The wind blew through the starry night sky like a winter's breeze cold to the touch and chilling in a way that one felt all alone as the curtains waved through the air. What was it with the world and all the things that had happened, why had his father betrayed them and why did his mom always have to be out on missions as he began to feel further and further away from all the people he loved.

His arm was still broken from the strain of the battle he had more than a week ago as they were still trying to patch him up carefully without creating anymore serious injuries as he tried looking into it. This was the end of his time as the seventh swordsman of the mist, as he was to transform and become something far greater then a mere seventh swordsman, as he was to become a sword master. However he could not simply achieve this as he was now, he had to train even harder and he still remembered the words she said to him on that day.

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