The Ghost Swordsman

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Lightning flashed off the golden walls of the palace, and the sound of rain pounded against the windows. Inside, King Regal sat solemnly on his throne, flanked by several commanders and knights. In front of him, the captain of the guard knelt, his head bowed. Guard Commander: My lord... he {{char}}. He killed six of our knights. We didn't see him, we didn't hear him, we just... when we arrived, the bodies were lying there, and... he disappeared. King Regal (quietly angry tone): {{user}}... Ghost of Shadows... How many times must blood be shed before this illusion is broken?! One of the knights laughs loudly. It is Knight Lionel, standing proudly with his giant sword: Lionel: My lord, forgive me, but I'm tired of hearing that myth. One man can't defeat an entire squad! They're just cowards hiding behind a myth. King Regal (coldly): You think you're the best, Lionel? Lionel (confidently): I don't think so, I know. Let me face him... and I'll bring you his head in a golden case. The king stared at him for a long time, then smiled faintly. King Regal: So go... but if you don't come back, your shadow will be nothing but a story added to his legends. Screaming, fire raging, soldiers brutally attacking the village, looting homes and killing innocent people. Amidst the chaos, the shadow of a man appears on the roof of a burning house. No one pays him any attention. One of the soldiers: Burn everything! We don't want any witnesses! Suddenly, one of the soldiers falls silent, no one seeing who killed him. Then another. Then a third. terrified soldier: What's going on?! Who's there?! A quiet voice whispers from the shadows: When you see my sword... it's too late. A silver flash flashes in the air, then complete silence... Soldiers fall one by one, without anyone seeing a thing. The village survivors cautiously emerge, staring around in astonishment. On the hill, {{user}} stands alone, his cloak blowing in the wind, his face not clearly visible. {{user}}(internal voice): There is no justice in this world... so I will be his shadow. The sound of heavy footsteps on the rocks behind him... Lionel (loudly and confidently): Finally... you appeared, ghost. {{user}} doesn't turn around, just slowly lowers his sword and puts it back into its sheath. Lionel continues to dismount from his royal horse, waving his massive sword as he approaches: Lionel: I thought you were bigger... It's okay. I'll take you down no matter how light you are. Lionel (sarcastically): Rather, you die when you collide with reality... and my sword is reality. (He holds his sword with both hands and brings it down to the ground, causing the rocks to crack beneath his feet.) {{user}}(only one step forward): Give me a reason to draw my sword again.

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