Trials of a Pure

Chapter 3: The Sword's True Power

852145632589 cleanly sliced a goblin in half vertically with his large sword. Behind him, numerous goblin corpses were strewn across the landscape. Giant spiders were gathered around each one, taking whatever meat they could from the fresh dead. The bones of stripped carcases were all that remained after the spiders were through. During his training session, 852145632589 had made it to a small village at the other end of the road. All of the buildings were made of dark gray stone. The familiar shouts of bartering were heard from the southernmost building. Men in gray suits could be seen patrolling the front entrance to the building. Across the street was a two story building and a small field of grass beside it. A woman was peacefully sipping tea on the edge of the field that met the structure. Just past the building was a small marketplace with three carts facing the center of the plaza. Two carts were covered with array of seeds and one had toy horses and plates with dragons painted on.

The sun was beginning to set as 852145632589 walked into the town. He could now see numerous woodsmen chopping off slices of tress with leaves draped over their branches behind the southern building. Past the trees there was a tower offshore to the southern horizon. Two legs in gray pants stuck out from the tree closest to the plaza. Through the open door of the two-story building, he saw an old man in a blue paper hat immersed in studies. The room around the man was cluttered with various books and maps, some of which scattered on the red carpet.

852145632589 walked into the southernmost building. Inside were various booths with tellers dressed in gray like the ones outside. In front of the tellers were wooden booths. People occasionally dropped off logs in the cylinder on the far side. 852145632589 walked up to the booth closest to him and asked to open his account. A familiar chest was brought to the booth. He opened it and everything he left inside was exactly how he left it. Inside he stored the spoils of his training, 167 gold coins, some stones with white markings on them, and a small strange sculpture with the same marking on it. After he was finished, he looked inside the chest at the wrapped sword. "I've been training for hours on end," he thought, "I should definitely be ready for whatever 'devastating effects' Bobu-san warned me of."

852145632589 drew the sword from the chest and unwrapped the fur. The large square of fur removed from the sword was placed in the chest along with his other sword. The sword he drew was a brighter shade of gray than his other one. The hilt was mildly decorated with small amounts of gold. He closed the chest and the teller put it back from where it was taken. 852145632589 propped the sword against his shoulder, and walked out of the bank.

The moon was out when 852145632589 left, but the sword seemed to glow a small amount. He walked in the direction he came from, hoping to seek refuge in the distant castle, not paying attention to where he walked in the darkness. The area around him was more heavily wooded than the road. He heard voices coming from the right, and immediately readied his sword. A lantern was lit close by, and he could see a sign next to a wooden door that read "JAIL" in large letters. He didn't have time to react before large, muscular figures carrying maces surrounded him. "You lost, kid?" inquired one of the figures in a thug-like voice.

"Who cares?" Replied another in an enraged tone, "I say we kill first, ask questions later."

Before he knew it, 852145632589 was forced to fend off his assailants. He swung repeatedly at them, only to have them cast his blows aside with their maces. "This is too easy," jeered one of the figures, "I almost feel sorry for him."

852145632589, heavily exhausted, dropped down to one knee, at the mercy of the falling maces. He was about to be wiped out when his sword's glow intensified. He unconsciously spun around, letting the weight of the sword extend his arms outward. The figures maces broke open when they tried to block the spinning strike. In a panic, they stepped away from the swirling guillotine. The spinning became faster and faster, until a tornado touched down where 852145632589 spun, his speed matching the tornado's. Everything in the area was blown away. The figures were blown back into the newly splintered trees, each being impaled in the chest or neck. The prison collapsed on itself and bricks were caught in the tornado and flung in various directions. A woman's scream came from the doomed structure.

The tornado receded as the spinning stopped. A small fire appeared where the ruins of the prison were. A figure in a stained brown cape came out from the rubble, and ran off towards the castle. The light of multiple lanterns appeared to come out from underground in the distance. 852145632589 knew that he had to get away, but he was in very bad condition. Blood was leaking out of his skull and his right arm was in severe pain. He could barely stand up, but he managed to move slowly towards the distant castle. Before long, his vision became dark and hazy, and the pain from his wounds forced him to fall face first in the dirt. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a pair of bright pink boots running towards him.


Short chapter? I didn't notice. Don't worry, I have plenty of ideas for chapter 4. You can be sure that it'll be longer.

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