Prologue 5- Sword Style -A-

The afternoon came faster than expected, when the boy arrived at the dojo that was in the courtyard of the mansion, he shook that both his stepsister and his father were in the middle of a practice fight.

His father, wore an armor of woven plates that covered his entire body, these plates were joined by an ancient alloy synthesized from black blood, that alloy by itself was very resistant however it was too good a thermal insulator, with this suit on the outside temperature is not as worrying as the inside. The technology behind this armor was incredible, it was made of 30% carbon fiber.

A sinister-looking black mask covered the entire head of his father, his face was an exaggerated representation of a smiling human face, it was something unique that conveyed a sense of ominous remoteness.

His stepsister wore similar armor several sizes smaller, her mask instead represented a face painted by fury.

Both were sword-style masks -A-. These were left by the founder of the Elenges house, each of them corresponded to a different branch of fencing -A-, the smiling mask was a variation that used quick attacks and taunts to make the opponent lose their composure, instead, the angry mask corresponded to an aggressive style that tried to stun the opponent with strong blows that resonated with the metal of the sword.

The fencing of the Elenges house was incredibly effective against the rest of the fighting styles, however it had an almost fatal flaw, it was almost impossible to effectively use this style against another member of the family. This is due to several reasons, this may be due to deep knowledge of the style against which they are fighting, or perhaps it will be due to the inability to injure each other between members of the same family.

The practice of her father and her sister was over in a second, her sister's foot slipped a little more than she should, her father took advantage of this to break her rhythm and make her fall .

They both took off their masks and sat on the floor to rest for a moment. The boy didn't know if he should interrupt or not.

At that moment they both began to meditate, now the boy had lost the opportunity to interrupt them. He sighed inwardly to him, his father and stepsister used to behave in ways he didn't understand, at this point he didn't know if he was the weirdo.

He resigned himself to talking to his relatives before the duel and went to the locker room.

In this place you could see the enormous lack of servants, apparently this was a "sacred" place for his family, no one who was not a warrior trained in the Elenges sword style would not be qualified to enter. It was not so much something religious, it was more a tradition of the house. The boy couldn't help but think that his house had a lot of strange traditions, however, it seemed that neither his sister nor his father thought the same.

He carefully dressed in his armor for practice with an armor identical to that of his sister and father, he took his mask, the face of this mask seemed to be looking down at everything, he smiled wryly, this mask seemed to him too extravagant and vain, he smiled with irony, because that mask did not really displease him, this was a secret that he hid from his father and mother out of shame, however his sister caught him smiling like a fool while he appreciated his mask, she swore that he would not tell anyone, however from that day on he felt that his sister began to take advantage of him a little more from that day on.

He took charge of all the things and took a wooden sword that was paired with the mask.

Shortly after he returned to the ring, his father had abandoned meditation, however his sister was still meditating on the ground, however something had changed, an ominous feeling invaded him, he put on the mask and walked into the ring where his sister.

She jumped to her feet as she took an opening position with her wooden sword, the mask of fury placed on her face.

By the time they both took their stances, the duel had already begun.

His heart beat as he looked into his sister's eyes, but .....

Something weird happened ...

[Lizbeth Elenges.

First daughter of the Marquess.

HP: 300 MP: 150 FP: 450]

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief. An inorganic voice read what he was seeing.

However, he did not allow his confusion to appear on his face, the moment you are distracted in the presence of an Elenges you lose.