First fight

I could feel sweat drip down my face as the man behind me replied.

"I have no need for a student. Leave unless you want your head to fly."

He dropped his guard and walked back to the mop that now lay on the ground.

"Sir, I'm begging you. I need to learn how to use a sword by next month. The other places in the city all rejected me because I'm broke," I came up with a quick lie.

"Why do you need to learn how to use the sword by next month?" he asked as he continued mopping the floor.

"The Aurora Academy semester is starting in a month, and I need to learn how to fight by then."

The man, who I assumed to be Kirito, paused and then replied in an amused tone, "How did you even get in? Never mind that, why do you want to learn the sword?"

"If I'm going to use a weapon, I'm going to use the best weapon," I hoped that would get the sword enthusiast on my side.

The older man removed his focus from the map and revealed a big smile on his face, but something wasn't right. His smile held something sinister in it, and I knew whatever was going to come out of his mouth next, I wouldn't like.

"I'll teach you on one condition."

"I'll do anything," I replied.

He walked over to a rack beside him and grabbed two wooden swords. I might have spoken too early and accidentally sealed my fate. Dying from being beaten to death with a wooden sword sounded horrifying.

"We are going to spar. I'll lower myself to your level, and all you need to do is hit me once."

He threw the wooden sword at me and assumed a defensive posture.

"You can start whenever."

I had never fought in my life before, and this maniac wanted me to fight him? My journey in this world might be over before it even starts.

How was I meant to do this? There's a reason why this man was named the Blade God, and he expected me to land a single hit. Screw it, I'm going to kick this dude in the balls while I'm at it.

I tensed the muscles in my legs and dashed towards the maniac of a man and found myself surprised. Even if I was only F rank, I was somehow still faster than Usain Bolt. I tried to slash at Kirito, but he simply took a step back and chuckled.

"My son could swing his toy sword better when he was three."

I was going to make sure this one hit would hurt. I advanced towards him and tried to stab him, but I lost balance, and my face was about to meet the floor when a foot appeared and slammed into my nose.

"Fuck!"

The kick was enough to send me back to the wall.

"Get up, an F rank should be able to handle this."

I felt blood trickle from my nose, and I was seeing double for a moment, but I was going to get this old bastard with one good hit. I rushed forward, readying my sword for another attempt at a slash.

This time he blocked the attack with his wooden sword and struck my head with the hilt of his blade.

I pushed through the pain and tried stabbing him, but he simply moved to the side and swept my feet, kneeing me in the stomach.

Thank God or whoever that guy who brought me here on a empty stomach was because if I had eaten, I probably would have ended up throwing up all the food right there.

"Get up, I'm enjoying this."

Kirito looked down on me and chuckled like a demon king. We both knew that this was going to be a painful process for me.

I had come here in the morning. It was now getting dark outside, and I still hadn't managed to hit the damned old man. Each time I would attempt an attack, he would simply dodge, parry, and block. Somehow, this man was enjoying every second of beating me up.

I had only one more trick up my sleeve, and if this didn't work, I could consider this trip useless. The old man walked up to me on the floor. He smiled and looked at the time on his bracelet, then spoke.

"You've been here for five hours, kid. I enjoyed it for the first four hours and forty minutes, but now it's starting to get depressing."

It was clear this man was a sadist. This psycho enjoyed beating me up for over four hours, but little did he know, I had something for him. I had built up the front that I couldn't use mana at all. This was true, but using my stigma, I should be able to at least power a super punch.

Stigmas were activated instinctively, and all beings could activate them as if it were second nature. I, too, could feel my stigma within me, waiting to be activated. I ended its wait and activated my stigma.

[Absolute mana control activated!]

It felt great. I could feel everything within the room of the dojo and even the blue crown appearing above my head, but I had a task at hand. I forced all the mana I could possibly withstand mana into my arm, I balled my fist up, and threw it at the crotch of the man standing over me.

"I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!"

I felt my arm make contact and deactivated my stigma, coughing up some blood. When the mana in the air was no longer obscuring my view, I could see that the old bastard blocked the punch and a foot coming down on my face. That was the last thing I saw before everything went black.

***

Kirito stared at the boy on the floor, the boy was beaten even before the final stomp that sent him 

"Maybe I shouldn't have gone too hard on him though that skill he showed was interesting.."

"The idiotic kid shouldn't have gone for my treasures"

Kirito chuckled as he picked up the boy and placed him in guest room. Kirito decided that he would teach the boy if it can be called that he was going to beat his family sword art and mana control into the boy. Kirito would make this boy strong enough to fend for himself.