The Legend Will Never Die: Part Ten "Edge Master the Master of Blades"

By: Anita

Edge Master the Master of Blades

Edge Master looked at Kilik.

"Kilik, there is nothing more that I can teach you. I know that you want to save Xianghua, but I can not help you. This is your journey, and you must discover the secret of this mysterious power on your own. Train and become stronger, and one day you will save her."

"I understand, Master. I will travel around the globe and find out the answers to my questions. I will leave you know, Master. Thank you for all that you have taught me." Kilik bowed to his teacher and left.

'I thought that I would be able to heal the wounds from my past when I took that boy as my pupil, but the evil will never die. I must take matters into my own hands.' Edge Master decided. Without a look back, he picked up his belongings and resumed the journey he had believed he had ended years ago.

'There is only one person who can help me now, and I know exactly where to find him.'

Edge Master had been travelling for days, but the old man was not tired yet. He may have been old in age, but his body and mind were still quite young in spirit.

Edge Master had spent the most recent years of his life perfecting his style in all of the world's weapons. He had hidden from the terror of Soul Edge and had trained harder than he ever had in his life, but one day, a young man had found his hideaway and asked to be trained. The man had the legendary Kali-Yuga and Dvarpa-Yuga, and had come a long way to find Edge Master. Hoping to fix his mistakes, Edge Master decided to train Kilik.

Edge Master had believed that Kilik would take his place as the hope to defeat Soul Edge's power, but when Kilik had returned and told him of Chaos and the capture of his young friend, Xianghua, Edge Master knew that he had to step in.

The Krita-Yuga, which was the sword that Xianghua used, was capable of incredible power, and if the evils of Soul Edge discovered how to manipulate this power, the world was truly doomed. Edge Master needed to get help from the only other person who knew more about Soul Edge than he did.

'I must go to the Colosseum. He will be there...'

Edge Master entered the grand Colosseum. It was a large battle arena used to test the strength of an individual in tournaments.

The battle area was surrounded by the clearest of water. There were flowing fountains everywhere, and a tall ceremonial flame was situated atop the high peak of the stadium. Edge Master was ready to fight.

"All competitors prepare to battle. We will begin the matches now. They will take place on the main battlefield."

Edge Master stood in front of his opponent.

"I will not be easy on you because you are an elder. I am here to win!" the opponent shouted.

"Young man, you are wise to not underestimate me, but I will not lose!" Edge Master informed.

The young man took out his sword and brandished it.

"What weapon will you use, old man?" he asked.

"The weapon choice is not important, it is the spirit of the fighter that is to be feared. I will fight with the same weapon as you. We will see who's style has truly been perfected." Edge Master took out a sword very similar to the young man's, and the battle began.

Edge Master continually defeated the young, hopeful fighters that he was pitted against. This unknown fighter took the tournament by storm, winning each match with the same weapon as his opponent.

Soon enough, the final match was determined. Edge Master had finally found who he was looking for.

"The final match will be between Edge Master and Cervantes."

"Edge Master? Is that what you call yourself these days?" Cervantes asked with a demeaning laugh.

"Cervantes, I need your help. From one friend to another..." Edge Master stated, quickly getting to the point.

"Friend? Friend! Is that what we are?" Cervantes asked, laughing once again.

"Cervantes, only you know how to stop the evil of Soul Edge, You are the only one who has heard its thoughts. The world will be destroyed, along with you, if nothing is done to stop this power."

"Why should I help a world that has left me hollow? The only thing that will satisfy me is owning Soul Edge again." Cervantes growled.

"Cervantes..." Edge Master started, lower his voice in full seriousness, "I have never asked a favour of you before. If I had not been there that day, you would never have found Soul Edge in the first place! We are the reason that this evil is loose, and now we must stop it."

"As you wish, but first... forfeit the match." Cervantes said with a grin.

"Heh. Your pride is definitely that of a fighter."

Cervantes and Edge Master stood outside of the Colosseum. Edge Master had shocked the crowd when he forfeited, but he had been able to dodge any suspicious questions.

"Now, Cervantes, when you were under the control of Soul Edge, did it ever tell you about it's plans for the Krita-Yuga?" Edge Master asked.

"The Krita-Yuga? I do not remember anything about the Krita-Yuga, but the sword was very adamant that I find the... the Soul Calibur." Cervantes replied, as he slowly began to remember.

"Soul Calibur..." Edge Master whispered in fear. "It is worse than I thought."

"Well, you can try as hard as you want to destroy the Soul Edge, but once you weaken it, I will be right there to take it back. I will own the greatest power once again." Cervantes growled and was off.

'Soul Calibur... are the legends true?' Edge Master thought. 'This is much deeper than I could have ever imagined, but I will not let the world see the terror of the apocalypse. I must work quickly!'

As Edge Master pondered, he felt a terrible evil presence. The powerful eye of Soul Edge was watching him.

THE END?