Hero of Darkness

Kahn and Omega continued their relentless sparring, their movements precise and calculated, each strike a testament to their growing mastery over the blade.

Clang!

Kahn’s blade met Omega’s dual swords, the clash sending sparks flying as they struggled for dominance.

Slash!

Omega, ever the opportunist, used the katana in his right hand to block while swinging the left towards Kahn’s head, aiming for a decisive blow.

Duck!

Anticipating the attack, Kahn swiftly ducked, his movements fluid as he shifted his weight, using his left shoulder to shove Omega backward, creating a momentary gap between them.

Slash!

Seizing the opportunity, Kahn swung his katana upward, aiming to cut through Omega’s chest and head in one clean strike.

Omega, with reflexes honed from countless battles, took a quick back step, narrowly dodging the blade by a mere half-inch, a fraction of a second that saved him from a devastating hit.

Capitalizing on the momentum of his dodge, Omega launched a swift counterattack with his right leg.

Kick!

However, Kahn was not one to be caught off guard. He expertly blocked the incoming kick with the flat side of his sword, absorbing the impact but still getting pushed back a meter.

Rustle!

The force of the kick was enough to send Kahn skidding slightly, a reminder of the stakes. Even a minor hit would have marked his defeat under the sword saint’s rules.

Woosh!

Kahn quickly dashed forward, bending his right knee as he aimed a horizontal slash at Omega’s legs, his katana slicing through the air with deadly precision.

However, Omega, seemingly one step ahead, leaped high into the air, avoiding the strike effortlessly and bringing down both his katanas in a powerful vertical attack aimed at Kahn.

Clang!

Reacting instantly, Kahn pivoted on his foot, using the momentum from his previous attack to spin around and bring his sword up just in time to block Omega’s descending blades.

The clash of steel echoed through the sparring arena.

To any onlooker, this scene would resemble a flawlessly choreographed dance, each movement synchronized in a deadly ballet of blades. But only true masters could discern the subtle nuances… the constant adaptation and split-second decisions both fighters made as they countered each other’s techniques with uncanny precision. RâΝꝊＢÊṦ

Bang!

Clang!

The arena was alight with the brilliance of their clashing swords, sparks flying incessantly as the blades struck with unrelenting speed and force, illuminating their intense battle.

Miyamoto Musashi, observing his disciples from the sidelines, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride.

His normally stoic face softened into a satisfied expression as he watched Kahn and Omega push each other to their limits, neither giving an inch, each move a testament to their growth and dedication.

[These two are my most talented disciples to date. Shame that neither of them is part of my bloodline. If they were, the future of the Erdve Empire would be unimaginably bright with either of them in a position to rule.

Well, I can’t tell them that. Otherwise, it’ll go straight to their heads,] thought the Sword Saint, who appeared in his prime, donning a black and red hakama.

Over the past three weeks, Musashi had purposefully enforced strict rules during Kahn and Omega’s sparring sessions. They weren’t allowed to use any special powers or regenerative abilities. Every move, every slash, had to count as if they were mortal samurais from Earth’s ancient times, where a single wound could spell certain death.

[Samurais in my era didn’t possess the luxury of regeneration or the ability to regrow lost limbs. A warrior who doesn’t rely on mana or world energy, yet can still dominate their opponent, would be a terrifying force in this world. When they begin to incorporate their saint rank skills into these techniques, they’ll become untouchable and virtually unkillable,] he reflected, the weight of his thoughts grounding him in the reality of the power he was shaping.

[My hope is for both of them to surpass even me. Given their character and potential, they may well become invaluable allies for the Erdve Empire. One carries the mantle of a god’s hero, and the other has the bloodline of a Godbeast. There is nothing to regret in their training.]

Musashi’s gaze softened as he reminisced about his own past. [I never had someone who mastered my techniques to spar with. Perhaps if I did, I might have pushed beyond my potential, possibly breaking the limits of swordsmanship to reach an even higher realm. Who knows, maybe one day, these two could fulfill that long-lost wish of mine,] he mused, a quaint smile forming on his face.

Meanwhile…

[Just give up dammit!] said Kahn to Omega telepathically.

[Sorry, master. But I can’t… I’d rather prefer to die than face Miyamoto Sensei again.] replied Omega.

[Do you think you’ll live if I had to face him again? I almost died a dozen times when I sparred with him.

He is just on a different level than us. In the end, no amount of talent can beat the experience built over centuries.] responded Kahn.

Ironically… neither the master nor the disciples outwardly spoke how greatly they admired and respected each other.

Instead of expressing their honest feelings… they just decided to try to kill each other.

Which was a far more common and familiar approach among men.

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Despite the tense exchange, neither Kahn nor Omega showed any sign of slowing down.

Each strike, block, and counterattack came with the force and precision of warriors who had spent years perfecting their craft.

The clash of metal filled the air, punctuated by the occasional grunt or the rustle of fabric as they moved with blinding speed.

Omega’s dual swords moved in perfect harmony, creating an almost impenetrable wall of defense. His eyes, sharp and focused, watched every slight movement of Kahn’s body, anticipating his next move.

On the other hand, Kahn wielded his katana with fluid grace, his every motion calculated and efficient.

The two warriors danced around the sparring arena, their steps light yet deliberate.

It was a battle of endurance, skill, and strategy, each trying to find an opening in the other’s defense while pushing each other’s limits without any breaks.

[You know, Omega, we could just stop and call it a draw.] Kahn suggested, trying to mask his fatigue.

[Not a chance, master. You know what Miyamoto Sensei said.

Only one of us can win, and it’s not going to be you.] Omega shot back, his lips curling into a smirk.

Kahn gritted his teeth. Omega was relentless, and as much as he admired his first subordinate’s resolve, he needed to end this soon.

Suddenly, Kahn changed his tactics. He feigned an attack to the left, then quickly pivoted to the right, aiming for Omega’s side.

Omega, however, was quick to adapt.

He spun on his heel, blocking the strike with one sword while thrusting the other toward Kahn’s midsection.

Kahn barely dodged, feeling the rush of air as the blade passed mere inches from his torso.

He countered with a downward slash, forcing Omega to step back and reset his stance.

They stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.

The sparring had become more than just a training exercise; it was a test of who could push themselves further, and who could withstand the pressure the longest.

Watching from the sidelines, Miyamoto Musashi folded his arms, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

His two disciples had grown exponentially in the past weeks, and this sparring session was a testament to their hard work and dedication.

"Impressive," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

"But they still have much to learn."

Kahn and Omega charged at each other again, their blades meeting in a flurry of sparks and steel. The sound of their clashing echoed through the arena, each strike more ferocious than the last.

Neither gave an inch, their pride and honor driving them forward.

Finally, Kahn saw his chance. Omega’s left sword dropped just slightly, an opening that lasted only a fraction of a second.

But it was enough.

Kahn surged forward, his katana slicing through the air.

Omega reacted instinctively, twisting his body to avoid the strike, but it was too late. Kahn’s blade grazed his shoulder, drawing a thin line of blood.

Both warriors froze, the realization sinking in. The fight was over.

Kahn lowered his sword, breathing heavily.

"I win." he said, a mix of relief and exhaustion in his voice.

Omega nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Yeah, you did. But don’t think for a second I’ll let it happen again."

Miyamoto Musashi approached them, his eyes gleaming with approval.

"Well done, both of you. But remember, a true warrior doesn’t rest on his laurels.

Tomorrow, we start again."

Kahn and Omega exchanged a glance, their silent agreement was evident.

This was just another beginning of their intense training regimes, and they were ready for whatever came next.

But at the same time, both of them spoke one word in their minds that represented their honest reaction...

[Fuck!]

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