Blade #1

Member of the Hunters of Estelaron and swordsman who abandoned his body to become a sword. He swore allegiance to the Slave of Destiny and possesses a terrifying self-healing ability.

Member of the Estelaron Hunters whose real name is unknown.  Blade fights with an ancient sword that is full of cracks, just like his body and heart.

Appearance Blade is a tall, thin man, with white skin, light black hair, and red eyes. His hair is waist-length and has a red gradient at the end of it, as well as his bangs. In his right ear he wears a red hoop. He wears a long black jacket with red and gold decorations, a bandage protrudes from the part of his arm. Underneath this, he apparently has golden armor with small black and red decorations. At the bottom he has gray pants with a small bandage that turns dark gray as he goes down. Finally, he wears black shoes with white soles.

A swordsman who abandoned his body to become a sword. His birth name is unknown. He swore allegiance to the Slave of Destiny and possesses a terrifying self-healing ability. Blade wields an ancient sword full of cracks, just like his body and mind.

The only thing he noticed was a crimson stain in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. Her limbs were unresponsive. He must have been dead. "Have you learned it yet?" He opened his mouth, lost, his voice as hoarse as that of a wild beast. His throat abruptly stopped making sounds as soon as the cold, hard object pierced his torso. Over and over and over again, the process was repeated a thousand times. Marvelous. As his muscle fibers tore, he heard the subtle sound of the tendons coming together and connecting again. Wonderful. The monster inside his body was feeding, but he wanted more, he wanted to become a huge beast. Wonderful! He had already lost all will to survive, but even so his body regenerated itself. Simply wonderful. Before the sword once again pierced his skin, he grabbed it with his bare hands and slowly stood up. "Have you learned it yet?" He met the woman's eyes, red as her blood. His mind continued blank. He was stabbed once again. "Remember what death feels like and show it to them." The crimson returned to his eyes. He stared at the sword that killed him and the blade snapped in half. "Get up and let me kill you one more time..."

The only thing he noticed was a crimson stain in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. Her limbs were unresponsive. He must have been dead. The dark-haired youth shivered violently, still clutching the spear in his hands. He didn't have dragon horns and his reaction was a little less mature than he remembered... But he would never forget the spear, those eyes, the cruelty exploding beneath that green as peaceful as the surface of a lake. His wounds began to heal. His pupils flickered and found the young man once more. Without hesitation, the young man brandished the spear again... "That's all". It is you who shows no mercy to enemies. You are the one who buried your loved one without help. And you are also the one who almost caused the destruction of his own world. He fell back once more. The young man pressed his hand against his wounds and backed away, until he disappeared from his sight. "Before I witness your death, we will meet again

The only thing he noticed was a crimson stain in his eyes and a metallic taste in his mouth. Her limbs were unresponsive. He must have been dead. The monster engulfed him again, but this time he wasn't facing a person. The imposing armor remained silent. He was imprisoned in those arms. The woman with sunglasses spoke to him. "Listen to me, I can kill you again or I won't be able to take you back." Her voice was so sweet that even the monster inside her body had stopped listening to it. "But I don't want to do it." The woman leaned over and whispered in his ear. It was a deal he couldn't refuse. "What do you want?". "Is there anything more rewarding than watching immortals die? That's what he said." The giant armor eased its pressure. Destiny points forward and he will go with them. "Listen to me, Bladie, relax." "Listen to me, don't think about anything." He nodded. The woman approached him. She smiled, but he thought her smile conveyed sadness. "Maybe someone left and didn't finish listening to what she was saying," she thought.

I couldn't see anything anymore. He recalled that, decades ago, he had arrived in Xianzhou with a merchant ship and was impressed by the splendid craftsmanship of the place. The young man was so obsessed that he reached the point of forgetting to eat and drink. He struggled to unleash his inspiration, as if time was running out. He forged hundreds of rare items, four of which gained great recognition. The so-called Shard Sword looked flawless when it was forged. His inked body shone like blood. Only the most powerful sword masters in Xianzhou were able to determine the true reason for its existence. In desperate situations, the young Raposian would shoot three arrows simultaneously with her recurve bow, while still piloting the astroskiff and laughing with the others. The black-haired man with dragon horns used his water manipulation skills to rejuvenate his allies, before binding the water to the spear and destroying his defenses. There was also the young man who wouldn't stop arguing with him. The moment he saw the Archa of the Devastator, he grabbed it, promising that he would never part with it. Now, ██ had passed away. His first and only death. Yet he was still here, his young mind churning, thinking, for all eternity. He thought about his hands, already without strength. Those hands that could no longer forge another sword or create another weapon. Nothing of this matters. From that moment on, that body would be the only sword he would need.

Blade is a vampire...He is addicted to your blood and every time you are careless he bites off any limb.