the breeze felt nice brushing against my skin and the smell from the fields below me overpowering everything else, this, this is my spot to relax, where i go to get away from it all, looking down from the hill im on i can forget about the rest of the world, it also has the benefit of being isolated from others and plenty of trees and wildlife for training, as i turn my head i see my newest victim out of the corner of my eye, a deer, or what was a deer, hanging from a tree with chunks missing everywhere and slash marks all over, i do not train the traditional way preferring to have something vaguely humanoid to perfect my skills on, the sword given to me by my parents mere weeks before their death glistens in the blood of the deer but i can feel it, there is something evil about that blade, this feeling of blood lust emanating from it is unnatural, but the power i feel when wielding it is unimaginable and addictive, as if the blade is coaxing me to make more blood spill to leave a longer trail of corpses and for the most part i listen, slaughtering anything in my wake that is not of use to me, my hatred drives me but makes me weak to the blades power. i was not always this way, i was once an energetic child with barely a care in the world but my world was shattered that one faithful night when the blood mist clan sent one of the worlds most famous assassins after my parents, now he was my target, the assassin they call the bloody butcher, the most feared man to come out of the blood mist clan in over 200 years, some rumors said he was immortal while others say he killed his entire family by the age of five, hundreds of rumors had spread about him over the years but with his real identity unknown who was to say what was rumor and what was fact. but i vow i will be the one to finally end his reign of terror even if i have to leave a trail of blood from heaven to hell he will die and it will be by my hand.
standing back up i notice a wild pig casually trotting through some trees nearby "perfect for my next target" with that said as barely more than a whisper i slowly draw a throwing knife from my belt and with careful precision i embed it into the head of the beast before it even sees it coming. i stroll over and grab the dead animal by its back legs and drag it back over to my training tree, cutting the deers remains loose, i string the big up, hanging so its about head hight, and draw my sword i start to channel my power into the blade feeling it hum with the power i swing, still several meters away from the beast and shout "SLASH OF THE ABYSS" and watch in a sustained awe as a black wave leaves the blade slicing into the side of the dead pig leaving a gouge through to the other side and then to further my excitement the flesh that had been freshly carved starts to rot and decay before my eyes, my face lights up in excitement as i realise that it finally worked, i finally perfected my new attack. i continue to hack away at the dangling lump of flesh before finally readying myself for my ultimate attack, with as much power as i can channel into the blade i point it at my left elbow joint and press hard enough to draw blood, then flicking my arm forward carving a line down the length of my arm i scream "THOUSAND DEATH REDEMPTION!" and ignoring the pain in my arm i watch as the blood sprayed by the cut on my arm is flung towards the pig carcass, growing in size and hardening into spears of blood which once impacted into the pig have a second delay before exploding into hundreds of spikes of blood from inside the pig effectively tearing it to pieces. i drop to my knees panting from the exertion as the blood pours down my left arm but the satisfied yet slightly evil smirk never leaves my face as i imagine what i can do to the butcher, the pain i can inflict upon him as i extract my vengeance.