[It's some distant and deserted land with a lot of ruined buildings.]
Two men walking toward an army of hundreds talking to each other, cracking jokes, and insulting each other back. Their words sound like they are mortal enemies, but they also sound like they are old friends.
[One of them has long, black hair tied up in a ponytail; his body figure is huge and muscular, with many scars and with a scar on his left eye, although the eye is still working, but there are some blind spots on it. His left eye is orange, and his right eye is red. His upper half is naked, and at the lower half, he is wearing black pants and a sword attached to the belt on his waist.]
He asked the second man who is walking beside him towards the army, "Hey, are you sure it is where the records of the arts of the 'one' are stored?"
[The second man has fox eyes; he is wearing a traditional Kando uniform with a sword attached on his waist. His looks are fair, and he can also be considered handsome and well, can also be considered a gentleman, but not now because his words are sounding like a road thug.]
He said, "When did I say I am sure? Do you have dicks in your ears, old man?"
"I am not old enough to be considered an old man, but you can call me Dad."the man said
"Oh hell, I would say that, so should I also kill you like I did to him? It would be interesting to see your lifeless body getting stomped at the legs of these foot soldiers."
The man of scars replied while grinding his teeth"Be in your limit, you bastard."
The man in kendo uniform said in a mocking tone "Limits are for the weak; strong ones always push their limits."
The army nearly approached both of them; there is roughly 50 meters distance between the army and the duo.
The man in the kendo uniform asked, "Old man, let's see who can kill more of these ants."
A sword of energy made of mana came from behind the duo and killed the whole army.
A distortion of space formed behind the duo and a man dressed in a lab coat emerged from that distortion.
[He is wearing glasses with a thin black frame under the lab coat; he is wearing a black shirt with black formal pants and has a lollipop in his mouth. His hair is long enough to make a ponytail of, but it is free and flying around in the direction of the breeze.]
The man in the lab coat said, "Hellan is missing."
That sentence is enough to make them worried. "What do you mean she is missing? Wasn't she on an F-level mission?" The man with the scar exclaimed.
"We still don't know the details; all we know is that she had a fight with a sword god and a keeper before we lost her mana tracks." The man in the lab coat replied.
"How the hell did she meet with a sword god and a keeper at the same time? That girl is truly a monster, and if she survived both of them, then it's not an understatement to call her the best candidate for the leader." The man in the Kando uniform said calmly.
There are some feelings of admiration in his words.
The man in the lab coat said, "But if she died by fighting them..."
The man in kendo uniform said,"It is a feat that can be written as a legend in the history of us rebels."
The one with a lot of scars looked at them with cold eyes and a furious gaze. "Both of you watch that tongue of yours. The seat of the next leader belongs to the son of the 'ONE,' and as for getting in the history as a legend... if you meet a keeper and a sword god, you are destined to die. It's not a legend but a fate. The legend should be fighting both of them and killing one and injuring one beyond recovery."
The man in the kendo uniform mocked, "Come on, dude, you know what happened 15 years ago are all rumors... That was just not possible.
The man in the lab coat gave a long look to the man of scars and said.
"Whether they are rumors or truth is not important for now; all units are still investigating that incident. The most important topic is Hellan."
[In a different dimension, Swen and Serin]
Serin asked coldly, "What happened? Explain everything to me from the start. You should know that it's too much trouble to travel from The Capital Academy to here.
"Swen tried to reply, but he suddenly felt a surge of pain in his whole body, like it was getting torn apart. He could feel his heart and every fiber of his muscles in pain.
Serin observed and said calmly, "I see a blood infant contract and it's an ancient one."
She snapped, and all pain of Swen disappeared from his body like it never existed.
"I can't remove the blood infant contract for now because it would attract more trouble for us by making her suspicious of us."
Swen said while standing up, "I see, thanks, sister."
Serin warmed the Swen. "I can sense her energy; it is more than a sword god, and I can see the complexity in the blood infant contract. I advise you to stay away from her or stay cautious around her."
Serin added, "And I can feel her mana strangely familiar."
Swen's gaze became cold, and then he said, "Sister, I can also feel it."
Serin said, "Well, what if it does? Until it does not get us in any trouble, just ignore her, and like I said, stay away from her. She might prove to be dangerous. Like I said, I can sense her mana, and it is more dense and many times greater than a sword god itself, and we don't know if she is a friend or an enemy."
Swen replied, "Ok, sister."
Serin patted his head with a smile on her face.
"And I am going back to the capital academy in the morning."
[At the castle whose tower pierces the heaven itself and the walls shine like jade, it is filled with antics; one would be enough to buy a town or a city. As you move deeper into the castle, the shiny white walls slowly turn into dark and hard obsidian. It would be an understatement to call it obsidian because it's lustrous and a thousand times stronger than it, and at the end of the hall there is a 20 m tall and 5 m wide door.Inside the room there are 12 existences sitting on chairs before a long table, leaving one seat empty.]
The man sitting on a corner said, "Let's begin the meeting."