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THE ETERNAL SWORDSMAN

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Hiruko Kyotetsu thought he was nothing more than a reckless boy with speed in his veins and failure in his grades. But when a blade of pure moonlight falls into his hands, he is dragged into a world far beyond human understanding, a world ruled not by kings or gods, but by Karma Energy. This hidden force shapes reality itself, binding life, death, and destiny. Those who can wield it carve their names into history. Those who cannot are devoured. As Hollowkind, monstrosities born from humanity’s darkest emotions, tear through the veil of reality, Hiruko is thrust into a war of blood and shadows. But survival is not enough. To master Karma Energy, he must shatter his limits, bleed, and fight his way into a realm where strength is everything and hesitation is death. Blades will clash. Blood will flow. And Hiruko will learn that the path of the Eternal Swordsman is not about saving the world. It is about rewriting it. DISCORD: tadashimaster_2000 E-MAIL:[email protected] Patreon:https://patreon.com/TADASHI2000?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
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Chapter 1 - A Blade from the Moon

THE ETERNAL SWORDSMAN

Prologue : A Blade from the Moon

The lanterns of Tetsuryūryū Dojo swayed in the midnight breeze, their golden glow painting shifting shadows across the courtyard. Hiruko Kyotetsu sprinted past them, his sneakers skidding on the flagstones as he vaulted the front step. Royal-blue hair, untamed and spiked from the wind, caught the lanternlight, shimmering like ocean waves under moonlight.

"Damn it, late again." He muttered, tugging his gym bag higher on his shoulder. His lungs burned, but not from exhaustion he had enough stamina to outpace the track team for laps. It was just his sensei's temper he dreaded.

Inside, the dojo smelled of polished wood, chalk, and the faint iron tang of sweat. Students were already kneeling in neat rows, their white uniforms crisp and spotless. Hiruko barged in, shirt untucked, shoes still on. Sensei Siete's brows drew low and sharp.

"Kyotetsu!" the man barked, voice slicing the quiet like a blade. "Tardiness is weakne