Training is hectic

Red was sweating buckets by now and his body was riddled with bruises on his whole body. He has tried to win over the flying sword but to no avail.

He suddenly recalled his appearance in this dimension.

Red stared at the floating sword with curiosity, but it never moved an inch, nor fell over from it's position, like it was suspended in space or something.

He shrugged and stepped forward, attempting to grab the sword and get the hell out of here, when the sword flashed threateningly and moved sideward slowly.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at the sword for a mind-wrecking second, when the sword slashed at him, leaving a crescent shimmer in it's wake, which was quickly rushing at him.

He jumped away from the slice's trajectory, but was hit by two inferior copies of it by his thighs. He rubbed his thighs with tears, but had to roll off again because eight other slashes were heading towards him like a homing missile.

He jumped and rolled, eventually getting the 4 to hit each other, leaving only 4 left. He prayed for luck to save him, but was met with the sword almost cutting his head off.

He bent backwards and 10 slashes took opportunity and hit his stomach. He spat blood and tears flowed freely from his eyes as the pain sent his whole body quivering.

But maybe this was the price of a Heaven-Grade Sword Technique, so he tried to endure. Key word being tried. He was relentlessly chased by the slashes and had to jump, roll, dodge, spin, synonyms, to avoid being hit.

He shook his head as he stared at the menacing sword that was floating 15 feet from him. He noticed that no matter how far he runs, the sword always follows and strikes him, so Red stopped thinking about running and tried to dodge and learn his own shortcomings the hard way.

He steeled his resolve and tried remembering the motion the sword follows when it summons the technique. First, he inhaled deeply, just to encourage himself.

He straightened his palms and fingers, with a slow exhale, he smoothly traced an invisible line through the air. He envisioned a calm water surface slowly being riddled with ripples, and slowly, the ripples tear through the water's edges. He tried to will the leaking ripples to follow the path he traced with his hands.

A small spark flashed and dashed towards the sword. When Red opened his eyes, he saw 4 lines of light heading into different directions in front of him. He turned and saw exactly 10 slices and felt ecstatic, because even though they sized by a fingernail, they were progress.

He suddenly had an epiphany like he was some written character or something, which was what he kept on thinking in this space.

'Am I really a fictional character now? How many fans am I gathering by now? Am I famous by now? Shouldn't my actions have caused atleast a ripple through my reader's calm hearts?'

He shook away these thoughts as he tried dodging the sword's attacks once more, but retaliating every three moves or so, or whenever he distances himself quite far from the sword itself.

After a year in that space, Red has completely forgot the circumstances of his other body, that was because he was too engrossed in manipulating his own small sparks.

He could now summon 10 crescent shaped slices no bigger than 2 meters. But the best or worst thing is that he can only manipulate 2 centimeters of the skill or he would vomit blood for 30 minutes while trying not to get hit and spit more blood.

He stood straight and made the puppet slices hit the sword, which now had a small cut, all thanks to his hard work. The sword retaliated by slicing two times and manipulating 20 slices at the same time.

Red gulped and smiled wryly. 'I can't control shit at that scale! Give me some mercy, won't you?!' He sighed and continued his now fluid dodging movement.

He stood on one foot, while the other one was raised at the air, like a gymnast. He spun on his toe and avoided two slashes that passed through his legs, barely, and jumped on the same toe. While mid-air, he kicked his second foot hard to another direction, causing him to flip and gain higher altitude somehow.

After dodging three slices, he straightened his palms and sliced at the air, forming 10 small sparks of light. He condensed these slashes towards the tips of his fingers and made them become solid. After the light formed and became a solid space at the tips of his fingers, he pushed his body with force and did what gamers would call, a double-jump.

With that move, he escaped the attacks of 5 slashes. He exhaled and closed his eyes mid-air. He didn't know when, but somewhere between perfecting his escape dance, he could feel the trajectory of the slashes if he focused on it.

He felt three of them aiming for his legs, one for his head, two each for his arms, and the last two waiting at the ground. He smirked and felt that this round was about to be won, so he repeated his move "Slash Rebound"— the name he had given to the coalesced light slashes— and this time, accelerated his descend.

Before his feet touched the ground, he brushed one at the grasses and kicked it to flip himself at the last second, successfully dodging all 20 and escaping unscathed.

He opened his eyes and stared at the sword with a smirk, and ran at it, Naruto style. He let his arms flail behind his bent body as he forced himself to gain gravity by putting himself close to the ground.

When a few meters away from the sword, he extended his arms forward and lunged, forcing him to tumble, and when he almost lost control of his momentum, he pushed his arms and jumped high.

Now far above the sword, Red slashed his hands and 10 small light slices rushed at one spot of the sword— which was the cut he previously accomplished— and got another 1cm of damage done.

He smirked and finally let himself cannonball to the ground. He found out that when he struck atleast 1cm off of the sword, he'd get half a week of rest and comfort, which he was looking forwards to, when a certain 'ting' interrupted his daydream of not running from the sword.

[User has done 4cm damage to the Trial Sword. Would User like to continue to Trial 2 of the Technique or Take a Rain check?]

[Take it!] [I'm dead-ass tired please leave me alone for atleast a decade]

Even though Red felt that an olive branch was extended to him, he was skeptical about that second option, which was later resolved by the system.

[System is only using your phrase. Playing Recording 6014-31-05-6]

["If one day, just if, I finish this actual trial, can this f***ing sword leave me for a decade?!]

[User can, of course, take the trial in any day, no backlash.]

Red smiled sheepishly at his own remarks and pressed the second option, immediately being sent to a full-on white room.

He looked around and saw a large screen flashing a constant message. He neared the TV and read the message.

[Buffer Room: Gives User ample time to reorient and to not feel the distortion in their body clock. User has 10d of buffer time. Please Enjoy your rest]

He smirked and looked around the room. He sat on a comfortable chair and immediately dozed off.

After 10 days

He woke up with a yawn and noticed a message flashing red at the TV so he rushed towards it.

[Scenario Orientation: Since User has rested and calmed their system. System will give a detailed analysis of the scenario the User is/was experiencing before being sent off]

[Current Scenario: As you awoke from a beating from a werejackal- a half man half jackal, you and your saviours were pursued by Sporenets, a breed of Techno-Plain's Hornets with Spore-like abilities (Stun, Sleep, Poison, etc.)]

Red sighed when he read the current scenario but snapped out of it. He jumped around and slapped his cheeks to revitalize himself. When the system sent him a request to return him, he pressed [Ok] and immediately ran towards the wall of the room.

As he was running, the environment next to him was slowly shifting to one like the forest. Besides him, human-like shapes started appearing, and slowly gained flesh and slowly turned into Lucy, Trishka, Matthew, and Tryph.

And as he looked beside him, the wall in front of him turned into the tunnel of light they were running towards to, and slowly, an image of a large kingdom appeared in Red's vision.

Red smirked and pressed his heels forward, getting the feel of the course dirt and friction on his bare feet, he turned around and grabbed the sword from his inventory. He faced the Sporenets with a bit of craziness and insanity.

Lucy was the first to notice his actions since she was behind Red. She wanted to scream at him and just go, but what he did next surprised her 12 year old brain.

He jumped high, and with a kick from his leg, he spun mid-air. With what seemed like practiced accuracy, Red's sword swung at random directions, sending flashes and flashes of light slicing through the buzzing forest.

Thud

Like a cue, tens upon hundreds of dropping could be heard. The trio that were leading looked behind and saw a silver cocoon, which was Red that was covered with his sword's special technique.

Red stopped mid-way when the Sporenets madly retreated and the buzzing around them died down. He fell onto the hard dirt with a thud, he felt exhausted as hell, but his mentality was awake.

Trishka ran and carried Red since she had the biggest body out of the four. She placed Red on her back like a kid and wrapped his arms around her neck.

Matthew arrived next and stared at Red with shining eyes, probably out of fascination. He held onto Red's sword tightly, as if it was a relic, and started bombarding him with questions about his 'magic'

"Red! That was so cool! What magic did you use?! Was it Air? Was it?! I bet it was! You were so cool back there!" Red shook his head and laughed at Matt's remarks, so he decided to come clean.

"It's mostly control, and a lucky technique I learned" Red answered honestly. Matthew then stared dejectedly at his hands like they were failure in his eyes.

"I wish I had perfect control and a lucky technique too. Mine is not perfect, no matter how hard I try. I feel like a failure now." Tears formed at the corner of Matt's eyes as he seemed like he was about to break down.

Red shook his head minimally, since Trishka was uncomfortable with his previous actions, and pointed out something he learned in the Trial Space.

"Nothing is perfect, but that does not mean that you can't treat something as any lesser than perfect!" Red smiled. He watched as Matt stare at him with a questioning look, like he did not understand anything he has said. Red just sighed and thought to himself that Matt was only 12, he still has time to grow out of his shortcomings.

And with that last thought, his physical exhaustion has finally caught up to his mentality, causing his eyelids to carry 50kg weights. He slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep all the way to the city.

Another Person's Perspective

I cannot fucking believe this. What wild luck?! He actually evaded my two ambushes?! How dare he! I spent time forming those two ambushes! And he dares escape?!

"JULIO!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my teeth grating at each other like saws.

A frail man entered my throne room, and one glance at him and I could tell he was off being naughty again. His shriveled hair and messy top screams about him fucking with the maids again, tsk, those sluts.

"Get me another trap contractor! Also no more ladies for you this week! You've been slacking off while I try to capture this menace?! One week of service!" I shouted causing him to flinch at my words.

"Si-Sire? Serv-Service a-at the bar-barracks?" he asked weakly, as if afraid of what he will experience. Oh he should be, not only will he serve those hungry fuckers at the barracks, he also would have to serve the ruthless generals, the uncontrollable militia, and the demonic 'heroes'

"Yes" I say in a firm tone, making him crash onto his knees with a few teardrops falling out of his measly eyes. Though I must say, with all the pressure I'm feeling right now with this brat, his eyes could serve another purpose.

I smirk at my thoughts and gesture at him to come closer. His eyes lost all colors as he inched closer to my throne, and started his service with the highest authority in the military.