A dull ache shot through my skull.
I groaned again and rolled over, attempting to pull my pillow over my head to muffle the constant tal clashing sound.
But instead of my pillow, I ca away with a handful of damp leaves.
Frowning, I tried to sit up straight, but that simple act triggered an agonizing pain in my ribs.
Moving my body also caused the insides of my head to slosh, making it harder for to focus or even open my eyes.
After a long struggle, I did manage to open my bleary eyes and used them to scan my surroundings through a bottle-glass blur.
I recognized my surroundings after a little drowsy confusion. I rember now.
I was using Infernal Demonic sword art, First Form: The Sword of Madness.
But after swinging my sword two tis, I don't rember anything at all!
What happened to ?
The cave's shadows danced in flickering candlelight, casting eerie shapes on the walls. The mories were fragnted, like shards of a broken mirror. I recalled the intense surge of power, the uncontrollable frenzy of the Sword of Madness, and then... darkness.
My body protested as I attempted to push myself into a sitting position. The air felt cold and damp, and the tallic scent of blood hung in the air. A quick survey revealed Yato nearby, focused on so task, his silver hair catching the dim light.
"Master," I croaked, my voice hoarse. Yato glanced over, his expression a mix of relief and concern.
"Lucas, you're awake. How do you feel?" he inquired, his tone carrying a asured calmness.
"Like I went ten rounds with a Frost Claw Bear," I muttered, my attempt at humour hindered by the throbbing pain in my head.
Yato's eyes softened, and he approached, inspecting my injuries. "You pushed your limits with the Infernal Demonic Art. The Sword of Madness took its toll, both on your body and consciousness."
Images of the frenzied sword swings flashed in my mind. "I lost control... completely?"
Yato nodded, a sternness returning to his gaze. "The first form tests your ntal fortitude. The fact that you blacked out ans there's much to learn about harnessing that power."
I winced as Yato examined my ribs. "You've got so cracked ribs, but nothing too serious. Rest and recovery are in order. The path to mastering these arts is paved with challenges, and we've just scratched the surface."
A heavy sigh escaped as I leaned back against the cave wall. The allure and danger of the Infernal Demonic Sword beca clearer, a double-edged sword demanding not only skill but mastery over oneself.
"I thought that first form would be not that dangerous but I guess I was wrong," I muttered to myself but Yato heard all the words.
"Of course you were wrong. To perform Sword of Madness, you need a strong body and a strong mind. A strong body because it's each strike is stronger than before and a strong mind because each strike you will strike it will control your emotions. So you better "So, you better learn quickly.
The Infernal Demonic Art is a formidable ally, but it can turn against you if you don't wield it with precision," Yato emphasized, his gaze unwavering.
I nodded, absorbing his words, a newfound respect for the intricacies of the forbidden sword art settling in. The cave's silence echoed with the weight of our training and the consequences of tapping into such potent forces.
Yato continued, "The path ahead is challenging, Lucas. Each form of the Infernal Demonic Art presents its trials. To progress, you must master not only the techniques but also your inner demons."
His words lingered in the air, and I sensed the gravity of the journey I had embarked upon. The allure of power was intoxicating, but the risks were equally profound.
As Yato tended to my injuries, I couldn't help but wonder about the others who might have attempted to master these arts before . How many had succumbed to the darkness they unleashed? And what about Yato who has complete mastery over Infernal Demonic Art in all forms, did he have to experience this too?
I would ask soday.
The tallic scent of blood persisted, a reminder of my recent ordeal. Yato's healing arts gradually eased the pain in my ribs, but the internal bruises lingered, a testant to the toll taken by the Sword of Madness.
"Rest now, Lucas," Yato advised a rare gentleness in his tone.
I nodded, however, there was sothing I had to ask him first.
"Master, how do I get my body ready for the sword of madness?"
Yato looked at put his hand on its chin and thought a bit and after a mont he said,
"For , I don't have to read my body at all because I was way stronger than you are but the first thing you should do is strike 10,000 sword strikes in a day so your body will beco familiar with the sword of madness."
'10,000 strikes a day? That incense, I don't have that much ti for this.'
"Is there any faster way, master?"
Yato considered my question, his gaze focused on so distant mory. After a mont, he spoke, "The path to mastering the Sword of Madness requires not just physical training but a deep connection with the essence of the art. There might be a more efficient way, but it will be more painful than what to are feeling right now."
"Please tell !"
"Are you sure?"
I nodded my head with determination as Yato asked.
"There is a gravity chamber back at Nova Academy, all you have to do is set gravity ten tis of Eatheria but let tell you it would be more painful because you would be swinging your sword ten tis of gravity and your body also take serious damage."
'Gulp.'
I gulp as I hear the training regint,
'There is no need to worry, Lucas I have Isla who would make potions for . So I do have to worry.' I said to myself.
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