After ending his friendship with his so call childhood friends he ran away from the city to get away from the people that he knew. While running he couldn't but hear the voices in his
head. He tries to block the voices but they keep coming back and kept ringing in his head.
He kept running and running and did not look back. All he wanted to do was just get away from
everyone and never wanted to see them.
In the forest, he starts questioning himself on whats the point of living standing near a cliff.
what is the point of living, what's the point of living in a superhuman socity where you can't do anything? You can't help people, you can't save people, you can't be a H̸̹͍̦̥̓ͅĕ̷̢͇̙̼͗̿̈r̷͈̘͈̈̇̓̕o̷̬̣̾̅͜ͅ
Y̷̬̟͔̤͚͓̜̑̀o̴̧͖̥͐̓̓̉͐́ǔ̶̼̥̈́̉ŗ̵̦͍̫̼͕̈̎͜ ̸̧̢̛̰̩̘̱̆͌̃͑̽̊q̶͍̘̱͉͓̲̿͊̎͝ͅu̶̯͋͗͗͂͐͗i̸͍̪̤̭̖̐̇̀̒͠ŗ̴̘̝̞̭̣̈̒ͅk̶̼͗͒̿̿l̸̩̙͖͉͎͊ẽ̸̛͍͕͉̩̙͔̬͛̽̋͌s̵̞̖̙͗͗̀s̸̙̈́̐
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Y̸̖̲̩͓̗̥̩͋̑o̷̹͓̗̰̯͆͜ų̴̯̦͉̖́ ̴̱̻̯̻̮̓c̷̢̛͚͔͕̖͛͊̑̋͜ã̴̲̫͙̟̀̽̋̔͝n̴̖͇͗́̎̀͗̎t̷̥̟̦̤̽̉͜ ̴̛̼̿́̎̐́̂b̶͉̄̉e̸͎̰͖̙̳̖̓ ̸͕͖̬̰̦͎͛̀̀̉̃͆ą̵̰̇͝ ̶͓͈̦̄h̶̡̢̧̼͕̦̆̐̐̔̏̉͠e̴̡̫͚̠̍̎͛͂̓́̕r̶̲̺̻͓͋͜o̴̬̬͈̼̞͊͋̓̅͝ ̶̼̹̣͉̭̥͕́̓͗w̴͚̙̝̒̆̅i̶͓̊t̸͕̺̽͋h̸̗̯͉̄̈͌̕͘͠o̸̠͍̓̀̕͠u̸͍͙̰̖͈̔͑t̷͓͉̠́͒͑͆͛̄͜͠ ̸̞̖̝̟͕͆́̍̒͌̆͝ä̴͇̌̽͘̚ ̷̧̙͔̗̣͍̣͠q̸̧̥̑̇̑̌̇͘͠u̸̧̻͔̬͎͍̲̅̆̓͛̂ì̶̛̲͖͉͍̼̑̀́̕r̸͔͔̓͑̈̈́͜͝ḳ̴̈͘
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Y̸̠͝o̸̘̫̫̟̓͛̈́̋u̵̳̐͂̄̋̇̌̓ ̸̡͎̱̙͌͒͛͘w̴̩̣͋̏i̷̖̤͒͑̽̓̏͘͝l̴̛̙̗̣̰̮̓̐́ļ̷̭̣̳͚̫͂ ̶͙̎̋̐̾͌̈́ǹ̸̨͔͚͇͕̹̍̅́̃̚͘e̶͔̖̝̥̓̿̌̈͘͝ͅv̵̧̬͛͂̋̉͘ȇ̵̢̅̃ṛ̴̡͇̙̣̚ ̶̻̫̜̿̈́̕ͅb̶̳̳͙̫̈́̄͋̈́͑̈́̕ẹ̸̡̮̖́ ̴̲̥̩̱̯̀̂̆̅̋ả̸͕̌̃͝ ̵̺̲̻̫̻̪̑̃̀̕͝h̸̛̤̘̫̬͇̒̍̈́̈́e̷̟͌̃r̴̭͕̬͒̔̐͐͋o̴͈̮͑́̒̍͝
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Y̶͉͙̪̺͍͇͑̇̒̊́̕͝ͅo̴͙͙͖͐͋͋̀̈́̚̚u̴̫͚̠̓̊͒͛̈̕͝ ̵̨͓͇̟͕̈́̕c̸͗̉̋̚͜ả̴̡͙̜̦̫͐̊̈́̉n̵̦͒͐͗̀t̸̫̳̯͔͉̀̈́͂́̀͘̚ ̸̰̳̝̘̝̀̓͜b̵̙̘̤͓̲̓́̄̈́̚͝e̴͖̅ ̴̖̪̬̩͍̾̈́ͅą̶̨̧̢̮̬́̓̿̀̇̍ ̶͕̇̏̀̚h̴̤̀̉̄͊͠e̵̜͉̠̍r̸̞͈̗̠̦̦̆̊̍̕o̷̯͕͍̬̐̔͑̇̇̐͝ ̷̢̦̱̤͈̝͆͋̔̈̆
the voices kept going and going he was almost going to jump but something flash in his eyes.
When his eyes flashed he saw a glowing cave with a dark blue color with blue gems and blue
flowers.
But one thing stood out to him the most and it was a mysterious katana inside. The katana was out from its sheath in the open. The katana had a unique wave-like tipper and edge coming up from the spine from the tsuba with a color pattern of black, yellow, and blue.
Tokioka had blank eyes as he kept walking. But he wonders... what does this have to do with anything? After a while, he made it to the cave. The entrance was surrounded by pink glowing
trees. When he got inside it was just like how he saw it with glowing blue gems and the
blue flowers.
He kept walking... and walking... until he made it. And saw the katana before him with the same wave-like tipper of the sword sitting in the open outside of his scabbard with a white moon pattern mixed with blue on the sheath. The handle had the same color mix of black, yellow, and blue.
A bit of shine comes back to Tokioka as looks at the sword in awe wondering what happen and why he walked here.
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It was almost as if the sword was waiting.
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Waiting for someone...
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Waiting for a wielder.
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Blue walks up and reaches out with his left arm to grab the handle and raises the in front of him.
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And with just one touch the sword changes color as a dark shadowy blue blade.