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₊˚.༄ God Complex CHAPTER THREE: ( the sword that became human. )
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"i'll be your slaughter,your killing floor, your morgue and final resting."
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"Again," Seira's demanding voice barked at the boy.
It had been several months since Aki and Seira had been paired together. Grueling as it may have been at first, slowly with time, the two had learned the others quirks, and set boundaries that made it manageable to be around one another. Although, the training Seira had put the boy through was certainly not something that got easier with time.
Sword training, along with any combat training, was not something Aki thought he needed. Seira had thought other wise though, and a week after being acquainted with each other she had taken him up the mountains to an abounded shrine. He thought she was going to kill him, for she didn't dare answer his pestering questions on the way there, but once they reached the court yard and he was thrown a sword he knew what she was ordering him to do.
He had protested the idea at first, telling her he didn't need training, and she simply retaliated by swinging her sword down on him, sending him flying back and hitting the arc of the shrine. The wind was swiftly taken from his lungs, stolen like a mans last breath. His whole back surged with electrifying pain and the ringing in his ears made it difficult to focus the rest of the day. She never bothered to heal, nor check up on the boy, for he had quickly found out that pain was yet another form of training to her. She was a sadist, and he swore he'd get back at her one day for this.
