Nameless King

\'Wain, you may be the strongest of all, and most likely I will never be even the strongest in Last Light, but I still have a chance to be the one to do something important in the Second Great War.\' Gisle inwardly muttered as he stepped forward. Gradually he began to run at Wain firmly holding the katana horizontally while more and more streams of wind emanated from the blade.

The wind quickly turned into the exact same katana and more and more spears, they literally filled everything around them.

\'Damn, there are more than a hundred of them already. Even though he is in the Fourth Chronicle, this attack would easily kill a monster on the Absolute Stage, but it\'s all energy and his the Form, he absolutely does not use his weapons.\' Wain pondered, staring at the dozens of windblown katanas that hovered over him like Damocles Swords.

By the time Gisle got close to Wain, there were already over a thousand wind katanas as they formed an impenetrable dome that covered the entire battlefield.

"Wain! This is my strongest attack!" Gisle exclaimed with streams of air carrying his voice to Wain as he swung his katana, sending a wind blade toward Wain.

Wain glanced at Gisle as he thrust his Gladius in front of him, thus blocking Gisle\'s attack.

\'Hmm, that was weaker than I expected. Go ahead, show me what you made those copies for.\' Wain pointed up, thus saying this to Gisle.

Gisle smirked as his eyes sparkled, "Don\'t worry, I\'m all done."

Whoooooooooosh.

At the same moment, each windblown katana echoed Gisle\'s movement, raining hundreds of blades down on Wain. The attack was swift and deadly, it seemed that now Gisle was actually capable of seriously wounding Wain.

Wain raised his sword, preparing to block it, but at the last moment, he stopped when he heard Gladius\' words, \'You know that won\'t help. You must act differently if you want to explain it to him.\'

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Thick darkness quickly covered Wain\'s body, then the wind blades reached their target. They could not pass through such dense armor at once, but gradually the darkness became less as wisps flew apart. Eventually, more than thirty wind blades fell directly on Wain, leaving deep, bleeding cuts on his body.

"What...?" Gisle\'s eyes went wide in disbelief as he hurriedly jumped aside, not sure why Wain had done this.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Scarlet drops of blood dripped from Wain\'s black coat, falling to the ground and soaking into it, repainting it a darker color. Wain looked at his hands, then at Gladius, and stared at Gisle with an emotionless face, as if it all meant nothing.

\'Damn, this is very strange. Apparently, I\'ve already won, but why did he choose to give in to me? And is he really?\' Gisle pondered, trying to understand why Wain had behaved so illogically.

Whooooooooooooosh.

Wain reduced his energy to a possible minimum as all the darkness disappeared. It was just him and Gladius, the two of them, without a drop of energy. Then, Wain calmly swung his sword, and this simple movement created a powerful flow of wind.

"Gladius, you won our argument, that\'s obvious since I received more than ten different wounds." Wain calmly said pointing his sword at him, "I will tell you my story with Gladius, but first I will show you what it means to fight with a weapon since you do not understand it at all."

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Wain stepped forward, making the ground shake and splinter beneath his feet, it was pure physical power.

\'What? I don\'t know how to handle a weapon? What the hell is he talking about?! Gisle inwardly exclaimed in disbelief, \'I may not be as good a swordsman as he is, but I\'ve been fighting with my katana since the beginning, I definitely understand what needs to be done!\'

Whooooooooooooooosh.

Suddenly Wain rushed forward at breakneck speed to reach his opponent. Gisle didn\'t expect Wain to change so abruptly, so he just put his katana out in front of him trying to defend himself, but a moment later Wain\'s silhouette blurred as a stream of blood came out of Gisle\'s shoulder.

"Agh!" Gisle\'s face twisted in pain as the black sword pierced his shoulder through. It all happened so fast that Gisle didn\'t even notice anything, it was a whole other level.

"Can you see?" Wain asked with icy eyes, staring intently at Gisle, "It happens when someone rightly uses a weapon. I don\'t need the energy to cut through your flesh, all it takes is a sharp blade, no energy necessary."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Gisle exclaimed angrily, swinging his katana, however, Wain just stopped the weapon with his other hand, pressing the blade between his fingers.

"Stop relying on your energy more than your weapon." Wain said calmly, drew his sword from Gisle\'s shoulder, and attacked sharply, bringing his massive fist down on Gisle\'s face.

Crackle.

Crackle.

Gisle flew back a few meters, hitting the tree with his back, and gushing out a mouthful of blood. Wain paced slowly toward him while the blade of his sword gleamed brightly, reflecting the sunlight.

"Gisle, remember when you fight you must always have priorities. First is yourself, second is your weapon, and only then is energy. Obviously, you\'ve messed up the sequence, but I\'ll show you how to get closer with your weapons, obviously through pain." Wain\'s gaze became deadly serious as his icy eyes made Gisle\'s heart shrink with fear.