As I knelt in the snow, my mind reeling from the influx of information, a whirlwind of sensations enveloped me. It was as if the very fabric of reality had shifted, and I found myself standing at the intersection of knowledge and mystery.
Visions flashed before my closed eyes—ancient symbols, arcane diagrams, and fragments of incantations danced in a chaotic symphony within my consciousness. The weight of centuries pressed upon my shoulders as the secrets of the Infernal Demonic Art unfolded in my mind.
A surge of power coursed through my veins, an energy both exhilarating and overwhelming. It was as if the forbidden knowledge had imprinted itself onto the very core of my being. I could feel the essence of the art intertwining with my own, a fusion of magic and will.
Yet, amidst the overwhelming torrent, a strange sense of clarity emerged. The chaos gradually gave way to understanding, like deciphering a language previously unknown. Each piece of information found its place, forming a mosaic of comprehension.
I opened my eyes, and the world around me transformed. The snowy mountains appeared crisper, the air carried a subtle charge, and I felt an unspoken connection to the magical forces that surrounded us. Yato stood before me, a silent witness to my initiation into the mysteries of the Infernal Demonic Art.
[You have gained new sword art.]
[Sword art name:- Infernal Demonic Art.]
[Grade:- 5*]
As the notifications resonated within my newfound awareness, a profound realization settled in—the Infernal Demonic Art had become an integral part of my magical repertoire. The grade 5* designation echoed with significance, signifying the depth and potency of the forbidden sword art I now possessed.
I glanced at Yato, a silent acknowledgement passing between mentor and apprentice. The weight of responsibility hung in the air, a reminder that this power was not merely a tool but a force to be wielded with discernment and purpose.
Yato spoke, his voice a gentle reverberation in the ethereal currents that surrounded us. "Lucas, the Infernal Demonic Art is now yours to command. Remember, its strength lies not just in the mastery of its techniques but in the wisdom to discern when to wield its power."
I nodded, a sense of gratitude mingled with the gravity of the moment.
"Can I try it now?" I asked Yato, my voice was full of excitement.
Well, no one can blame this for the first time I got hands with grade 5* sword art and this demon sword at the top of that.
"Try it? Are you an idiot? Your body won't be able to withstand the power of this sword art right now."
With the legendary sword, "Sinister Of Sword," now in my possession, its ominous enchantment, [Blood Drain], added a new layer of complexity to my arsenal. The blade's potential to absorb the essence of other blades through a single cut intrigued and unsettled me simultaneously.
"Lucas, the [Sinister Of Sword] is not just a tool for striking down opponents. It requires finesse and a deep connection between the wielder and the blade," Yato advised, his eyes focused on the legendary artefact.
"Th-Thank you, master!" As my gaze swept over the item description screen in front of me, I earnestly thanked Yato.
"Don't mention it," Yato waved his hand dismissively, a slight smile present on his face before his expression quickly got back to normal, and he yelled again. "Now, ready your weapon!"
Following his instructions, I gripped the sword tightly and lifted it, pointing its blade at Yato.
"No matter how exceptional your weapon may be, its true value only lies in its purpose," Yato stated.
"What's a weapon's purpose?" I asked.
"To bring about death, of course."Yato answered. "If you can't use your weapon to bring death, you may as well not wield it."
Shing—!!
With a swift motion, Yato drew his katana from its sheath, and the sound of steel slicing through the air resounded.
At Yato's words, I nodded and tightened my grip on my sword.
Having expressed his thoughts, Yato flexed his knees, assuming a swordsman stance.
He then drew a circle around himself in the snow with his leg and said, "Start by attacking me head-on. Don't hold back and don't use mana. Come at me with the intent to kill. If you don't make a single hit on me then you won't get anything to eat as long as we trained here."
I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs as I prepared to face Yato in combat. Gripping the legendary sword, "Sinister Of Sword," I embraced its weight, feeling the resonance between the blade and the essence of the forbidden arts coursing through me.
Without hesitation, I lunged forward, my movements swift and focused. The snow beneath my feet crunched as I closed the distance, intent on executing a precise strike. Yato, however, moved with an almost ethereal grace, effortlessly sidestepping my attack.
"Too slow," he remarked, his voice cutting through the air. "Speed alone won't bring death. Your strikes need purpose, a clear intent to overcome your opponent."