He kept his eyes closed the entire time and prayed for the best. He had no intention of watching himself disintegrate but the pain he was expecting did not come.

Instead he found himself fall on his neck which caused him enough pain to start screaming.

" Look whoever you are, just kill me man this is too humiliating. Stop the torture I'm about to pee my pants okay "

Seeing as nobody was responding, he opened his eyes and found out the purple light had disappeared.

Well, not completely, instead it felt like it had gathered next to a parchment next to him?

" Is it some other message from the main family? Do they have to be so fucking dramatic? I nearly died you pathetic fucks "

If those bastards had the power to do something like this, he was dead meat in the competition for sure.

He tried touching the parchment with his finger tip from the fear of his hand getting burnt, but the purple light wasn't hot or fiery, it gave him a gentle feeling.

He grabbed the parchment real quick but just as he was about to open it, it rolled itself up and entered his mouth.

Was it death by choking? The main family was as vicious as the rumours said, but surprisingly he wasn't choking... He was.. Floating??

He felt himself exploring a realm that for some reason, he knew it to be his body and mind, he was floating in memories that seemed foreign to him..

" This isn't me so why Do I remember? "

His outfit was weird, looked like a bathing towel covered in cloaks? That was some weird sense of fashion. He had hair as long as that of a female and a sword on his waist, the sword was long and thin, almost as thin as a knife.

" Can you even kill anything with such a sword? "

The man in the memories seemed to be facing another man, much bigger and vile looking. He had a huge battle axe that could probably kill a dragon with a single swing.

Ironically enough both men were riding dragons, and it felt like an epic battle was about to start.

The man in the memories raised his index finger and something familiar started floating next to him.

" It's that purple parchment, just what is happening right now? "

His opponent used a move called boomerang axe, which as the name implied returned to his hand after throwing.

But what happened next shocked Irwin to his very core, the man didn't open his mouth at all but he could clearly hear him talk to the parchment.

" Lightning " he calmly whispered and a brush appeared out of nowhere and wrote the word lightning super quickly on the parchment.

Once the brush drew dot ( . ), the man's body turned into lightning and easily evaded all of his axe throws.

" Afterimage "

At his word the brush quickly drew and everytime he evaded afterimages as live as an actual person were left behind.

" Fire clouds of Hell "

Again, at his word 3 crimson red clouds materialised in the sky and rain of fire came down in agony, the axe weilder was forced to take damage since he couldn't evade actual rain.

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The battle continued for what Irwin felt was 4 hours, with the axe weilding man attacking ruthlessly with different moves like fireaxe, firebolt, firewaves, but unlike him the white haired man could use every element he could think of. He protected himself by drawing the word barrier and used all sorts of bizarre moves to attack.

"is this what actual fights are like? AWESOME"

His eyes were almost sparkling with excitement, totally forgetting all that happened in the last couple of hours.

That's of course until the vision ended and he woke up with a super mega massive headache.

" Thats the reason why I wish to become a fighter, the thrill I felt just watching that epic battle .

How great would it be if I manage to become as great as him "

As if the parchment had heard him,purple light resonated from his body and he entered another vision. He didnt even have time to brace himself for another mentaly exhausting journey however the parchment wasnt listening to his plea .

This time he was no longer floating, he was being pulled down somewhere with 0 vision, he couldnt see anything. Darkness itself would be scared of such a place so obviously Irwin was no exception.

After what felt like 20 minutes of just wandering around nothingness, he found himself inside a room with the lights on, the place seemed to be some kind of wooden hut.

" Wait are you the ? "

" The guy from the memories, yes its me! You must be so weirded out right now huh ? "

" Yeah man this is terrible , this whole memory floating thingy is making me feel sick. Dont be mad at me if I vomit on your .. House? Hut? What is this "

" Unfortunately I cant hear what you are saying since by the time you see this message I will probably be long dead. So lets not waste each other's time and go straight to the point "

" What time you bastard? You are dead "

He threw in such rude remarks to see if the guy was actually dead, but seeing as his expression remained blank his doubts were cleared.

Was this some kind of message being showing to him by the purple parchment ?

" If you made it here than you must know by now what the parchment of the endless is "

" Have no idea what it is "

" I dont know what year it is now that you are inheriting this but in the era I am from we call them soul seeds "

Irwin immediately understood he must be talking about soul spirits , only a select few of people were born with them which made them of higher standing in society . Basically, if you had one you could gather mana faster and comprehend skills quicker, you also gained innate affinity to any of the elements your soul spirit was related to.

" Wait are you telling me I am getting the same soul spirit as you? Will I be able to use cool abilities like after images, lightning fire and all those diverse attacks ? "