Athanor Online: Monarch of War

The Shadow Reaper

In a region of eternal equilibrium, magical energy naturally gathers at the center of life. A region that is famous for martial arts and rich in unique abilities and teachings.

The First Land of Lonia

A land full of power, inhabited by many races each of them has many different abilities. Bordered directly by the Terra fraction region, Lonia has quite a lot of energy reserves from the world tree, Yggdrasil.

But behind that balance. There is a region that is very famous for its atrocities, riots, and reflects the destruction itself. The Kingdom of Trixter, since they were taken by the military now they are very different. Cruel and cruel, they will always fight to expand their country. And Lonia was one of their targets.

Even so, the Azeroth empire was really struggling to quell the onslaught of Trixter warriors. Because after all only those who are really able to stand in balance with the kingdom of Trixter, even the Azeroth empire must ask for help from various parties from Lonia, of course to completely quell the onslaught of Trixter soldiers.

In a part of Lonia, the flag is clearly visible from the splendor of the kingdom of Trixter. Indicates that the territory has been captured by the kingdom of Trixter. It looks like kids are supposed to be playing with their peers. But this view is far from comfortable.

“Move your feet and hands!.” Said the fierce man.

He was Boram, a figure who managed to control this region. He was so ruthless, killing anyone, however, and somehow. Except kids.

Boram sharpened a long strand of whip, with a strong swing on the figure of a child no more than a dozen years old. “Move!.” His words were cruel, inversely proportional to the little boy who seemed no longer able to survive.

The little boy fell down with various bruises and slashes from his long whip. Boram looked at the little boy coldly. “Cih, discard him don't let interfere with another boy's training.” Say

While Boram's subordinates immediately put away the poor boy, one of the children not far from his line saw him with pity. However, the boy shifted his gaze as if nothing had happened.

Boram managed to conquer this region, wiping out everyone here, both men, women, even the old ones. Boram left only a son to make him a golden boy, of course, for the war for the victory of the Trixter kingdom.

The kingdom ordered him to make a true work of war. True, the human figure is without compassion and relies only on hunting instincts. To make such a figure, it must start from the beginning. And the little ones are the intermediaries.

Boram forced their fragile bodies to swing a sword. And Kayn, is one of them.

“Kayn.”

The boy turned his head when his name was called, a child no older than him called out in a quite cheerful tone. Even though the truth around them is pretty dark. At the moment the session is a break so they have some free time although not much.

Kayn smiled.

“Nakuri, what's wrong?."

Nakuri, the only friend or someone closest to Kayn. He was a childhood friend where both were very close, although the incident of their parents was quite sad.

Nakuri embraces his best friend's shoulders, although Kayn has a cold nature but he is still warm to those he is close to. Nakuri embraced it but a cheerful look was no longer visible. He looked ahead to see his peers who were dying.

“What do you think happened to us?.” Nakuri

Kayn was silent and could not answer anything. He knew this was a survival game where the ones who succeeded or escaped would survive. Surely with a chain that ties the necks of those who survived. Kayn knows this isn't easy.

Many of his peers are also gone. Although not more than thirteen years old, but still Boram's treatment of his colleagues is very cruel.

Kayn himself is a very talented figure in martial arts. When Nakuri and his peers mastered the spear and sword, Kayn mastered it all. He is good at various weapons both long and close range. Kayn is destined for something big, he is a genius seen from various points of view.

But its existence is very small, making it very difficult to know. It will be his weapon. I don't know how scary he is in the future.

“No need to worry, all will be fine.” Kayn smiled.

“I know you must be talking so.” Nakuri could only sigh.

Nakuri looked back to the front, a face of pain and fear clearly visible among their sidekick. However, the feeling of survival was much greater. That is why they break the friendship rope and start to stand alone. Just to survive. Nakuri knew a feeling like friendship would be very detrimental in this regard.

Even so, Kayn was his best friend.

“Hei.” Kayn said to throw his best friend's daydream.

Nakuri was still looking ahead, but slowly turned her head towards her best friend. A serious facial look and stoic gaze were clearly visible, as was his trembling mouth. Kayn just kept quiet, understanding that there was something far more important than anything between them.

“You know Kayn, among all of us. Only one survived.”

Kayn simply fell silent, realizing that this was a bad statement. Nakuri let go of her embrace and walked away.

“Don't get stuck in the fraternity rope.” Nakuri.

Kayn looked at him from afar, clasping tightly to his wrist. He knew the moment he and Nakuri would be like this. And Kayn was worried about this.

***

The next day, all the children of Kayn and Nakuri were gathered in a field full of mud. Boram stood in a high place, in contrast to the long whip he always carried, now the bloody sword that had slaughtered everything alive was clearly beautiful on his waist.

“Everything has been collected.” Said one of the soldiers and was replied with a light nod.

Kayn looked at Boram with a less than pleasant look. The feeling of wanting to do terrible things pervaded all his thoughts. It's a nightmare for all the kids here, killing their parents, taking away everything that's precious to them. Even their right to life and freedom itself.

Perhaps, he would become a trauma when they were adults. That is if they can survive.

Kayn turned his gaze towards Nakuri who was standing quite far away from him. A serious look as well as a face full of focus was clearly visible, Nakuri turned her head when someone was watching her. They met in the distance, looking the coldness of Nakuri made Kayn a little uneasy.

Nakuri looked back to the front, leaving Kayn full of question marks.

‘What does this mean.’ Inner Kayn

Nakuri was very cheerful, in any condition she looked so cheerful. However, his cold gaze made Kayn feel uneasy. He had an answer to this, but he did not expect that answer. He doesn't even want the answer to be right. Clenching his grasp decided to survive no matter what.

“Everything!.” Peking high Boram sharpens, making it a concern for them. Boram shows a place not far from the muddy rice field.

A place where various war equipment is available neatly, heavy and light armor vests, swords, bows, and spears are neatly arranged.

“Wear the equipment as much and as you like. And after that quickly return to the rice fields.”

The other children and Nakuri immediately went to that place to choose their various war supplies. Sword or spear, heavy or light steel. Nakuri chose a long and large sword, Nodachi his name. A sword with one sharp blade, very suitable for keeping distance as well as attacking.

The other kids are busy choosing. Kayn was silent under that muddy. He glanced sideways, looking at a fairly large peasant scythe. He took it, swung the scythe a little. And smile after that.

After everything was done, they returned to the field. Boram smiled with satisfaction.

“This will be your last training of all, when this training is finished you will be free.” Loud speech Boram.

Hearing that made all the children see hope. Freedom is the absolute thing of everyone even when still in the womb. But in this village, Boram cursed it. When everything was dark there began to be a ray of freedom. That's what they all think.

“Your task is simple-”, said Boram who looks cut to make other children so impatient. They thirst for freedom, and Kayn knows and wants it. “Kill everything and be last!.” Said Boram with his big smile.

They were still frozen, as if shaken by the hope they were waiting for, a war masterpiece had to throw everything away even the emotions themselves. And Boram wants those emotions to be non-existent. Deciding on a string of brotherhood and the familiar feeling of friendship. It's the fundamental thing.

“What are you doing!, I'm your sister.” Said a boy who slowly fell with a stomach stuck in a sword. “Sorry brother, I just want to live.” Said the sister.

It's like a fire lighter. That incident made up a reason why they had to fight. One by one they glanced at each other, not looking for friends but the opponent himself. Shortly after, a metallic clashing sounded from various sources.

The body, blood, weapons, and humanity itself fell upon this muddy ground with an accompaniment of the screams of pain. Kayn stared at them ironically. He glanced far away. Seeing Nakuri with the Nodachi sword full of blood.

Nakuri realized that, Nodachi long he slashed towards the other child who was careless. Cutting off parts of them neatly, he moved forward and every slash from his Nodachi always took its toll. The other children tried to gang up on him but with one slash and a long distance made him a winner.

His shrewdness became the attraction of Boram and his soldiers. Boram smiled looking at a masterpiece that would be more perfect. Kayn saw his friend, he grasped the farmer's scythe tightly.

“So this.”

***

It didn't take long, 20 minutes everything seemed like it wasn't left. The bodies of little children no more than a dozen years old were chuckling. Their bodies and organs were scattered everywhere. Coloring this mud to red, along with mmbubui this land with an irresistible fishy smell.

There were only two children standing. Kayn stood staring at his best friend, Nakuri. His face was full of splashes of blood, as well as the Nodachi he wore which was painted a thick red color.

Among them Nakuri is the one who takes a lot of casualties. But Kayn is not a weak person.

“You're bathed in blood, Nakuri.” Kayn said slightly starting the conversation like never before, Nakuri replied coldly.

“Everyone does look better in red.”

Nakuri prepared Nodachi, with a definite step he slashed at Kayn. But unfortunately a metal stopped the pace of the slash. Kayn looks into the eyes of his best friend, a feeling of affection that is lost to a desire to be free. Kayn knew for sure, because Nakuri was his closest figure.

Kayn slams into Nakuri's Nodachi. Making him lose his balance on the muddy ground, he falls half his body. Kayn moved nimbly over the muddy ground, launching various attacks with the sharp corners of his scythe.

Nakuri avoided the series of attacks, although the muddy ground was very difficult to maintain balance. But with a smooth movement, Nakuri jumped back to keep her distance.

Kayn again cut the distance, but before that a horizontal puncture quickly targeted his stomach. Kayn immediately held him back with his scythe. Nodachi is a weapon used in combat, having an advantage in medium range. Keeping your distance is the key to a win for Nodachi users.

“I don't want to hurt you, Nakuri!.”

“Prove that your words are correct!.”

Nakuri shot back, the sound of metal impact is very interesting in Boram's ear. He saw from a distance a child dancing on unstable ground. They possessed far more insane potential than he had ever imagined.

Boram smiled, impatient to see who was the winner of this fight. He very much hoped that the winner of this fight would be the way for his kingdom. A killing machine on the battlefield. And Boram had a little piece of that machine, they were both rough diamonds. But with a little polish, they will be a nightmare in itself.

“Death, Kayn!."

Nakuri floated a barrage of slashes, but with Kayn's agility, was able to make him avoid all series of slashes.

Kayn swung his scythe, but his attack was filled with a feeling of doubt. Nakuri smiled, the plan as if it would go successfully when Kayn hesitated. Nakuri knows that Kayn loves her very much, because Kayn considers her a brother. That's what makes Kayn doubt, a sense of friendship or brotherhood is very disturbing in this fight.

When Kayn's doubts were stirred up, a word Nakuri heard in his mind. ‘Do not get stuck in the friendship rope.’

Hearing him made Kayn refocus, and in that moment, he decided to exert all his abilities.

With a sword in his scythe, Kayn attacked Nakuri without any hesitation at his attacks. This time Nakuri was the one who was shocked, but he had no choice but to proceed with the plan. Nakuri's attacks become increasingly sharp and dangerous as she challenges Kayn.

The duel ended when the two launched one final attack. Kayn stuck his scythe in Nakuri's chest, but Nakuri's weapon blade stopped at the last moment, narrowly piercing Kayn's throat. Kayn realized something was wrong.

“Why?.” Kayn's confused.

“I have no one but you. At least stay alive." Nakuri fell down with her breath not recovering. Red blood dyed this mud, making it even more terrifying.

Meanwhile Kayn was silent, but the clap of Boram's hand was heard and his loud voice sounded loud.

“That's amazing, you'll be the star of my royal war. And I will get a gift from the king!.” Boram was accompanied by his laughter.

But Kayn is still silent. He stared at the lifeless body of his best friend. From his hand appeared a black smoke accompanied by a thick darkness. The darkness enveloped Kayn's body evenly. This is magic.

Kayn hides this power, from anyone. The rain fell so heavily that it swept the red color out of the mud slowly. Along with that Kayn disappeared from all sight of the Boram warrior.

“Where is he?.”

As the soldier searched for Kayn, a figure shrouded in shadow came out slowly behind him. With a large scythe he held, and so on only a scream was heard.

Boram immediately looked at the screams, seeing the corpse of his soldiers who were injured in deep wounds. Realizing that Boram immediately drew his sword, and immediately told his soldiers to be alert.

“You all get ready soon!.”

The soldiers remained silent without giving any answer. Boram was confused, but at the same time they all fell to the ground with the same wound.

“They... Dead?.." His words don't believe.

When reality has spread, when fear has penetrated, and when karma has reaped, then the nightmare of the wrong of those who are victims will be very painful.

When the confusion of Boram's mind, the figure of a boy who was no more than a dozen years old, crept behind him. Her tiny body was coated by true darkness, she was unknown. A scythe cut off Boram's hand without him noticing.

“Argh!.”

Boram fell to his knees, enduring the pain. He looked back but saw no one. The awkwardness grew, but a blade pierced him from another direction.

Boram could not act, he fell down with a hole in his stomach. Although not about his vital organs but still this is very painful. Boram intended to stand but his body was restrained by the perpetrator's small legs.

“I think you're so strong, that I have to draw up this plan so thoroughly. If I had known, you'd be this weak!. Then from the beginning I should kill you!." Kayn said full of anger, his scythe swooped down again cutting off the other arm.

‘True, if I do it early. Then Nakuri can stay alive.’

Kayn can no longer blame himself for the death of his best friend Nakuri. But rice has become porridge, and reality is not a time machine. He stared coldly down, looking at Boram like a maggot.

“You want a masterpiece of war don't you?, congratulations you made it.”

The sickle fell down, along with the life he took.

The boy is gone, there is only a murderer.

***

After the destruction of the village of Provance spread throughout the capital. BloodFlag is assigned to check the place of the village, a beautiful and beautiful village transformed into a village with pools of blood and corpses scattered throughout the city

Arrive at that horrible place. Their leader, Nakroth, knew the area lacked sufficient combat power and did not understand the tactical benefits, which in the end was a one-sided massacre. The massacre was intended as a message. Looks like the enemy kingdom isn't showing forgiveness here.

A light reflection from the steel caught his attention. A boy of no more than thirteen stood in the mud around him with only the corpse of a soldier, he raised his rusty scythe towards the general, his hands and rusty scythe covered with blood.

The boy's eyes looked at the general with bloodlust, the boy's eyes also harbored pain beyond his lifespan. But his eyes were still not dead and still showed great anger and had a very strong grudge.

The general smiled with interest then extended his hand and welcomed Kayn into BloodFlag.

***

Zephys woke up with her breath gasping. He held his head which looked a little dizzy. Eventually, a digital window came out in front of her eyes.

“{Memory abstraction from Kayn successfully, Welcome you get Special Class : Shadow Reaper}.”

Zephys smiled, the memory he had just seen was very interesting. However, his eyes looked behind the surrounding bushes. Dozens of goblins swarmed him like ants. Zephys smiled slightly.

“Micah.”

The figure of a pale-skinned man came out from the shadow of the Zephys, the man bent his knees beside him as if waiting for an order. Zephys patted Micah's head along with a confident smile

“Time leveling.”

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Trivia: Kayn is Nakroth's only student.