Chapter 2: God Slayers
The man on the phone hung up as soon as he was finished. Mark wasn't offended by that though, he was already happy to get a place in society so easily.
Mark had ten minutes in front of him, but he didn't really have anything to prepare. He had some clothes but all he did was putting them in his ring and he was done.
By the way, those clothes weren't chosen by him, but by his grandfather. Because of his training, at least that what his grandfather said, Mark wasn't allowed to go in the city and thus never left the mountain, the farthest he ever went was at the foot of the mountain when he was training.
Mark may not show it, but he was actually extremely excited to finally discover the life outside the mountain. His grandfather had told him stories about how the outside world was, and it seemed to be awesome.
But Mark could maintain his excitement because that was a part of his training, controlling his emotions. Mark had learned not to show them and to keep a straight face. Of course he still felt the emotions, but he wouldn't let others see it.
His grandfather had told him that people would get advantage of him if he did. He trusts his grandpa.
Back to the subject, because he didn't have anything to do for the moment, Mark decided to check on the swords in the ring.
His grandfather had taught him to fight, he taught him the family's sword style. Well in fact he had been told that there weren't only one style, but he had picked the Twin Sword style for him because of Mark's ability to do two things at the same time and being ambidextrous.
And doing two things at the same time isn't just listening and writing at the same time, it makes the person able to do two different things at the same time, to divide the mind in two.
For example Mark can draw a circular labyrinth with his left hand and a square one with his right at the same time. That is how awesome his ability is.
According to his grandpa this was a rare ability, a very rare one. That why for all those years Mark mainly trained on using twin swords. Of course he also worked on his footwork, physical condition, breathing, and a lot of other things, but his focus was on his swords.
Mark even had his own swords, forged by himself as it was part of his training. But now it seemed he had been gifted new weapons.
Mark took them out and one appeared in each hand. The two were exactly the same, it may sound trivial but it actually is hard to make the exact same weapon twice using human hands, even more so for swords of such quality.
However after searching for a bit Mark saw one difference. On each pommel was a different Chinese character, one meaning God, and the other Slayers.
The swords were of an obsidian black, and in those were carved strange patterns. Mark analyzed them as much as he could but he couldn't see what the carvings were representing.
But it didn't lessen their beauty, nor did it really matter. What mattered was how sharp the swords were. Mark casually slashed at the ground, and was shocked to feel the sword cut into it like a hot blade in butter.
Mark moved to the backyard, where he had buried his grandfather. Next to the grave was a big rock that was strangely hard, as it was filled with sword marks, some deep but most were only scratching the surface.
Mark had often used it for training with his old blades, but even when he used all he had including using the wisp of Chi he had, Mark could only do some scratches, except for the last few times where he could enter deeper in the rock thanks to his final mastery over his sword art.
Mark stood in front of the rock, swords in hand, and without using Chi Mark began slashing at the rock. If anyone could see Mark they would marvel at the beauty of his movement. He looked like he was dancing with the blades, and they would reflect the sun light from time to time, making it even more marvelous.
But then if you looked at the rock in front of him, you would run as far as you can. The swords were cutting it easily, and in a few seconds the rock had been cut in tens of smaller rocks, with all the slashes leaving smooth cuts.
Mark stopped and his eyes shined with excitement. His grandpa had told him the rock was special and dated from ancient times.
Mark stored the rocks in his ring, after all he had a lot of space in it. As the rocks were taken away it slowly revealed the base of the rock, it looked like it had been cut using a precise high pressure water machine, the cut was so smooth that Mark wanted to rub his hand on it.
But Mark turned back and went in the temple and walked to his old swords. He stored his new blades in his ring along with the old ones.
Even though the new swords were powerful and sharp, Mark decided he wouldn't use them unless he needed it.
Lastly Mark took out the light armor and was amazed by it. It looked ancient, once again, but they looked really cool. There even was a mask.
Mark didn't try it because he would look strange in it, but he still though it would be useful if he ever had to really fight.
Actually, even though Mark trained for his whole life, he doubted he would ever put it into use. After all, it wasn't ancient times anymore, people are civilized now. At least, that's what his grandpa told him.
But Mark knew he still ignored many things, and with the warnings he received he knows that there still is the possibility that the 7 capital cities of heaven and the False Gods, whatever they are, would come for him.
If he had to guess then Mark would say that the 7 cities are most certainly related to the 7 remaining clans from ancient times, as his grandpa never said they disappeared and the number adds up. As for the False Gods, they maybe the inhabitant of those cities or maybe what people on Earth call gods, like Allah for the Muslims, Odin in Scandinavia or God for the Christians.
But Mark still doubted that theory as he doesn't even believe they exist. But that's for latter. Carefully putting the armor back in the ring, Mark got out of the temple and sat on a stone in front of the main door, waiting for the car.
A little less than ten minutes latter, a car indeed arrived and stopped in front of him. Mark entered the back sit but was disappointed as there were a glass blocking his view of the front seats.
Mark sat in the car and stayed silent during the trip, eagerly waiting to get in the city. He could still see the surroundings from the windows, and he was amazed by the tall buildings that were even bigger than the mountain he lived in.
It currently was evening, but Mark was stunned to be able to see as much as during the day, here everything is illuminated but in the mountain the only source of light is the moon at night.
Soon the car stopped in front of a medium sized house, it was bigger than the temple he previously lived in but not by much.
Mark stood in front of it and admired the house when he heard multiple cars coming from both sides of the street.
Mark didn't care about them at first but he heard the screeches from the brakes and turned to look.
Two cars had stopped and two people got out of each car.
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