After Xzaivier's training, he had become something no one thought he could become, especially so early on in his life. His hatred for loss (he hates losing a fight), evil and Gimori had driven him to become something beyond imagination.
After splitting a tree twice his size with one vertical shadow slash, Xzaivier decides to dress up into his uniform, tie up his jet black hair into a ponytail, sheath his blade and end his 4 years of training. He stares at the cave he'd called home for 4 years before turning away and parting ways with it. He walks his way through the massive forest calmly even though he is sore from the training. Suddenly his shadow blade flares with it's usual dark and shadowey aura.
Xzaivier: What's going on?
Sudenly Xzaivier's attacked by a rogue swordsman, but he's able to make a combat roll to evade the attack.
Rogue: Hey there sword saint.
Xzaivier: Grrr!
Xzaivier unsheathes his shadow blade.
Xzaivier: Hyaaaa! Shadow Slash!
A huge energy slash hurdles it's way to the rogue. The rogue smirks as the cultist behind him uses his Aku no eye (when someone becomes a cultists, they undergo a ritual where the initiate is given a cultist robe before the cultists use Kanji power to make one of the initiate's eyes blue and they forcefully ink the Kanji for Aku no into the blue eye, giving the initiate cultist powers. It is also their way of devoting their lives to Gimori ) to stop the attack. The cultist looks at Xzaivier with the demonic gaze of the Aku no eye.
Cultist: Hello sword saint.
Xzaivier: Looks like it's time to put my training into action.
Cultist: oh really? Hm, well by the honour of Aku no, I shall see you perish.
Xzaivier takes his stance.
The Rogue swordsmen smirks as he pulls out a dagger.
Rogue: Hey cultist...
Cultist: Yes...
Rogue: Just let me handle him alright, when I'm finished, grab his shadow blade.
Cultist: I was already planning on doing so...
Xzaivier shadow steps to the Rogue before slashing the Rogue's chest upwards, diagonally. The Rogue falls to his knees, clutching his open chest tightly as he bleeds out. Xzaivier looks at the dying swordsmen before kicking him away as if he's a piece of trash and points his blade at the cultist.
Xzaivier: You're next.
Cultist: Hmmm, you're fast but let's forget... I'm a loyal servant of Gimori's, I have an Aku no eye. I'm not just some lowly rogue swordsmen found on the street. My power is—
Xzaivier shadow steps to him and holds his blade to the cultist's throat.
Xzaivier: You talk a lot, why don't I solve that.
Xzaivier attempts to slit the cultist's throat but he ends up slashing a leaf as the cultist uses the Kanji for switch to switch his position with a leaf.
Cultist: Close one eh? Unfortunately for you I'm an absolute master of my craft, but enough talk, time to kill you and take that precious blade.
The cultist unsheathes his bow that's engraved with the Kanji for infinite and the symbol of a skull.
Xzaivier: Infinite? A skull? What's that all about?
Cultist: oh it's nothing much honestly, it only means that I can fire an infinite amount of poison arrows with this bow.
Xzaivier: Hmph. Of course a cultist would resort to such cheap measures to win a petty fight.
The cultist laughs.
Cultist: Just shut up and die would you Ryunosuke!
The cultist pulls on the bowstring, causing ten poison arrows to appear on the string. The Cultist releases the bowstring and the poison arrows fly in Xzaivier's direction.
Xzaivier: Ten? That's it? Hmph.
The arrows land and the poison gas in the arrow heads explodes.
Cultist: no way he survived that!
Xzaivier: really?
The Cultist looks around but sees nothing except the poison arrow in his heart.
Cultist: what? How?!
Xzaivier's standing behind him.
Xzaivier: it's simple, I grabbed one of those pathetic arrows and shadow stepped away from the other's as I drilled the arrow in my hand into your heart.
Cultist: You lie, you couldn't have done all that without me noticing. It's impossible.
Xzaivier: the reason you never noticed was because I did it within the fraction of a millisecond. You were in check the moment you pulled out that bow.
Cultist: You're sixteen aren't you?
Xzaivier: Yes, but what does that have to do with you dying on the ground right now?
Cultist: Lord Gimori was right.
Xzaivier: Hmph.
???: AAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!
Suddenly Xzaivier hears a distant explosion followed by a plethora of screams.
Cultist: Ah, looks like the village raid is successful.
Xzaivier: Village raid?
Cultist: Yes, a few months ago Lord Gimori located the Hydro blade wielder and devised a raid on the village she was assigned to retrieve it.
Xzaivier: Assigned? You implying that she's a sword saint?
Cultist: Yes a high ranking one at that, Amai Nova.
Xzaivier: (in his mind) Amai, she was apart of my class before I left. I never really noticed her or exchanged any major words with her but we made eye contact once. Hmph, I see she's found herself a legendary blade, a top 11 nonetheless. Makes me wonder just how much sword saint academy has changed. I'll probably find out when I get there for Professional sword saint exams.
Cultist: Funny thing is—
The Cultist coughs violently as the poison from the arrow in this heart takes effect. After coughing he smirks.
Cultist: Funny thing is, you can't even do anything about it, you're way too far away from the village and there's about 200 cultists taking part in the raid. Even if you made it in time you'd be slaughtered with a minute.
Xzaivier unsheathes his blade once more to finish of the cultist before sheathing again and hurriedly makes his way to the village.