I'm Elite Gaurd Rank 3 For Mr. N's rebellion or whatever you call it.
I started practicing combat as a young boy due to my family and their legacy. It was innocent fun, I was trained in the traditional arts of archery and swordsmanship. I was showered with praise, my natural ability and skills made me feel valued. I even put in extra work when everyone was asleep, but it was performative not genuine. I knew we had security cameras, and days after my father would check and see me working. This made it seem like I had a good work ethic, like I was willing to work when everyone was asleep but when truthfully, I was just seeking more of their "love" and their approval. Unfortunately this was a terrible trait of mine, and as time passed, I realized I had no love for combat, no true genuine love for the artform.
But I loved the attention I got from it, so I continued.
So when I turned 13, I made a social media account to keep me motivated. I quit archery and focused on swordsmanship, Despite how strict and anti modernity my family was, surprisingly my parents weren't against it, but now I know the dark reason why.
My account "Allen Pool 53" went viral in no time due to my fruit cutting series and my lumberjack series, my ability to chop multiple trees in one swing despite my figure of being 5'3 at the time was seen as impressive for my age, alongside the fact that the fast twitch muscles in my hand allowed for me to weild the sword at unrealistic speeds. I was seen as a prodigy of the sword.
My potential was a curse, I was expected to be great, I believed, I could be great, No internet sensation came close to my talent, At 15, I was nicknamed "Talent Pool" and no matter what situation I was in all I needed was my greatsword and I could make it work.
At 16 everything changed however, I was sold by my family to Mr. N. Not a scholarship, not training program or the military. I was SOLD PERSONALLY TO another man.
I still don't know how this was legal. And at first I was going to speak out. But, when I saw how horrific of a "man" N was, I had nothing to say. The words in my mouth turned to ashes as I realized my future was taken away from me.
And after I was stopped from posting on social media, I stopped getting attention for being good at fighting.
So with everything taken away from me I turned to what I had done my entire life, I tried to embrace combat utilize my sword cutting skills in other ways and that's when I realized I really had no love for battle.
I saw my peers and I felt sick, this is due to me looking down my peers my entire life it was SO HARD when I realized they were catching up to me. As I turned 18 Mr. N started to grow more frustrated with my talent not actualizing into something useful.
Vercingerot, Epicurus, Leaf-leer and even Jeremiah none of them came close to my talent or on the spot natural ability, despite how they'd have me back to the wall I'd always be able to surpass them through the speed and power of my greatsword. But when we were sent to Europe, When I was sent to "war", I realized physical strength was no longer issue. When I was expected to gut a boy and feel nothing, I realized within weeks I could hardly walk anymore much less swing my sword. Everything became heavier harder to bear, I slowed down, while the psychopaths sped up.
Growing up I practiced but I never killed anyone. I realized these monsters who burn cities and capture territory had different upbringings, they weren't children of a rich European Knighthood, they were victims of a evil society. Controlled evil used for Mr. N's idea of "good".
And there it was, my story ended, even with the most seasoned psychiatric care, I realized that no matter how strong I was, I was mentally weak. And when they saw that, that's when everyone gave up on me, and my talent withered away.
Now I'm 24 years old, still speaking about the talent I once had to you. How unfortunate.
-Allen Pool.
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In current time.
Liam instinctively blocks his weapon with his arm, Liam was so powerful that the blade had gotten stuck in his muscle, his eyes flash violently with bloodlust. The human weapon in a split second cracked the air like a whip his other hand moving so quick shattering the blade with a punch.