The reflection replies ‘You really are odd.’ as it viciously smiles back ‘but it will be you who will suffer by the hands of humans. Mark my words, I will return, if you survive that is’

  The prideful man says “Now regret and blame yourself for being a weak, pitiful kid”

  As he started walking towards the throne, a voice behind him appeared.

  ‘Weak huh? Says the one… who wasn’t able to beat the kid.’

  “You are annoying, how many times will you—”

  No matter what, a human drops dead on the ground the moment he bleeds out. A human dies the moment his heart is stabbed. A person despair when there stands a being whom they never not beat… Yet he was still standing, bleeding and not despairing against him who defied the logic of what makes one a human. One can say they both defied the logic of what makes a human.

  The man looked back smiling, looking back at the kid as he stood there who he had knocked the life out of… but this time, he saw mist coming out of his whole body and erupted from his mouth as he breathed out. The same mist that came when he woke up out on the field but denser.

  Any person would have already died or lost consciousness from the wounds… or is what he thought. Before him stood a human.

  He mumbled to himself ‘Ahh man… I really hate cold’

  The kid should have already bleeded out, dead on the ground yet he was standing. Standing there breathing out mist from his body but dense to be seen in the room clearly.

  “How are you still standing? You should already be dead.”

  He points his finger once again and shoots but this time, the kid saw a green, transparent shape flying towards him.

  ‘I can see it now… it was just the wind’

  The attack he was using was highly compressed wind as a projectile which was invisible to eyes but now he knows it's just some wind, he used his sword to cut it but the wind was still not affected so he rotated his sword, causing a bump which disturbed the wind flow causing it to become a normal strong gust of wind.

  The man noticed the mist and looked at his eyes which had a dull glow of faded Golden/Amber but when he focused upon them, scribbled lines around his eyes which were not there before and edges were dark in which they faded into. The lines covered most of his Amber shine but some of them slowly broke apart, uncovering more of his eyes.

  Many may not even be able to see those lines and some who do will mistake them for some fragile scribbles or normal shining eyes even if they look closely but those eyes that were known to bloom when someone awakens. [The Eyes of the Rose]

  The man just grinned as he saw them and in the next instant, the kid took a large breath in and covered the short distance between them, cutting his whole head and arm clean off.

  ‘There is no way, I will be die by the likes of you when that man lets me live’

  ‘I guess this was it.’ said the kid took his breath and thought ‘Did I… do that?’ as he was able to cut him almost with no effort that other people need to enhance their body with spells.

  He started to walk towards the door but with just a few steps, his eyes widened as he heard no sound of a body dropping to the ground but the sound of sand moving.

  The fight should have been over many times already, yet the man behind the kid was regenerating his head which still had a smile on it, as if nothing had happened.

  ‘I guess… we both made the same mistake’ said the kid as he looked back with a smile.

  The man's head was fully regenerated… no, it was more like his head came back to him as the sand rearranging itself after being knocked off.

  'You ask me how I was standing yet I should be asking you the same question…’

  “Pity but even with the awakening, you will surely die by the strings of fate, You have no idea what power you are dealing with.”

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  ‘Hero? I don't know what you are talking about but, If fate wants me dead, then be it. I will become the person to defy its orders and win against it.’

  The man used his right hand to aim towards. The kid saw three wind gusts aiming for him. Head, thigh and torso.

  He tiled his body for head, used his sword to cut away the wind gust aimed for the thigh and torso by changing to reverse grip with an upwards slash.

  ‘Chest’ said the kid and the man jumped back knowing the kid already knew what he would attack.

  It was not that the kid saw the future, he just predicted it as his hand movements were too simple.

  ‘I am not letting you get away’ as he jumped towards him catching up to him and cut his head followed by thrusting his sword like a hammer with his other hand, stabbing the heart.

  The man just stood there as he said “A person who has not control over mana as yourself can not defeat me”

  ‘Mana? So it all comes down to magic again…’

  “Magic? Oh yea, that is what this world people rely on due to some celestial”

  His head was growing back and the wound at heart was recovering back to its original state.

  ‘I guess my luck will not let me rest.’

  “Poor human. I can regenerate how many times I want, how much I want. I am afraid to say, people like you who are cursed with no magic ability are the worst match against an immortal like me.”

  ‘There should be a limit to regeneration then.’

  “What?”. The kid instantly jumped back right at him and the man tried to fire again but the distance was too short. He started stabbing and slashing him up. Every time he was trying to regenerate it, it only meant another sword striking that part, taking it back off before it regenerated itself. The kid kept on attacking without skipping a beat.

  The kid was already pushed past his limits. It was a mystery how he was even able to move let alone attack him. Yet he was stronger despite being injured than his peak. Even if it was him being able to adapt, His injury should have made him bleeded to death already.

  “It does not even hurt—” The man was saying, telling him to stop but he did not stop and even slashed his head. He went on attacking his regenerated limbs as he had no other method left for him. Maybe it was just his way of giving up. Not wanting to accept defeat so it was his last ditch effort.

  The kid started to get tired as he said ‘I am way past my limits… I need to take him down or else I will be the one dying.’

  Crack

  The kid noticed his sword was breaking apart, he forgot about his sword which was badly damaged before even his earlier battle and a sharp pain in his arm.

  ‘I really have bad luck with swords today.’ as he kept on slashing him but he knew himself, his sword would not last longer than a few more strikes.

  ‘I take it back, the world really have something against me’, he joked as he struck last time, slicing his left arm with everything he had but his sword broke.

  He switched to his fist but he felt his right arm numb and weakened. Attacking him but it was not enough as he regenerated himself and grabbed his fist mid way without letting him even land a 2nd hit.

  ‘Your pitiful attempts are of no use as you have no mana in your attack’

  He grabbed the fist tightly and punched him with his left hand which was mid regenerating.

  “Huh, It should have already been regenerated” thought the man as he looked at his left hand slowly regenerating compared to his right which was already back to normal. Even his cloth had few small torn marks where he had struck him.

  He looked back at the chest of the kid and thought “He has no mana core in him so how…”

  The kid who stood back from the attack was faced with two wind gusts as the man finally pointed with 2 fingers from his right hand but without a sword, Kid was not able to block them. He crossed his arms and braced for the impact but the wind gust was too strong to be blocked, even stronger than the one from before. His arm pushed back against his chest and his ribs started to break and lungs collapse as he got flung backwards but still on his feet barely.

  His knees were shaking from how his body moved.

  “You can never win against me. You put on a good fight but i guess this is all your hard work leads to against someone like me who is immune to physical damage”

  Yet the kid still had not given up, he tried to charge once again , attacking aimlessly, trying to land a punch knowing it was useless.

  He got thrown back by a strong pressure wind with his back being crushed against the wall like a stone being flung away, the wall crumbled from the impact as he coughed blood.

  His shadow once again came ‘Told you’ as it started fading away.

  The kid leaned against the wall, everything was blanking away as if his sight was blanking away. He tried to stand back up but no longer could.

  Suddenly the whole area around the kid turned ghastly green. He wanted to escape it but it was of no use, his adrenaline ran out and pain started kicking in but he felt his wounds recovering.

  The man used gravity whose pressure made him unable to move.

  “I guess I am stronger than the heroes themself. Now die for the sake of the world. To mark the ending of yours and beginning of mine. I, who single handedly put a stop to the hero… I guess there will be no heroes this time.”

  He continued “Poor you, fate itself is against you for you to end up here by me at your awakening."

  The kid thought to himself ‘It was never that I wasn't lucky, or the fate against me, it just wasn't with me.’