At night, faraway, in remote forest.
A relatively average-sized sect. stood in an unassuming clearing.
This branch of the Blood cult, even though it was established after the one in Jiangxi province, was quite a bit larger.
"Blood Cult: Guizhou Branch", read the sign board hung above the main gate of the sect.
Two guards stood on the sides of the main gate.
" *Yawn* Why do they even make us stand guard? As if anyone will come to massacre a remote cult located in Guizhou." one of them said to the other. He appeared to be quite drowsy.
"Eh, you ain’t wrong. Wanna take a nap?", the other one replied.
"Might as well."
They sat on the ground, rested their heads on their swords and drifted off to sleep.
Half an hour later..
*Slash* *Shlick*
The guards' throats were slit by two people in full black clothing.
More of these people emerged from the cover of the trees close by.
One of the men who slit the guard's throat signalled the other people.
They started to ready themselves with bows and… gourds?
Some of them threw gourds while the others shot flaming arrows.
The sect... caught fire?! The gourds contained oil!
"KILL THEM ALL!", their seemingly leader yelled. Within the next moment, they all unsheathed their Chinese Daos and entered the sect.
Not long after, the leader of the cult as well as most elders were killed in their sleep.
Children and their mothers screamed with agony before being killed.
A few hundred meters away,
A boy, in full white clothing, he looked to be from a noble clan, with the way he was dressed to his face. He had beautifully coloured red eyes and red accents on his clothing. He ran towards the sect at an astonishing speed, within the next few seconds, he reached the now burning sect.
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His eyes widened with shock as he jumped over the walls, into the sect.
His friends, family, everyone he had grown up with, were being killed in front of his eyes, years of pleasure and bonding, erased in a single moment.
He didn't know if he should be sad or angry. He didn't know if he should mourn his fallen brethren or to avenge them.
In the end, he decided to do both.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING, A GUY IS JUST STANDING! GET HIM TOO!", one of the men screamed.
"31st Zhoujutsu: Atsuitegeki!" He said, launching towards the person who screamed at him.
The boy touched his hand to the chest of the person, and the person turned red and into ashes.
*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
"How far the Blood Cultists have fallen! To use Zhoujutsu?! Utterly disgraceful!", the leader spoke, walking towards the boy. The leader was a tall and slender woman, whose face was covered a translucent black cloth.
"However, that attack was quite impressive, boy, what is your name?", She continued.
"You're one to speak of disgrace! Ambushing an already weak sect at nigh-
"I asked for your name, boy.", Within the next moment, she closed the distance between her and the boy.
"ATSUITEGEKI!", the boy threw his hand as fast as he could to the woman's face, however, it was dodged without effort.
"Such cheap tricks won't work on me- Now, will you tell me your name… or shall I slit your neck?"
The leader held her sword up to the boy's neck.
"N-Ny."
"Take this boy to our sect!" the leader ordered, two of her men emerged from the burning sect. and seized the boy.
The two men, along with the leader a few steps ahead of them, walked far away from the flaming wreckage. Suddenly, the boy trapped between the guards started muttering.
"Zhoujutsu 42nd: Kuroshi." Ny extended both his hands, touching the men's faces. The men let out shocked noises, but were silenced as their faces withered away in an instant.
The woman walking ahead turned around at the noise. "Ny, since you're a valuable asset to us, I'll let that slide, however, if you try something like that agai-“
Ny closed the distance between them in the next moment, "Zhoujutsu 42nd: Kuroshi.", he extended his hand towards the woman, intending to make her face the same fate as her men.
However, he felt the woman's sword graze his hand, and decided to not waste the opportunity and grabbed the sword instead. The sword turned into black ash, just like the men’s faces.
"Get me a sword." The woman said. "Roger!", One of her men, who had been following behind the deceased guards restraining Ny, replied and unsheathed his sword to give to her.
"Zhoujutsu 6: Hitaiho!"
Zen extended his hand towards the man, a quick burst of flame erupted from his hand, surrounding the man. While he writhed in pain, the woman walked over to his dying corpse and snatched his sword.
"MISS! MISS! PLEASE SAVE M-“
The woman stabbed the man's head.
"Quite self-centred, aren't you?" Ny remarked.
"Why don't you shut that sly mouth of yours, brat?"
"Zhoujutsu 4-“
The leader closed the distance between her and Ny. "Gelug Sect Secret Technique, 5th movement: Endless Knot."
She swung her sword fast enough for Ny to not be able to dodge. She landed a few hits, which, fortunately, only hit him in non-vital parts.
Ny raised his index finger at the woman, "ZHOUJUTSU 50, PSEUDO HOKKEN!", he said, and a line made of fire cut through his finger, and sliced the woman's body in half.