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Well now.. it was time to stop being lazy. The male had several ideas in his mind for new techniques, but an idea was useless until it stopped being an idea and became reality. And so... now. Now as the time, this was the place, and in his mind, he could do fucking anything once the lines between ideas and reality were blurred.

The predawn silence was quite nice, especially for this time of the year. It was still cool this early in the morning the predators of the night were hunkering down in their respective nests, preparing to sleep through the day. The fauna of the day were stirring, silently thanking whatever god that watched over them that they made it through another night. At least, that is what the male believed.

It was in the middle of a clearing in which the male sat, cross-legged. He was dressed for training, very different that his formal wear; a ragged shorts over bare feet. He was shirtless at the moment; the morning wind feel really good to him. Besides, he liked to practice his techniques with little restrictions before testing them in combat. Nearby, three swords lay waiting: two were sheathed, polar opposites of each other; the third was wrapped in white bandages. His skin seemed to shine in the dim lighting, casting low light on the grass around him.

Red eyes were closed to the world, his mind lost in quiet meditation. In his mind, he was seated in a vst cathedral. The world around him was pitch black, save for a single candle. As Luca focused on that candle, the flame split itself into two. As the male watched, those two flames split themselves into four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two. On and on the flames split and multiplied, increasing until they became a roaring flame, threatening to burn down the cathedral. And through all this, the male did not move, watching the location of the initial candle.

This fire... this fire is out of control. Burn this place, burn this place!

He wasn’t afraid; this fire. It was his own fears, and Luca, fear had no place in his mind, in his life. He would not allow it. No, he would rather die than let fear stop him. So long as the male conquered his mind, the world was nothing to him; a mere prison to house, restrict and bind the weak, those unable to break themselves free of all restraints. He would not be one of those people.

The world is not my prison. The world is my weapon, and I am the master. I will not bow.

In the real world, the body stirred, slowly climbing to his feet. Those red eyes opened to the world, determination forming in them. His right hand opened, and almost instantly, the comforting feel of Satsujin no Ito filled it. As the bandages fell away from the sword, the male focused his chakra, pictured out his intentions, and made them a reality. At his mental command, his chakra left his body, and bent reality around his body, giving birth to what should not have been there, what should have been impossible to force into reality; several beings created from his chakra, the very mystical force that gave his body life. There were five in number, each one identical to the male in every way, save for their strength. Their strength was not his equal; not yet. In time, as the truth was realized, they themselves would equal his power. But everything happened in due time. Right now, the focus was something else; there was still the matter of forcing several ideas to become a reality....

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