of something.
Ah yeah...that beautiful lady in my dream.
Struggling to form a pose, I gathered the ki in my body...willed it to wrap around my sword as I faced the monster charging an attack at me.
Holding Flesh Eater with my two hands, I started to move my feet like it was buried in the snow. I swayed my sword and imitated the image of the lady soaring high and was so gracious under the moon. Everything around me disappeared, as I only see the moon now....The Beautiful lady's amethyst eyes glanced at me and with a playful smile, she chuckled.
'You are still not prepared'
She mouthed as I soon then found myself back to reality, with every movement I could feel pain building up in my body but I gritted through it and continued dancing, The Wolf had already fired off its large ball of compressed wind and is now coming towards me.
Despite the pain and strain building up in my body from performing the dance, I leapt towards it and in a graceful motion, I swang my sword as a crescent strike was sent out from my blade. The strike was a reminiscent to the brightest moon on the first week of the month.
"[ Graceful Dance under the Moonlight ]"
As that strike was sent out from my blade, it flew in a spinning motion like it was a crescent moon slowly turning into a full moon. The blade soon then easily collided with the wolf's ball of compressed wind and cut through it as it was erased it and did not exist in the first place. The slash continued to fly until it reached the maw of the wolf and....hit the wolf in the face.
The wolf's face was perfectly intact when it met the strike...but after a second. Like it was minced meat, the wolf's face was cut down to dice as blood splattered everywhere.
After doing that sword style, I fell down from midair and rolled around to the ground. I heard the mutants in the cell growl but it was soon drowned out when I felt pain all over my body. Pain like I was being struck with multiple blades. I fought through my consciousness slipping in and out while gritting my teeth until finally it was gone.
Blood were already spilling out from my mouth because of that and I struggled to get my ki out. My body was paralyzed, and is currently on the ground and my gaze were up in the ceiling.
'It seems like the backlash of that technique was greater than I thought....'
I thought about the sword dance that I just performed. It was clearly high level, and the one that I just did probably did not measure a quarter to the original's. It seems like I still have a long way to go.
Thinking about how terrifying that strike was, I moved my gaze to the direction where the wolf was diced up. Since I cannot move even my head, I only had my eyes move.
The Wolf laid there in a pool of its own blood. I stared at it for a moment and grimaced.
'May you have a better life next time'
I silently prayed for that man and just laid on my back there. I hate to admit it but the man earned my respect, as much as how much of a piece of shit he was....He still cared for his loved ones. I respect that.
"Did you do this?"
Breaking me out of my reverie, a middle aged man with red hair looked down on me. He was standing just right close to me. His beard was styled in a goatee and based on his clothing...I could tell that he was a man of nobility.
With a solemn expression, the man did not give me time to answer as he picked me up on the ground by my neck. He raised me in the air as he pressed on my throat.
"You look familiar..."
I struggled to gasp for air while he was doing that. Then when he finally raised me in the air with my neck, I got a good look on his face. I recognized this guy....this was Count Jude Baifel! A well known royalist...and also a Blue ranked Spearmaster, Blessed by Pyro.
"But nevermind that, you will die today for messing with my workshop."
I gritted my teeth and struggled for air, Dsmn it now! Why can't I move! Fucking shit! I cannot even resist. I just gasped there while my neck was being strangled.
And what does he mean by workshop? Is he the higher up that Jenner was talking about? Then is he the one doing this inhuman experiments? Fuck! Move! The culprit is right infront of me!
But no matter how much I struggle, I cannot do it infront of this guy...I doubt I can do anything even if I am not paralyzed right now. My mind was slowly blacking out, eyes rolling to the back and life was about to leave me when...
—DING!
A sound of a metal being struck echoed and I fell down to the ground, I had my eyes closed as I coughed my lungs out with my face kissing the floor.
I moved my gaze close to me and saw...a severed fist on the ground with me. I moved my gaze up and saw blood spilling on the floor as I see Count Baifel's hand severed. Blood were spilling out from there.
"Ding ding ding! You are past your curfew!"
Together with the sound of something like a bell, I heard a familiar playful voice echo in this room. I moved my gaze to where it was, and at a distance away from me and Count Baifel, I see my master hitting the iron bars of the cells with his stick sword.
"Your dearest Master will be taking you home!"
He uttered with a playful smile.