Hila

This is not some random story, this is the story of my life.
Me, a complete average guy who's also kind of a spineless guy but face it everyone is spineless deep down. The question is whether or not you have gotten to the point where you became spineless.

Haha but this same spineless guy is going to conquer everything.

"Why are you British?" asked Hyla
"I'm not British I just like the way they sound" replied Blue as he took a drag from his pipe

usually other people would be driven near madness when they find out they have an alien in their body but I could barely stay strong
What kind of Masochistic Alien System is this?
This training method is insane
"You want power? Then do it or you'll definitely die"

A star came crashing down from outer space
Creating ripple after ripple as it tried to destroy us and I have to save us all by using the same power from the Fallen Star

Join Hyla as he embarks on a journey to survive and protect the world at large

Blue: Fallen Star

"A rematch? This does not seem like the most ideal situation for that" I replied as I tried to avoid fighting Layla, "I don't have my short swords on me" I added to justify everything.

"I thought you might not walk around with your short swords so I had someone prepare another for you" said Layla as she waved her little hand.

Immediately she waved her little hand, a guy stepped out from behind her with a box in his arms smiling, "Mr. Dancer of Death I'm a big fan" said the guy as he opened up the box displaying two beautifully crafted short swords.

"Ah…" I muttered, [How insidious? I did not picture her for this type of person!] I thought as I stretched out my hand to pick up the pair of short swords from the box.

"I hope that you like them, I specially had them crafted for you just so we can have a rematch" said Layla as she placed her hand on the hilt of her sword hanging on her waist.

COLD LIGHT