_Eshwar_

A tragedy...
An abrupt departure...
Death...
And rebirth.

Pain, rage, struggle, and blood honed a sword.
A sword sharp enough to sever through reality and reveal what lies beyond.

It unveiled something,
Or rather, someone, incomprehensible and unprecedented....
A being who seems to weave the threads of fate.

Does he truly exist, or is he merely a manifestation of another's will?
If he does exist, what purpose does he serve?
Is there really a purpose, or is it just another will imposed upon him?
If it is another's will, can he defy it?
Can he turn his sword against his creator,
A being who literally writes his reality?

Or will he be consumed by the abyss from which his power flows,
Forever lost in the shifting void of his own making?

The Blind Swordsman.

A stereotypical protagonist-looking young man walked upto the arena where a tan skinned beautiful woman stood with a broadsword hunging over her back, gazing at him lazily.

Edwin walked onto the arena confidently, which was a bit over the top even for him, since he knew that he had turned weaker than he was, after regaining the memories of his past life.

"Haa…" A sigh escaped Thistle's lips, making him groan inwardly.

"I am Edwin, I have currently turned weak for reasons unknown, but I wish to learn and get stronger." He said as he bowed his head at the instructor, whom he wanted to learn from.

'If things go well, Thistle also has a chance to become a member of my harem….' He thought inwardly.

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