*Clang!* Metal slashed through flesh—a man's torso split open, intestines spilling in gruesome sync with the glaive's lethal arc. Terror hollowed his eyes, now stitched shut completely.
The wielder—a man blind yet unerring—tilted his head skyward, staring through dark clouds. *Whoosh!* He flicked the blood from his glaive in a crimson arc. "When is this going to end?" he muttered, turning toward home.
Grass swayed around his small, weathered Japanese house. He freshened up, meticulously cleaned the glaive, and propped it against the wall. Slipping under the blanket, he sought sleep—but *boom-slide!* A shadow burst through, unsheathing dual katanas mid-leap, lunging for the kill.
The main character spun, blanket flying, dodged the blades, and snatched his glaive in one fluid motion. Steel *clashed*—the mysterious attacker hurled his weapon skyward with the katana, drawing a smaller blade for a sneak thrust. He dropped low instead of dodging, fabric tearing as the tip grazed cloth. Pivoting on his heel, he whipped the glaive's butt around, chaining into a spinning kick the mysterious figure barely evaded.
The mysterious figure lunged for the decisive strike; he charged to meet it. But at the collision point—he vanished. *Continuous slashes*—the mysterious figure crumpled, bloodied and broken. As he reached to unmask the attacker, a flick of the hand pushed his away. That single touch revealed the truth: beneath the mystery was a girl
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He couldn't unmask her, but her anger sliced through the mask like hidden blades. "Reo," he said softly, testing the word.Her judging stare burned through the fabric—he felt it deep in his gut
she lay in stunned disbelief at her defeat. Reo froze, utterly shocked—this was his first time ever seeing a female. Something unfamiliar stirred; he decided to treat her as a friend, not a foe. Emotions tangled inside him, leaving his mind completely blank.She slipped into unconsciousness. Chirp-chirp. Birds sang outside as she stirred awake, peering through the same window she'd crashed through. A blue bird fluttered by, its vibrant wings gleaming against the serene green canopy. The peaceful sight calmed her briefly—until the fight's memory surged back. She jolted to sit up, but pain seized her body, dropping her flat. Gritting her teeth, she glanced sideways.
She glanced right, spotting the Reo outside—half-naked, his torso a map of fresh bruises and scars, like a warrior born for endless battle. .He slipped on a traditional Japanese kimono, its fabric settling over his braided cornrows. Even with eyes stitched shut, his features held a striking beauty—sharp yet serene. Her expression stayed sour."Who are you?" Reo asked, voice steady. "And why do you look so different from the others who came to kill?""None of your business," she snapped. "We're not here for you. It's the glaive you wield.""What's so special about it?"Her tone sharpened. "It's one of the forbidden weapons, forged with Polaris—the North Star's power and our kingdom wants it back."He looked clueless but grasped the weight. As Reo opened his mouth, a deep rumble shook the earth—half a million soldiers raiding, he sensed instantly. Scooping her up despite her protest, he bolted. They evacuated into the chaos.
Chapter ends
Written ~ by resilient knight
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assisted by ~ perplexity ai
