章 73: Mordred Vs. Argen pt.2

(A long time ago)

"Hah…" A boy with golden blonde hair and a fair face sighed as he swung the sword again. "Mother why do I have to train like this?" He asked looking at the figure wearing a hood and covering her body with a robe.

"Are you complaining my dear mordred?" She asked as the room began to get hot, a small ball of fire appearing at her hand.

"N-No mother, I just want to know when I am ready to complete my destiny…" Mordred said smiling his fake smile as his mom, Morgana, calmed down.

"I see…" She said seeming to think before disappearing and reappearing at his side, grabbing him by the hand and doing the same thing again, this time appearing at a small village.

"Mordred, you are a master at the techniques, I dare say you're the greatest swordsman in the land, but talent means nothing when you face a genius, do you understand?"

Mordred nodded, knowing what came if he didn't understand. He had the scars from when he didn't understand something, and when his mother got too drunk and raped him, as he looked like his father a little too much.

"Good, kill every single thing in this place with a beating heart, when you are done burn it all to the ground, I will show you how to beat a genius…"

Mordred nodded and ran into the village, swinging his sword at the neck of every human he came across.

Blood splattered against his clothes and many bells rang in alarm as he made his way through four different houses.

"You!" A guard said raising his sword in challenge before his head fell from his shoulders.

'Kill Kill Kill…' Was all Mordred was able to think as he sliced through the men, women, and children.

"Hah… I get it Mother, these people were not able to win as they couldn't beat someone of higher caliber, I am great full for this lesson…"

Mordred bowed in front of his mother as she smiled and pushed him to the ground using magic.

His eyes dulled as his clothes were torn apart from magic, his hands sunk into the stone to keep him from moving as his mother jumped on top of him, rubbing her privates against his as she took off her robe.

"Oh Arthur… Why would you leave me," She said as she forced her lips onto her sons.

The only sign of Mordred being alive was the small tear falling down from his cheek.

'Die… Die… Die,' He thought as he felt the wet warm sensation pressing against his body…

——

*Whoosh*

Argen barely dodged the blade, only for it to slice against his cheek as he moved even farther back.

"You took Caliburn, a sword that is rightfully mine, give it back," Mordred said as his half burnt face scrunched and his greasy messy blonde hair fell in front of his face.

"Give it back? What are you? An idiot?" Argen said as he rushed forward, aiming his fist at Mordred's throat before stopping mid punch and jumping to the side, only for his attempt to be for nothing as the sword came slicing into his chest.

It wasn't a deep cut, but it was enough to sting. "Geez, I fucking hate swordsman," Argen said gritting his teeth as his wound healed and jumping back toward the throne.

"As well…" Argen heard from behind him, entirely too close to his ear. He should have noticed an attack coming from behind, especially if they were this close.

"I as well," Mordred's cold voice said as he stabbed the sword through Argen's back, stabbing into the left lung and slicing it out toward the right.

Argen spat out blood as he fell to the ground, his eyes widened as he didn't expect to get hit by such a fatal attack.

"All that boasting and talking crap, but you had less action than a bathhouse whore…" Mordred said as he looked down on Argen.

"Don't look down on me, I hate it when people look down on me…" Argen said as his wounds healed, on the outside at least, he could feel his left lung healing much slower than any other wound.

Argen fought through the pain as he kicked up, aiming for Mordreds chest.

"Nice try," Mordred said as he kicked Argen forward, slamming the boy into the dirt.

"Hey, stop doing that, acting cocky and shit won't save you… Because now I'm really mad…" Argen said as he ripped his shirt off and burst toward Mordred, kicking dirt toward the man and gathering red energy at his fist.

'Destroy!' He thought as he slammed his fist into something. "Well… There goes my sword," Mordred said as he let go of his blade and let Argen slam his fist into it, destroying the sword into a million pieces.

Argen wasn't done though as he swiftly turned on the ball of his foot and moved his hand on the shattered pieces, throwing them toward Mordred using his full force.

"I expected better from a God Slayer, how disappointing, perhaps I had nothing to worry about then out in Other realm," Mordred said to himself as he dodged the shattered pieces, slamming his fist into Argen's left side.

The pain flared again as Argen felt his ribs break, three of them stabbing into his left lung that was still healing.

"Ahh!" Argen yelled out of pain and frustration as he jumped back, blood dripping from his mouth as he felt Asfalis healing as much damage as he could.

'I'm not immortal, I can't die here though, that would be a waste of so much potential…' Argen thought to himself as he smiled a little.

"The thing about me is… I don't miss when I'm using projectiles, From bullets, to arrows… To even tiny little sword pieces…" Argen smirked as he saw the 5 needle like pieces of metal rip through the flesh of Mordred.

"Phew, maybe all that training was worth it," Mordred said slightly surprised as he saw the needles bury into his skin. They didn't make it far though as his muscles under his robe were far too dense.

"Argen you said it was? I shall remember your name after you di-" Mordred stopped as he looked at the scarred and bloodied Argen for the first time since he had injured him.

"What are those? Why are you so scarred boy?" Mordred asked stepping back a little as he ripped the needles out of his body.

Argen was taken aback by this as he had gotten used to the scars he had. Even Asfalis hadn't been able to remove them, so he had just accepted they would always be there.

Argen looked into Mordreds eyes for the first time since ripping the hood off. Instead of the terrifyingly strong man he had expected, he saw a scared and Scarred little boy, complete with blank eyes that said he had given up…

'He's…' Argen thought as they looked at each other.

'He's…' Mordred thought as he looked at Argen properly for the first time.

'Just like me.'

——

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