Chapter 5: The Sword In Me.

Chapter 5: The Sword In Me.

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[Adam POV]

The moment Brain picked me out of the slaves to be his protegee, things changed but for the worst. He was more sadistic, and cruel than any other cultist in the Tower.

He enjoyed teaching me through pain, even though most of the time I wasn't learning a thing.

The only improvement in my life was that I had better food. If only because it served to keep me healthy enough to take on his sadistic behavior, I honestly could understand better why the members of Oration Six had turned out the way they had.

Nevertheless, I would not let this sick bastard corrupt me. Fuck everything, and fuck him in particular.

"You still haven't developed your magic," Brain clicked his tongue. "Normally by now, your magic would've come to try and defend you. Perhaps it is that you enjoy the pain?" He smiled a twisted deranged smile.

I didn't respond, bleeding on the ground from his... training.

"Don't fret though. I will unlock that power of yours, it's just a matter of time," Brain declared.

I glared at him.

"Such anger, such hate. Tsk, Tsk." He clicked his tongue, "You should be grateful I even bothered to teach you at all, you could be down there, working like the rest of the slaves, dying like the rest of them."

I said nothing.

He smirked. "Well, at the very least you have learned to control your tongue. Good boy."

I shivered in anger and disgust at his words. I was going to destroy him, this monster didn't deserve to breathe. Even if it killed me, I was going to kill him.

"Now, let's start from the top shall we?" Brain smiled, walking towards me, his hands glowing. "Defend yourself, or suffer."

"I will send the medics to treat your wounds, once that's done. Come back here to continue," Brain said, before dismissing me and walking away into a different area in the tower.

Once he had left, I sat on the ground, my wounds bleeding into the dirt, as I looked at the Katana in my hands. It felt odd. I had no idea how to describe it, but it... felt like it wasn't what it looked to be, it also felt mine on a fundamental level.

I sighed. This couldn't have been easier, could it?

I guess it doesn't matter, this is a step in the right direction. Besides, now I have something to cut Brain's head off.

At this, I could feel a small nudge of approval coming from my blade.

Huh?

A living weapon perhaps? That would be cool.

Once again, I felt another tug of approval coming from the blade. I was either going insane from the constant torture, or I was getting somewhere with this.

"So, should I name you something?" I asked my blade, tilting my head. "Excalibur perhaps?"

For some bizarre reason, I could almost feel the katana deadpan at me.

"Fine," I grumbled. "Everyone's a critic."

I suppose the name doesn't matter now. Besides, who knows, maybe in time the sword will actually communicate with me, and pick his own name, or help me pick it.

Fingers crossed.

"Lord Brain sent to heal your injuries," I heard someone say, and soon after that, a dozen or so medics entered the training/torture ground.

"Do it quickly, he sounded rather impatient," I spat, letting the medics do their job while keeping my head cool to avoid trying to cut their heads off. It was testing, not gonna lie.

I had to fight with all my strength against that little voice inside my head, telling me to kill them all.

I wasn't ready to take them on, I was still weak, but one day that would change.