Blade Master

Whether the heart is weak, or legs having no bending ability, is a challenge that they want to do. These characters are given conditions which make them what they are. They are referred to those who have reached the pole, to each type of weapon. Even if they are faced with the 'Ghost Demons', which intrudes their way of swordsmanship. These warriors train every day to completely fight off the 'Ghost Demon' from their arm and keep their mind focused only on the weapon they hold in their hand. These Slayers are called the Blade Master. The Blade Master is a Slayer who continues his vigilant training in swordsmanship in spite of the demon's interference. He can wield the powerful Lightsabre or any of the other Slayer weapons to great effect. Each weapon has unique traits available only to the Blade Master. He may choose which weapon suits him best and even gain bonuses for switching between them in combat. Awakening as a Grand Master: To future warriors-- I was once but a common warrior, unremarkable in skill, unimpressive in wisdom and knowledge, hardly distinguished in the eyes of my peers. I was plagued with the base impulses of jealousy, shame and despair. My inner weakness allowed the demon in my arm to seep slowly into the rest of my body. There was nothing left for me other than to surrender myself to time, the one thing that begins, binds, and ends all men. But I refused to accept this dismal fate. I believed with a fierce heart that one's potential could be unlocked if only by strength of will and purpose; that my great power could emerge if I committed myself to training; that hidden skills could be discovered and developed if I listened to my soul. It was with this rekindled thirst for life that I lifted myself from obscurity, took up my sword once again, and became the legendary warrior I am now. Now, as I hear the death bell toll on my extraordinary life, I see that the only skill I ever needed was the one that resisted being ordinary. I dreamt that I was dancing through the skies with my weapon, as if fate put us together in a tragically-timed waltz. I only thank the heavens for allowing me a dance with the sky. It was a beautiful dance. - Inscribed on the tomb of the Grand Master of Wuthering Heights - Awakening as an Omniblade: "Is there an end to the path of the sword?" A sudden question from his senior wavered his stance. "Your stance is wavering just from my question, that's no good." "Sorry, I just had an old thought cross my head. An end to the path of the sword.." Yang Ur slurred the end of his speech and sheathed his sword. As Yang Ur sheathed his sword, Soldoros called Claris. "Did I ask a useless question? There really is no answer... as it is a level that even you have not reached." "No. There is an answer. There are many swordsmen who have reached our level now and we may no longer be the best swordsman. A level that even we haven't reached; The path to the next level may open to someone out there." "A foolish talk..." "No, I can sense it. Although we have already attained high level of strength, there's so much more left for us to learn. We simply just can't see it." "Can't you say that you have reached a level where the next level cannot be seen? I just want to be at the very top and look down below." "There are also great views from halfway up." "A level without a name... It would be much easier to talk about it if it had a name. Even a mere hill has a name, so why doesn't this have a name?" Yang Ur ponders for a moment then speaks. "What about Omniblade? How does that sound?" "Isn't that too grandiose of a name? What are you going to name for the level above that then..." "We can worry about that later." "Hahaha! We shall call it Omniblade then!" The two finish their short break and resume training as if nothing happened. - A conversation between Soldoros and Yang Ur. Awakening as a Neo: Blade Master: The shake of my heart traveled down the blade. The confidence that I could cut through anything Became arrogance in an instant and I was unable to cut anything. I must return to where I began. Remember the moment when I defied my destiny and began my path of blades. Taking the path no one would as my own, Do not chase for the path, but walk my own. Let go of everything. And in the empty hands, Take up the sword heavier and sharper than that of steel, A sword of heart. And finally on the top of the mountain I’ve conquered, I will face him on the other mountaintop. The reason I embarked on a path of blades, Was not to reach the apex nor to stand on top of it. I am neither the Grand Master nor the Omniblade. I am just a blademaster. And that is enough.