Reincarnated Into A Human?

After finding out that the town was being used as a place for the requirement of the Dark guild, Monk thought perhaps there would be some high official here, but he never thought for a second that the Guild leader himself would be here. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense he would linger not too far away from Avrion. This way he would be able to gather as much information as possible on his number one enemy.

As Monk walked towards the centre, the other members including the ones who had invited Monk noticed that Morfran was also walking towards the centre of the room.

"It can't be?" The spear user said. "The two of them aren't going to fight, right?"

"it's been a long time since I saw the boss fight, I guess he saw something in the kid." The other said.

Then a few seconds later Monk picked up the wooden sword of the floor and looked at Morfran doing the same. Looking at Morfran, the memories of what had happened before started to flash in his head. How he had burnt all of them with his powerful lightning powers and nearly none of them could move that day.. If it weren't for Ray who had come and saved them disguised as Nes. Perhaps he wouldn't be alive.

It had been a while since then, and Monk had grown stronger, learnt more skills and was ready, but he had to admit, the lightning barrier that would be hard to pass. 

Looking at how he was dressed now, he looked completely different. There was no strange powerful armour, and he just looked like a normal noble who had wandered off the street. For a second, Monk possibly thought that this was the same man he had met off the cliff side. But now he was sure it wasn't. The two of them had different energies when speaking.

"You're a knight of Avrion correct?" Morfran asked, not remembering who Monk was. He hadn't really made an impression on him the last time they had met. "You don't have to answer, I know you're a knight of Avrion. That skill and foot work you used. They both were taught to you by… What does he go by now, Sir K I think it was."

Staying silent, Monk decided he would just concentrate on the fight ahead. Perhaps winning this thing might prove to him he had made the right choice joining Avrion. The more time he spent here, the more conflicted he was starting to feel. The Dark guild were normal people, just like those at Avrion. The only difference was the goal in sight. Perhaps it was just their methods that were too extreme. 

"Silence huh, well you certainly suit the black sashes I remember." Morfran said as he started to swing the wooden sword about. "Lets do this with tryout rules. I won't use any of my magic and just use my own sword skills. I think that would be more fair right."

The adrenaline was building up in Monk more and more. Usually he could calm himself down, and he was trying to, with the techniques he knew, but his anger ran quite deep for the man in front of him. It was one thing to attack those that did you harm, but not innocent civilians. That was one thing he could never do. 

"Let's fight!" Morfran shouted with a smile. 

As soon as those words were spoken, Monk was the one who dashed forward, using the dancing footwork, taught to the black sashes, a strange pattern that would hop along on your feet, moving you from area to area while tricking your opponent and making your movements unpredictable. Then, when Monk was close enough, he jumped down from Morfran's left side. Using the black sash dance, he suddenly swirled behind him. Morfran managed to surprisingly follow this by swirling around as well. But Monk accepted this. Of course, Morfran had to be confident in his knight skills to even suggest such a battle. 

A strike was made toward his neck, but it was a phantom strike, really coming from another direction altogether, and just as it was about to hit his head, it stopped being held in Morfran's hand. 

"I never liked that stupid fancy style of his!" Morfran said as he snapped the wooden sword that was infused with Monk's ki and then swung his own sword down.. 

There was nothing special about Morfran's swing, it didn't have any finesse, there was no beauty, or little tricks. It was just a regular swing. As if someone who had never held a sword before was told to swing as fast as you can.. There were openings everywhere, yet for some reason Monk couldn't do a single thing. 

The blow, the speed, the power, it was all too fast for him to move, dodge or even counterattack. The blow came striking down, Hitting monk on the shoulder, he knew it had broken the second the attack had hit, but the powerful blow continued there shifting his whole body forward and throwing him to the ground. He had hit the floor so hard his body had bounced slightly and a few seconds later Monk was coughing out blood. 

"I was never destined to be a Knight at Avrion." Morfran said. "I don't even know why I was picked, perhaps some type of mistake. But look at this, all those skills you learnt, that you spent years perfecting turned out to be useless in front of pure power. I didn't realise it before, but what Avrion did to me by kicking me out was a blessing. I wondered and wanted my petty revenge but then I realised my views were wrong.."

Morfran then walked over towards Monk and held out his hand. 

"My whole outlook and the whole dark guild changed that day when I met him. You met him too didn't you, that's why you're here." Morfran said.

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