BLUE SLIVER LOVE (Soul Land 1) •Rewrite•

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As daylight broke through the calm locality of the city the scene of the morning coming to life with people beginning their daily activities is shifted to a rather peculiar environment.

In the tranquil allure of the forest, with the soft light of dawn filtering through the trees,Lixue Ling, a young boy not more than eight years of age stood poised swinging a sword in his hand with effortless ease.

With his eyes covered with a blindfold which obscured his vision the rustling leaves and distant bird songs seemed to be his only companion. 

The calm winds seemed to move gracefully along side the slender boy who wielded the  sword made of ice, adoring him and his swift movements with it's gentle breeze.

Elegance.

If there was ever a word which could describe the scene which unfolded then that would be it.

The whole sequence made it look as if he was dancing. A truly mesmerizing display unfolded. Spectacular and endearing. With calculated precision and a serene  determination, Lixue moved with a fluid grace, his senses heightened by the absence of his sight.

Every movement was deliberate, every step taken with accuracy, as if he was guided by an unseen force. The sound of the wind whispering through the trees and the subtle shifts in the forest's ambiance became his guide. This was a routine he was used to. An routine imbedded into his very subconscious and now  proved to be nothing more than muscle memory.

The sword, an extension of his being, danced through the air in intricate patterns, each swing imbued with an otherworldly finesse. His snowy hair swayed with his movements, a stark contrast against the verdant backdrop of the forest and despite his lack of vision, Lixue displayed an unparalleled mastery in the art of the sword. His movements spoke for themselves. Making clear about his dedication and skill.

Lixue's mind was focused, his senses attuned to the slightest disturbance in the environment. In perfect synchrony with the natural rhythm of the vast green, his movements flowed seamlessly, each strike an elegant extension of himself. With each swing, his sword sliced through the air, a mesmerizing dance of skill and precision.

Accentuating the elegance of his figure the gentle zephyrs continued to caress his slender form, lifting strands of his long white hair in the most breathtaking way.

His icy-blue eyes, hidden behind the blindfold, remained focused, as if sensing the environment through a sixth sense of some sort and as the morning breeze swirled around him, the rustling leaves seemed to harmonize with the swift arcs of his sword.

His body moved with a manner that seemed almost impossible, an embodiment of serenity amidst the awakening forest.

A sudden disruption in the tranquil atmosphere immediately caught the attention of Lixue as barrages of arrows whistled through the air toward him thus interrupting his extensive practice.

Reacting swiftly, Lixue dodged the first volley with unparalleled agility, effortlessly evading the deadly projectiles. He jumped, body rolling in the air as the arrows struck ground.

Things, however were far from over as a second wave of arrows loomed upon him but this time from multiple directions. With their trajectory leaving no clear path to evade, Lixue found himself surrounded.

Now with no means of escape, he made a split-second decision. Turning to face the incoming onslaught, Lixue stood his ground, his expression calm yet resolute beneath the blindfold. The rustling leaves and the morning breeze seemed to hold their breath, creating an eerie silence as he braced himself for the imminent barrage and like ravaging beast the arrows descended upon him like a deadly rain, each shaft aimed with lethal accuracy.