Another weapon

The triumph was overtaking my mind, but right in the same moment, the sour taste of defeat crawled inside of my mouth. He was so quick I wasn't able to see it, almost incomprehensible how fast it was. I sat down once again in the world of darkness. Huffing loudly from stress, from the pain I endured just now. A very hard thing for me to accept. The level I have to reach to do something is just incredibly high. The bar was rose somewhere incredibly high, never seen anything like that before and it will be hard to find something even higher than that… There is a lot of training before me. A very long journey. But now it's time to begin another act of my spectacle to become great, the act is called training. A very long, exhausting, and a chance of it being eternal…

I stopped thinking about such trivial things and stood up. Blinked but when I opened the eyes once again, the faceless head got white long hair. Still no eyes and other features, only the hair. Strangled into a long ponytail, surely to not interfere, not get cut and whatsoever. I slowly started walking, there was nothing to fear about. I wasn't scared when I died, just incredibly surprised. It was quick, a surprise. Nothing someone could've expected. But there was no fear, some pain. A fearless person. That now is smiling widely at the challenge standing before him. Another fight, another way, more things to do. I started running at the thing, no strategy, nothing. The tail is an extension of my own body, sword, when I approach him it will be in movement. Inflow, slashing through thin air and try to destroy it. Maybe win, maybe have a chance of winning. Even if it's that quick, maybe I will be able to do it. Something, anything to that incredibly fast thing. I will do anything to win. I would even make a deal with Satan himself as I know God would forgive. He always forgives sin.

It's not the time for that, I started the fight. A slash to the right from down left. The same as when I won last time with this first, stage? I think I will call them like that, the second stage of the training in my own mind. That's so weird… But fighting makes me feel… More like me, actually more like me. I feel like I am my own self instead of someone else, I feel like I am the thing I want to become. The thing blocked it with a shield, he wasn't in a stance but blocked it. The impact of my blow made him tremble from the strength. I haven't realized it but the dark world was already extinct and the world of weapons emerged. I can use it on that thing, then I can use it outside of my training area whenever I want. And it took me more than 50 long fights to be able to try even something like that. And I am not sure about it actually working outside of here when I want it to.

It didn't take him long to recover but it was enough time for me to make another quick slash with my weapon. Less strength than before because I didn't have enough time to have a strong wind up. He made a two handed sword and blocked it. I took the sword back, went into the ox guard, and prepared a quick and decisive thrust. I was also able to change its direction if it dodged the thrust, but it didn't. I thrust right through his gut, I jumped back immediately, looked at him once again. Blood was oozing out of the wound, strongly and very intensely. But it didn't change yet. The blood then froze and the man also calmed. I didn't see his face but surely he was ready for another go. Once again I went into my position, the fool's guard. Prepared for him to attack, I am sure it lost its temper and he will be the one to attack me. I want him to attack. And so he did, but in a fashion that I did not expect but I should have. Something different this time, a staff appeared in his hand. Long stuff, looked like some branches merged holding something at the end, a crystal.

It went high into the air, shining bright as the sun. Then it disappeared and went back inside of that crystal. Weird thing, it's the first time I saw him pulling off something like that. I heard something, a thing very weird. I looked up at the sky. Balls of rock and flame in the sky falling at me with impudent speed, quicker than anything. I can't run away, they are fast but still far in the sky. What can I do… The thing is on its knees, it must've used a lot of stamina to produce several rocks like that to fall. What can I do though… What is the thing I can, I can't block it with that small shield, I can't slash it. Well, I could if I was able to fly and extend the blade. I know what needs to be done, only one thing comes to my mind now. A very normal thing but requires a lot of strength to pull it through. The weapon in my hand changed into another one, a thing very familiar to a hunter and all things impersonating with it. Guards are also very often identified with it. A bow, something resembling his catalyst, his stave but bend and with a string at both ends. I stretched the string as hard as I could, an arrow appeared on it and I held it with my hand. I relaxed my firm grip on the string and the arrow, it flew in an instant. Something even weirder happened. A blow of air blew away dunes right next to me into oblivion.

Apparently, that one stretch was enough to do something like that. The bow had incredible stretch to it, it felt like several hundreds of pounds. But, because it's my imagination and second I am in the weapon world I was able to do it. I looked at my hands and the bow once again. What did I realize when I did that? There was something. The ends of my bow, the place where two strings were being connected to their ends. The ends were actually hands and the line was connected with the two pointing fingers, somewhat terrifying. One of the meteors was destroyed, shattered into pieces.

I stretched the string of my bow once again. Another meteorite was destroyed, so it went for around ten times. Enough to make a giant hole under me because of the destructive bow. Several thousands of kilograms are required to fully stretch a single shot. If it was real life it would take me a lot of time to actually do it. Both training or just a sheer amount of dedication is required to pull so much strength out of a human. But I was able to do it now all of the meteors were destroyed. The flesh still on the ground, I have the time to do it. I stood in place. Looked at it once again, stretched the bow to its fullest. I felt my own bones struggle to keep it up for a little longer. I released it, even stronger than the last several shots. The hole I stood in expanded for several meters now. Almost reaching the fallen man himself.

I felt it, I felt that I got a lot stronger, my bones harder, they would shatter from just trying to stretch the bow but because of the last fight with the mace. My bones increased their strength a lot after recreating themselves from zero. There is a martial art about it I think, fighting until your bones are about to crash to then let them heal and they would harden stronger. Not break them fully but of course to let them at the very end. But I am not sure of that, anyway, I hit him right in the head. There was no trace of it anymore, I saw the arrow fly beforehand. A ring around it because of the force, sand also moved to the sides as it flew. What a force… Am I a monster myself now? It seems so… But once the arrow hit, it just popped like a balloon. The blood didn't pour right at the same moment, it took around 10 seconds for the blood to flow out from it.

But once again the very same thing happened. The blood stopped flowing and the headless corpse stood up. An aura appeared around it, even if I was a powerless person, that aura was just so strong I was able to see it. A dark aura making the headless body seem just disturbing. Completely disturbing and for some people even scary. I am not scared though, shocked is a better word. This is not what happened before, this is something else. He didn't glow like that before. The blood stopped pouring, it froze completely. Stopped flowing down. I looked at him, the stave now went completely red. A red shine��� Something very bad is about to happen, very wrong. The same thing appeared before. The imperial, his red eyes did the very bad but a good thing as well. It will be training but I won't be able to do anything probably… I smelled something rotten in the air, putrid. A plague like the smell, dead bodies. I don't know why, but this time I saw what happened. Once again… A blow that annihilated me.