We enter a world. A world like no other. One which is so barren, no plants nor living creatures can ever hope to survive. One which is always cloudy and dark. One with a constant sound that haunts. A sound that never stops and is always heard in the distance, a sound like clockwork, "Tick...Tick...Tick...", it slowly continues, never stopping nor resting.
If you take a closer look, the world isn't barren, however its littered with something, everywhere and anywhere, every inch of land is covered. It isn't buildings or any structures. However with closer inspection, it seems to be some kind of weapon, more specifically, a sword. The world is covered with swords. All types of them, long swords, short swords, single-edge, double-edge its all here.
Yet an even closer look reveals something more, in the middle of this strange world stood a hill, and upon this hill stood a forge and using the forge was a man. The man had blond hair and a pale complexion . The man is wearing some type of body armor which covers his lower neck all the way down to his ankles. The armor doesn't cover both his shoulders and his arms. He appears to be wearing combat boots which is black in color. His armor too is black. The most noticeable thing about this man however wasn't his attire nor his hair color, it was his eyes. The man had silver eyes, but it was dull, like the man had seen hell himself and lived through it.
Standing there, the man was using the forge. He was forging a blade, rather the man looks like he is, it was like he was waiting for something. Using the forge the man continued to forge, never ending, never resting, like clockwork, he continued to forge. Like a machine he hammered away, blow after blow, he continued to shape and create the blade.
Suddenly a loud sound could be heard through the noise of forging, a sound that was emitted from the world itself. A loud "PING" echoed through. Hearing this, the man stopped, then the man smiled. The smile however was not sad nor warm, rather it was a cruel smirk. With a final blow, he finished his weapon. The weapon is revealed to be a white blade with a black hilt. The blade was flawless in every way, the sharpness, the weight, the sturdiness it was all flawless. Yet the man knew it had one flaw, it was fake, he should know, he made it.
With the blade forged, the man stabbed it into the ground, right next to its counterpart, a black blade with box-shapped patten and a black hilt. With the blade embedded into the earth, the man stood and took a look around him. His eyes scanned every part of this wasted land. A rotting world. The man took a deep breath and with another loud "PING" the man disappeared. However even with the man gone, the world still continued like clockwork, "Tick,...tick...tick...".
Then without warning, 7 weapons fall from the sky and embedded themselves into the earth. A giant hammer,a pair of automatic pistols with sickle-like blades, a pair of Dual Ranged Shot Gauntlets, a black cleaver with a long black ribbon attach to it, a single white rapier, a giant red scythe and finally a red and bronze spear.
As a breeze past an oath could be heard in the wind. A vow made in betrayal and anger, a vow made for revenge and justice.
"From the weakest to the strongest,
from the fastest to the slowest,
from the innocent to the guilty,
I will erase them all,
to have a world in which their is no pain,
no hatred and no wars,
I will kill, destroy and tear down anyone who dares stand in my way,
there is only one path and no other choices,
to reach my dreams and crush my foes,
I will fight because
My Whole World Is Unlimited Blade Works"
Well hi! Its my first time writing a story and posting it online, so any comments are welcomed cause...I don't really have any experience in this, so my grammar and some spelling may be wrong. Anyways, thank you for reading! Till next time!