𝕌𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕒 : 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣-𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤.

Our young warriors, oblivious to their fate, were once just ordinary high school students.

Unbeknownst to them, myriad (A large, indefinite number) other worlds—home to humans and other races—existed, each with technology so advanced it resembled magic from myths and legends. Powers that could awe even the bravest souls. Yet, all these realms shared a common ground:“Soul Utopia”. Here, worlds collaborated/collided in a desperate struggle for survival, a battleground far more epic than Ragnarök itself. Myths paled in comparison to the powers and conflicts that took place in this utopia. But this is all spoken or written by those, who only got a glimpse of The Soul Utopia !

But none revealed the true nature of this realm, filled with cruelty and gruesomeness. For many, it was not a world but merely a relentless battlefield, crucible of countless wars and conflicts. Only a select few, capable of competing in the said universal wars and tournaments, fathomed its grim reality. Others saw it as a place ripe with opportunities, mysteries, and adventures.

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“It's surreal how it all unfolded. Is this the end he foretold ? Could this truly be our fate?” The frenzied warrior's words echoed through the silence, tinged with resignation. “Believing him was difficult, but deep down, I knew this outcome was possible. It won't matter how we met our end. We've paved the way for future generations. If only you were here to witness my final masterpiece—the ink on this canvas, not just black and white, but also my blood and final breath.”

[The surrounding ink seemed to fade, as if acknowledging the intensity of the moment. The user of this technique inhaled sharply, savoring their last breath, embracing this bloodied moment as their last.]

[The scene shifts to a room where two mysterious katanas adorn the wall as mere decorations. One bore the hilt of the dharma chakra, while the other displays a 'sauvastika' (counterclockwise swastika). Engraved on the golden sword: 'DHARM'; on the black sword: 'KARMA'.]

[A child sits with an old, yet robust man in the room.]

~ “Tell me the story behind these katanas, Grandpa!” the child eagerly asks. ~

~ “Don't you get tired of hearing the same tale, lad?” the old man replies while chuckling. ~

~ “You know what, Grandpa? I'm always excited to hear about our ancestors!” the child insists. ~

~ “Very well, I'll honor your request, young one” the old man replied with a sigh. ~

*~ *The old man began, “These katanas were among Japan's top eight. Our ancestor was known as 'The Painting Ogre'. His 'God's Chosen' ability, 'The Canvas from the Underworld', transformed his surroundings into a canvas upon which he painted with these twin katanas—manifesting anything he imagined. Interestingly, his 'ogre' title wasn't due to his race but earned through his achievements, bestowed upon him by royalty. He belonged to the elite 'Talwar Dhari Yodha' (Swordsmen) who could rival 'The Dhanurdhars' (Prominent Archers) equipped with celestial bows, arrows, and inexhaustible quivers with just their swordsmanship. I was just a teenager when I witnessed his battle prowess myself. He stood fearlessly before the saint of the 'Dhanu Constellation' (Sagittarius), who showered a myriad of arrows upon him, yet none could harm him. After the battle, we saw that all the arrows were sliced in two by our ancestor.” ~

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