Chapter 1. 7 Blessed blades
Long ago, there was once a God. The God of Greed. The God witnessed multiple selfish, evil, and malevolent acts that 6 other Gods have done. The God of Greed tried stopping the other Gods by collecting abilities to attack them but they attacked first… Wounded and defeated, The God of Greed retreated in a cave and commanded his followers to craft him a weapon. They came back with a Katana.
The God picked up the blade to examine it. The blade gleamed white at the edge, fading into a deep black near the spine, as though light and shadow coexist within its steel. Between them, the faintest shimmer of red and green rippled along the hamon, a living flame caught in frozen glass.
The guard was a dragon wrought in gold and shadow, its coils forming a perfect circle, jaws locked upon its own tail. Emerald scales gleamed faintly where the torchlight struck, and in the hollows of its glimmered two points of ruby fire. The handle beneath the gods hand was silk — white and smooth over black rayskin, cool as moonlight on stone. When the sword was unsheathed, the air around the God let out a low hum, like a whispered chant.
The God smiled.
God: "You have done a wonderful job my followers. As a reward, I shall bestow you and your descendants a mark that grants inhuman strength when you truly understand me."
The blacksmith who made the blade looked at his arm as a black mark that looks like vines from a rose formed on it.
God: "I shall seal myself into this blade, since my heart will no longer beat in a few hours. Give the blade to your chosen warrior and I shall speak through them."
The followers bowed to the God and as they lowered their heads, they heard the sword drop. As they looked up, they saw God gone.
The blacksmith picked up the blade and said "This is a Blessed Blade. Its name shall be 'The Blade of Consumption' We shall guard it with our lives, since our God sealed himself in here."
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A girl walks through a snowy forest. She walks down a snowy hill, her white hair tied back in a loose knot that sways with each step, a few strands brushing against her sharp, striking face. A high-collared black coat hugs her lean frame, the quilted lining barely visible beneath the sleek leather accents along her shoulders and cuffs. The coat flares slightly at mid-thigh, brushing the tops of her knee-high boots as they crunch through the snow. Underneath, a dark turtleneck clings to her like a second skin, and slim, insulated pants mold perfectly to her legs, reinforced at the knees for both movement and protection. Her gloves are black leather, fully covering her hands but leaving the hint of her dexterity intact. A dark scarf wraps loosely around her neck, trailing slightly in the wind, while a subtle half-cape drapes over one shoulder, fluttering behind her like a shadow. Every detail—leather straps, reinforced boots, tactical belts—speaks of someone prepared for anything, yet it's her face that lingers in the mind: a blend of icy beauty and quiet menace. In the winter dusk, she moves like a ghost through the snow, both elegant and dangerous, impossible to ignore. With the sword on her hip, clanking against a few rocks that are exposed from the snow. The guard on the sword is a golden dragon that coils into a perfect circle, with its jaws biting its own tail..
The girl shivers with snot dripping down her nose. She rubs her hands together, desperately trying to warm herself up. Her mouth chitters as she walks.
Girl: "ACHOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I..I Ha..Hate th..this al..already.."
She looks at her sword with a disappointed look
Girl: "Aren't you gonna say something Keelios? Complain how I'm not grateful for having a chance to-"
Keelios: "You know, Rika, you sound pretty ungrateful for having this chance to leave the north a year early~."
Rika furrows her eyebrows in annoyance. She groans, and mutters to herself and she kicks some snow almost like a child who didn't get their way. She looks down and sees some town lights. She softens her eyes to a look of… Envy.
Rika: "This town is the closest to the clan's village. There should be heavy security to make sure any Hishoka clan members like me don't leave the mountain."
Rika continues down the hill, with her coat swaying in the wind behind her.
Rika puts binoculars against her eyes, watching the town sharply. The town was surrounded by large wooden stakes to block off any wolves, bears, raiders.. and demons. Rika clicks her tongue in annoyance
Rika: "Tch.. Looks like we have to head around to the front entrance or one of the sides to get into the village. There's probably gonna be some guards in the front to check why we're here. This village is a stop for travelers and merchants, right? They wouldn't want any smugglers trying to sell things from the black market."
Keelios: "Yeah… Ooh! How about we hop the fence?"
Rika: "No way. We'd draw too much attention. We'll go through one of the less busy entrances."
Keelios sighs in disappointment, wondering if she thought this through.
Keelios: "What if they check for your mark?"
Rika looks at her left arm, with a melancholic look. Rika deeply sighs before looking at one of the side entrances
Rika: "I'll figure something out."
Rika walks up to one of the side entrances, with her hood covering her face. A guard with a spear in his hand stomps it down into the snow and says with a serious face,
Guard: "Halt. I need to ask you a few questions before you enter."
Rika stops in her place and lifts up her hood. Her cheeks and nose were slightly red due to the weather. She slightly moves her coat to cover her Katana.
Guard: "What is your reason for being here?"
Rika scratches her head and sighs in annoyance, trying to think of a reason. She rubs her hands together and blows into them to warm herself up with her breath becoming visible due to the cold.
Rika: "I'm just passing by. I need a place to stay tonight. Do you have any space open?"
The guard looks her up and down and notices the blades outline from beneath her coat.
Guard: "We do. I notice you have a blade. We don't usually allow them in unless you have a good reason."
Rika slightly clicks her tongue in annoyance. She hoped he wouldn't see it. Or at least not ask about it. She lifts her coat up and says,
Rika: "I do have a blade. It's for self defense and it's also a family heirloom."
Guard: "Then it's fine. Now, I have one final thing to check…"
The guard looks at her left arm. Rika notices and slightly moves her right hand to her katana. The guard grabs her left arm. Rika's eyes slightly go wide in shock and worry…
Guard: "I just have to make sure you're not one of those demons."
Rika's eye twitches in anger, worry, and fear. She hears a faint whisper in her ear..
Keelios: "Kill him."
Without a second thought, Rika immediately grabs her sword and decapitates the guard in one swift move of her blade. The guards body stands still for a moment before his head falls off. Rika sheathes her blade and looks at the bloodied snow with a disgusted look on her face.
Rika: "Great. Now I gotta deal with the body.."
Rika kneels down and touches the head and body of the guard. The body slowly starts to levitate off the ground before flying into the sky. Rika looks up at it floating away before turning to the bloodied snow and lazily shuffles it with her feet to hide it
Keelios: "Despite having a lame ability like being able to change the weight of yourself and others, you put it to good use."
Rika covers her blade and face again with her coat and walks past the gate and into the town.
Rika: "It's what I got. I have to put it to full use because somebody only allows me to use my katana's abilities when faced against a strong opponent."
Keelios: "Hmmmmmm. I wonder who that someone is~"
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Rika walks around the town, looking for someone…
Rika's footsteps crunch with snow every time she walks. She looks around and sees families walking around with smiles on their faces, merchants trying to sell their goods, torches that light up the snowy streets that give off a warm feeling, and buildings and houses stacked side by side. Rika looks down at her feet with a disappointed face. This town is nothing like her home in the mountains…
There's happiness and no fighting. Rika turns her gaze to a kid eating a corn on the cob. There's food that doesn't need to be rationed. Rika looks at her left arm with a pitiful gaze. All of this will soon be destroyed by her…
Rika continues walking around the town when a child carrying a book suddenly bumps into her. The child falls down, dropping the book from her hands. The child rubs her head
Kid: "Ow.. Ow.."
Rika kneels down and picks up the book. She looks at the child with an awkward face.
Rika: "Here you go.."
Rika hands the child her book. The child looks up at her and notices her clothing, her hair, and sword. The child looks at her with eyes filled with awe and the child thinks to themself,
Child: ("She's so cool..!!!!!!")
Rika looks around, trying to avoid the child's eyes, almost as if she doesn't know how to interact with children. Rika scratches her head nervously.
Rika: "Kid, I heard that one of the 7 blessed blade users lives here. Is it true?"
The kid nods excitedly, almost as if she wanted Rika to ask her something. The kid gets up, dusts off her dress, and with an happy grin on her face, she says,
Child: "Yeah! But, he's not here right now, he is clearing the snowy path and on patrol in the forest. He should be back in a few minutes! Are you a fan of Tenka?"
Rika: "So his name is Tenka…"
Rika nods and looks at the front entrance, being cautious of when he will appear. Rika turns back to the child and says,
Rika: "Yeah. I'm something of a fan."
The kid's eyes light up even more, almost as if she has two suns for pupils. The kid grabs Rika's hands
Child: "Then me and you are in the same boat! My name is Hana! What's yours?"
Rika: "I'm Rika.."
Hana chuckles in a cocky way and says with a smug look on her face while scratching her nose,
Hana: "Hehehe… You know, I'm actually pretty close with Tenka. I could introduce you to him if ya want. Hehe…"
Rika leans down a little bit, with a look of surprise on her face.
Rika: "Really?"
A foot stops right besides the bloodied snow Rika poorly tried to hide. Somebody kneels down, and examines the snow. They get back up and slowly walk past the gate with two sai blades at his thigh clinking together as he walks. The twin sai bore the hue of tempered dusk — steel so dark it seemed to drink the firelight, yet at the edges, a thin breath of silver glowed like a promise. Along each tine, veins of pale blue and ember-red shimmered faintly, chasing one another as if lightning had been trapped within the metal. The yoku curved inward with quiet menace, their polished faces catching stray glints like eyes in the dark. Between them, the shaft was a whisper of stormlight, etched faintly with runes that only revealed themselves when the blade caught breath and motion. The handle was wrapped in black leather, tight as a vow, its surface patterned with a spiral weave that shifted under touch — never the same twice. At each pommel, a single ring of brushed steel framed a core of onyx, deep enough to lose a secret in. No gold. No jewels. Only the quiet arrogance of craft so precise it needed no adornment — beauty forged in restraint, purpose clothed in shadow….
Rika sits on a bench with Hana waiting for Tenka to arrive. Hana said to wait there for him since that's their usual meet up spot. Hana continues to talk Rika's ear off while Rika carefully examines the crowd to see anyone suspicious.
Rika sees nothing but children playing with a soccer ball, a couple sharing some food together, and a drunkard getting kicked out of a tavern. Rika lets out a big yawn but when she opens her eyes she sees someone walking towards her and Hana.
Rika uncrosses her legs and puts her hand on her sword. The man gets closer and closer to them until Hana finally notices him.
Hana: "Tenka!"
She gets up and runs towards him, embracing his leg in a giant bear hug. Rika looks at Tenka and sees him smiling and giving Hana a soft hug back. He wears a layered tunic of dark gray fabric, its cross-wrap hidden beneath a long, heavy coat lined with quilted padding. The coat hangs just past his knees, the wide sleeves gathered neatly at the wrists with thin bindings to keep in warmth. A thick, muted scarf wraps around his neck and shoulders, its edges slightly torn from long use, while a simple black mask rests over the lower half of his face.Loose, insulated trousers fall into sturdy, weathered boots, their leather darkened by travel and cold. A narrow sash secures the layers at his waist, with a few cords and pouches hanging quietly at his side. The outfit carries no ornament, no shine—only the calm, utilitarian grace of someone built to endure the season, not stand out in it. And with the two sai blades clanking together at his thigh..
Keelios: "Not yeeeet~ not yeeeeeet~ Now."
Without missing a second, Rika draws her katana in one swift move. She dashes forward towards Tenka, aiming for his neck and a quick victory.
However, in a moment, Tenka draws his Sai blade and catches Rika's sword in between the blade's handle. Rika's eyes widened from shock. Most people wouldn't have been able to react to that. Rika smirks and thinks to herself while Tenka and her stare each other down,
Rika: ("Who am I kidding? This guy is not some average joe, he's a blessed blade wielder..")
Rika jumps back and with an emotionless face. She's examining. This is her first real fight. Not some old man training her in a run down dojo. Tenka turns to Hana who has an extremely confused expression. After all, the person she was just talking to tried to kill her friend.
Tenka: "Hana, run home and tell your parents that an intruder has invaded the village…"
Hana's brain lags behind for a second, trying to process this information. Tenka puts his hand on her shoulder and shakes her, trying to get her to realize this situation
Tenka: "There is no time to waste, Hana. Hurry!"
Hana finally realizes that she is in danger and runs away from Tenka and Rika. She runs through the snow, leaving footprints behind her.
Multiple people surround Tenka and Rika. Confused about what's going on. Rika grips her sword tightly with a slightly annoyed on her face. Tenka takes out his other Sai blade and raises them, ready for any attack that Rika might bring.
Person 1: "What's happening…?"
Person 2: "Tenka-kun! What's going on!?
Tenka looks around, noticing how many people there are surrounding them. A sweat drop rolls down his face. Tenka gulps nervously. Of course there's been conflicts and fights that he's been in but not to this caliber. He's never seen an opponent with such speed…
Her stance, the way she grips her sword, her sheer aura makes him have chills to his core.
Tenka: "Everyone! There is an intruder! Run away and call the guards!"
Person 3: "An intruder?"
Person 4: "Let's go sweetie… Tenka will take care of them quickly but we better get to safety!"
Person 5: "Take care of em' fast, okay, Tenka!?"
Rika looks around, noticing how much trust the people of the town have in Tenka. Rika looks around in surprise as the crowd starts to disperse.
Rika: "Seems like you've got a cult following, huh?"
Tenka: "Shut up. Who are you and why did you attack me?"
Rika rests her katana on her shoulder, trying to think of something to tell him.
Keelios: "Why not tell him? I mean- does it matter anyways?"
Rika: "To kill you."
Tenka: "This girl…"
Tenka grips his blades tightly. Ready to attack her at any given moment. He won't allow her to sneak attack him again.
Tenka: "Ready yourself…"
Rika scoffs at his words. How could he be so stupid?
Rika: "Don't say when you're about to attack, dumbass."
Rika dashes towards Tenka and slams her sword down towards him. Dust and debris kicks up making a small cloud of dirt. Once it clears up, Rika sees that Tenka blocked her attack with his blades. Rika slightly gasped due to how easily he blocked her attack.
Tenka knocks Rika's arm away with his blade and jabs her left side with the tip of his other blade. Rika stumbles back, holding her side in pain. Tenka puts his blades up to deflect her incoming attack.
Tenka: "Surrender. You are going up against someone who is using one of The 7 Blessed Blades. You have no chance of winning."
Rika smirks with blood leaking from her smile. She points her sword at Tenka and says with an unbelievable amount of confidence
Rika: "What makes you think you're the only one with one of them here?"
Tenka's eyes go wide. There's no way one of them came down from the mountain. And she declares that she is wielding a blessed blade as well? It's too unlikely…
Tenka grabs his head in annoyance as if he got a headache midfight.
Tenka: "I hear you.. no need to shout.."
Rika looks at him with a bit of a confused face before realizing who he is talking to. She chuckles before pointing at her head and saying,
Rika: "Yours talks to you as well?"
Tenka looks at her sword in shock. How did she know that?
Rika: "Mine is a bit of an oddball and annoying as hell. Is yours like that too? Is he fuming just by the thought of seeing me?"
Tenka: "…Shut your mouth."
Rika: "Looks like I struck a nerve. I bet he just told you to kill me, huh?"
Before Tenka could even process what to do, Rika sent a small pebble flying towards him. Tenka immediately and instinctively deflected the pebble away. Rika immediately takes this chance and slams her leg down on Tenka's shoulder and kicks him into the wooden wall surrounding the town.
Rika looks at the pebble with a surprised face, almost as if she wasn't expecting that to work.
Rika: "Your info was spot on."
Keelios: "Told ya~!"
Rika: "Fine."
Tenka slowly gets up from the wall, glaring daggers at Rika. Rika notices him and turns towards him with a cocky face.
Rika: "Are you gonna stand there all day or what?"
Tenka gets up slowly and starts walking towards her slowly. Tenka thinks to himself carefully,
Tenka: "She said that the info was spot on.. Assuming that she's not lying about having a blessed blade, it must be him… I'll have to be careful from now on."
Tenka: "You look awfully young. You must be 16 or 17 years old. Am I correct? It's not too late for you to change the way you are. Please trust me. If you comply I will try to guarantee your safety. Even if you are an Hishoka clan member."
Rika: "Enough talking."
Rika and Tenka dash at each other. Rika continues to try to land one slash of her sword but Tenka keeps dodging or blocking her attacks. Sparks fly from the metals clashing together. Loud clanks and such echo throughout the town.
Tenka: "Why isn't she using the blade's abilities or hers..?"
Rika continues to try to land blows on Tenka but she doesn't even seem to be sweating.
Tenka keeps getting pushed back with every attack Rika makes. Even though none of them are landing, it's very tiring to keep up with her. It's almost unimaginable for someone so young to have so much battle experience engraved into her.
Tenka grabs her sword in between his blade handle and flips his left blade around and punches Rika away.
Rika stumbles back, with blood dripping down her nose. She wipes away the blood, with slight annoyance on her face. Rika kneels down and picks up multiple small rocks.
Tenka: "…"
Keelios: "Why don't you test him? Should be good practice."
Rika puts the rocks in her pocket, she flips her blade around into a reverse grip, and to the blunt side of her sword.
Rika: "You can deflect any attack that comes at you no matter what but there's a 1 second delay for each attack."
Tenka: "..How did you-"
Rika taps her sword on the snow, taunting Tenka.
Rika: "You and I both know that answer."
Tenka: "..That still doesn't change the outcome of this battle."
Rika: "Yeah, you're right."
Both Rika and Tenka get into their fighting stances, ready to attack each other at any moment. They both say with a look of determination on their faces,
Rika: "Because I will win."
Tenka: "I shall win this battle!"
They both immediately pounce at each other, deflecting each other's blades, and kicking up snow to blind the other. Rika's sheer bloodlust and determination would freeze anyone who would try to help Tenka.
The clash of metal sent sparks flying over the market square. Tenka's twin sais struck like shutters; Rika's katana sang back, slicing the snow into glittering shards. The crowd only saw flashes and heard aftershocks.
Rika lunged, a spiraling slash aimed at his throat. Tenka met it with the flat of a sai and an elbow, shoving her back. Step, shift, pivot—her blade changed angles mid-motion. He twisted, slinging her into a barrel; splinters sprayed like bullets. She recovered instantly, breath ragged, and countered with a strike meant to break bone. Their blades sang against each other. Snow clung to lashes, eyes locked in icy focus.
A heel hooked a boot, balance shivering. Tenka anchored his sai in the snow and drove the butt into her ribs. Blood glossed her fingers. Grain spilled from a toppled cart; children froze in fear. A flicked pebble forced his guard, and in that instant she elbowed his sternum, driving him into the fence. Wood cracked, splinters flew.
He staggered, then rose with relentless discipline. Sais arced, metal screamed against her blade, echoing through the streets. Shops emptied; villagers ran for cover. They moved as predators: she probed, he parried, small adjustments fraying endurance. Torches flickered on falling ice; snow sprayed as Tenka rolled under a spinning strike, his palm cracking her ribs. She spat blood into the snow and spun to counter, leaving crescents where her blade met ice and wood.
Rika pressed, feeding pebbles, snow, shadow steps—testing the rhythm Tenka's blade whispered. He adjusted, stalling and parrying to buy time for the townspeople. She didn't fight for attrition; she aimed to break his anchor to the town. Hooking a foot, twisting, she drove a downward strike toward his ribs. Blades scraped; snow exploded. Tenka drove a sai into her side. She stumbled, but countered with a brutal sweep across his chest and a backhand to the cheekbone.
Rika: ("Your greed is to save these people, to make sure they're safe. But… What's mine?"
They froze for a heartbeat. Inches apart, breaths fogging, human heartbeat brushing against edge. Townsfolk watch in fear and worry. How could this happen..?
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An image of a woman and a child walking through a hallway flash in Rika's mind. The woman with long white hair smiles at her child with a warm face. Her child, with short white hair looks up to her and smiles innocently.
Rika: ("No- it's more like I forgot what my true greed is… but that's fine. My new greed is…")
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As Tenka stumbled back from getting backhanded, he noticed that Rika's arm was glowing in a rose-like vine pattern. Her pupils glowed a bright violet. She tosses her sword in the air and jumps into the sky. She shot up, becoming weightless, and grabbing her sword in mid air. Her silhouette covered the shining moon, making it the only thing Tenka can see. Snow paused mid-fall; the town held its breath. Tenka sagged beneath her, color draining from his face.
Rika increased her weight, falling even faster. Tenka's eyes widen in realization but it is far too late for him to do anything. She lands on top of him, piercing his heart with the blade. She lets the blade settle, chest heaving. The fight had ended, leaving only aftermath: trembling villagers, scattered merchants, snow falling in steady flakes.
Keelios: "Ah- So you've awakened your mark… You know what true greed feels like now."
Rika: "My greed is… Fulfilling my gods will. I'll be his perfect instrument…"
Rika gets up from Tenka's body. Her mark slowly stops glowing so brightly. She cleans the blade off of her blade before staring him down.
Rika: "You fought well, I suppose."
Tenka slowly starts to lose the life in his eyes when a memory flashes through his mind.
A man chops wood in the snowy cold. He smiles seeing a small kid walking towards him. The man puts down his axe and picks up the kid. He stares at the child with the most proudest expression on his face.
Man: "Tenka, my son. One day, I want you to protect this town. Learn kindness. Learn compassion. Learn how to be this town's hero."
The man puts Tenka and takes out the same pair of Sai blades tenka has from his bag. He shows them to Tenka with a proud look on his face.
Man: "One day, you will be the hero of this village. Taking my place. "
Rika walks over to Tenka's blade and chops it in half with her sword.
She sheathes her blade and pulls down her sleeve to hide her mark and starts to leave.
Sword: "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Rika stops in her tracks.
Rika: "…?"
She turns around and sees footprints in the snow leading outside the village, and people peaking out from their windows in shock.
Sword: "We can't let the other clans know that one of us left the mountain with a blessed blade."
Rika sighs. She looks down at her hands wondering how much bleed she will shed so that her god can be happy.
She unsheathes her blade before heading towards the village gate.
5 people sit around a fancy table in a luxurious room. The aura is unbelievably freighting. One groans in annoyance while another taps the table with anxiety.
The room fell silent the moment the doors slid open. Two figures stepped inside. Two girls walk in the room. The freighting aura is instantly crushed with theirs. These two are the ones that should be feared.
Person 1: "…Thank god.."
One of the people look at the girl on the right and mutters her name with relief,
Person 2: "Zona.."
The girl on the right stands tall and immaculate, her posture so precise it feels sculpted from discipline itself. Her short, jet-black hair frames a sharp, handsome face that could be mistaken for a knight's portrait — beautiful yet commanding.
Her amber eyes gleam with quiet superiority, a steady flame that judges, not mocks. She wears a tailored black-and-white uniform reminiscent of ceremonial armor: a fitted coat with silver trim and high collar, layered over light steel plating that's polished to a mirror sheen. A single white cape drapes from her left shoulder — not for show, but as a symbol of her unwavering pride.
Every strap, every buckle is perfectly adjusted. Even when standing still, she radiates the kind of confidence that makes others instinctively stand straighter. Her movements are sharp, deliberate, and purposeful.
Someone else at the table looks at the other girl with a bit of worry in their eyes.
The girl on the left is chaos wrapped in beauty. Her long, wild hair spilled down her back in streaks of crimson and gold, the colors shifting like flame whenever she moved.
She slouched slightly, hands tucked into the loose folds of her layered clothes — baggy pants tucked into scorched boots, belts hanging loosely, and a sleeveless jacket torn at the edges.
Every thread of her outfit looked like it had survived a dozen explosions, and maybe it had.
She grinned lazily, eyes half-lidded, her entire body humming with restless energy, like a match ready to ignite. The faint smell of smoke clung to her — not unpleasant, but dangerous, like the memory of a fire.
Person 1: "You two understand that this mustn't get out, correct?"
Zona smirks confidently as if she felt as if he was doubting her skills. She points at herself with an ego so big it can fill up the room.
Zona: "I understand perfectly. However… I fear it's this one that you just worry about."
Zona points at the girl next to her. The girl next to her scratches her head, completely unbothered about what Zona has to say about her.
Person 2: "Fiora, make it quick and not loud please.."
Fiora's eyes widened in shock. She's been told not to do the one thing she's good at. Fiora pouts angrily
Fiora: "Eh!? So you telling me to not make explosions?!"
Person 1: "No, we're just saying don't go yapping about it to strangers you meet at the pub."
Fiora: "Pft! As if! I take my job very seriously, you know? So, who's our target?"
Person 1 puts a drawn description of Rika on the table and says with a serious face.
Person 1: "This is who. She's taken out the village that was guarding the mountain to make sure no demons come down. She's one of them. She killed everyone there but she missed a few. That's how we got this information. She's killed a blessed blade user. Knowing this information, do you still wanna partake in this?"
Fiora and Zona's eyes light up. Both for their own reasons.
Zona: "So she's taken out a blessed blade wielder.. If I defeat her that means I'm as powerful as one! Yes! Yes! That's it! I shall partake! Once I defeat her, I shall be remembered as the one who not only killed one of the demons who was stronger than a blessed blade wielder but also got revenge for all the innocent people who sadly and tragically lost their lives."
Fiora: "Screw that! Our battle will be to die for! I can only imagine what it'll be like!"
Zona and Fiora both smirk confidently, ready to take on this threat and both say together, "I'm in!".
Greed. God. Blade.
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author comment: Don't know how to start this.. hi? this is my first ever story I've published and I'm a bit nervous. I hope you all enjoyed GGB. I had a lot of fun writing it a d I hope you had fun reading it. This was originally planned to be a one shot story but I can't help but feel like I need to post more. So, if I get enough support I might post another chapter (Similar to this one but with some fixes, altered stuff, and more) But please keep in mind that I do have school and other stuff going on in my life so if I do decide to start publishing more about this, it might be monthly. Thank you very much. Goodbye