SwordsMan..

SwordsMan
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Table of Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
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Prologue
In the city of Towma, things are strange. Certain people, called SwordsMan, are the only ones allowed to use a sword. The top three SwordsMan are treated with great respect, and the Top, number one, SwordsMan, is treated like a God. He is treated better than anyone, because SwordsMan are the highest. They don’t only train with blades to keep the city safe..
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Chapter 1
Taka sat on a tree branch, gazing down at the grass as it swayed and sang in the soft, Summer time breeze. The sun beat down on the land, but Taka was shaded by the canopy of the tree. He leaned against the bark with contented sigh, his green eyes trailing down to the grass. A woman came out. She had a lithe build and long, black hair. Her dress blew slightly in the breeze. “Taka! Taka! What are you doing up there?” the woman called. Taka looked over to his sister, and then, with a midair flip, landed down in the grass after a neat jump. “Well, I was trying to rest Miala.” he huffed to his sister. Than, the sound of drums echoed around, encircling the two. “The SwordsMan Ceremony!” they both shouted in unison and raced out to the streets, melting into the crowd of people that clapped and screamed. People trained all their lives to become SwordsMan, and this day- July 31st- was the naming Ceremony of the top three SwordsMan. So, the crowd marched on, excitement buzzing in the air like a massive swarm of bees. The line split as the line of fifteen SwordsMan-Taka one of them- filed down the streets, making their way to the front and up onto the giant stage, that was setup for this event and others only. Then, Beyen, the SwordsMan trainer, stepped up from the crowd. He looked at the gathered people with a sweep of his gray eyes. “Citizens of Towma, we gather here today under this bright blue sky, with the sun shining bright, on July 31st to name our new, Top Three SwordsMan!” he announced, and the crowd immediately erupted in applause and cheers. The SwordsMan glanced at one another, anxious to learn the new SwordsMan. Three large pedestals stood, center stage just behind Beyen. Each Pedestal was marked with 1st, 3rd, or 2nd. And, each SwordsMan was to receive their Blade of Honor and step onto the pedestal with their newly received sword. Beyen gave a signal for silence, and then began again. “In Third place is Miyaa, a strong SwordsMan, and a brave young lady!” a young, lithe-built woman stepped up. Her eyes shone with tears as she took a Blade, the handle colored bronze. Then, in 2nd, came Mirou. His Blade’s handle was silver. Then, came a big shock. Taka, taking 1st. His Blade’s handle was gold, and as he stepped up onto the high pedestal marked 1st, the crowd fell silent in shock. Then, one by one, began clapping. And then the crowd erupted in cheering, and through the cheers Taka heard them chanting his name. Taka looked to the sky. He slowly slid the sword he’d just received out of it’s sheath, and pointed it towards the sun. The golden rays caught the metal and seemed to set it on fire. Taka looked like he was holding fire. Simply holding a flame, as if it would never burn him, as if it would never scorch his skin. Then, someone screamed out, “Taka, the Boy Who Holds Fire!” then everyone started chanting it. “TAKA, THE BOY WHO HOLDS FIRE!” the crowd began screaming.