I was currently standing in my backyard with my sword in hands.
The blood was heavily dripping from my whole body forming a puddle under me which continued expanding swiftly.
But i still stood straight one hand holds a sword which points forward,known as swift thunder stance in "my" family.
The other hand was pressed on a hole in my abdomen it was just above my dantian.
And she was standing in front of me...
The one that took everything from me,the one who wounded me this badly and yet she still does not have a single scratch on her body.
With eyes full of despise she gazes upon me,a pitiful figure covered in blood in sweat.
Yes that is an invincible existence...MY sister.
(Why do i have to be treated like this)is the only thing that crosses my mind at the moment
I turn my gate behind me and see my father and mother looking at me with eyes full of contempt and disgust.
All i tried to do my whole life is be good enough for my father and mother.
I trained heavily for years so why!what did i do to deserve to be hated by my family.
But those thoughts are not going to help me right now i have to focus on the situation in front of me.
I looked in her blue eyes that stared at me,they were filled with contempt.
A chill ran down my spine but i could not back away..not yet
I will continue fighting hoping my father will accept me.
Hah..hah
i breathed heavily
"Brother you still think you can look at me with those eyes?"
"you are not even worthy of standing in my presence,if you kneel i may still spare your life?"
She called me brother...yet it was apparent that she thinks of me as a stepping stone.
My whole life i treated her like an older brother should i was nice to her and always helped her.
What did i do to be treated like this,father,sister my family...I hate them all
She wore brownish red colored dress.Even though we were fighting for hours already she was not even sweating at all.
While i was bleeding and dripping with sweat.
She still looked as if she were going to a banquet,i looked like a wounded beggar.
This year she turns fourteen while i am going to turn sixteen soon.
Not yet...we are not done yet.
I swallowed the blood that built up in my throat and stepped forward forcing my body to listen to me.
Her cold smile turned into mocking gaze then.
"i see seems i need to teach the trash a lesson"
She swiftly stepped forward and stabbed at my dantian..
even at this moment she was trying to make me as miserably as possible by destroying my cultivation.
i used my sword to quickly block in front of my dantian.
But then her hand just shook a little and trajectory changed quickly aiming at my hearth.
I panicked and formed a small earthen colored barrier in front of my hearth.
Her sword pierced through it easily and through my skin.
Luckily it did not manage to pierce the bone and got stuck it in.
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I inwardly heaved sigh of relief and looked her in the eyes.
She still had the mocking smile.
I gritted my teeth and endured pain while using the opportunity to strike back.
I opened my mouth and muttered an short incantation.
ground behind her shook and few spikes shot out of it.
She looked at me with belittling gaze and laughed.
"you really think that is going to work brother?hahaha"
She jumped in air and landed on top of the highest spike that emerged out of ground.
"see the difference between us trash?"
"Well i guess you are blind as well it seems"
I just coldly looked up and my mouth turned into a grin.
This was the opportunity i was waiting for.
i knew she was going to be cocky and act like this while trying to mock me as much as possible.
I lifted my palm in the air and suddenly in sky above her formed and translucent earthen colored net.
She turned her head up and just laughed again.
"trash that is not going to work you know?"
She said in mocking tone.
I know.
i shortly answered and stomped the ground.
Under her suddenly the spikes suddenly exploded and inflicted numerous scratches on her and ruined her clothes.
The net too suddenly exploded sending many translucent brownish strips.
They all lashed on her body forming even more minor wounds.
I knew that this is not going to win the battle or anything..
i just wanted her to know she is not as high as mighty as she may think she is.
And make her feel at least a small portion of shame i felt.
I grinned and said "pretty good considering you got wounded by trash?"
She looked at me with eyes full of rage and whispered in low voice.
"You.. are dead"
She suddenly disappeared and i could only fell sharp throbbing pain in my dantian.
When i looked down i could see a thin blade penetrating it.
I collapsed as i felt all my strength leaving my body.
before i closed my eyes i looked towards my father and mother standing up with worried look in their eyes.
But they were not aimed at me...They approached my sister and said are you ok?He managed to scratch you?
She laughed a bit and answered.
"dont worry trash cant wound me after all"
My father smiled and answered.
"lets go buy you a new dress and i will buy you something else too as reward"
she answered in light voice
"thank you father"
My tears started flowing down my eyes as i stared at my father.
he turned around and looked at me with cold eyes and muttered "trash"and left
My consciousness started fading as my tears streamed down my cheeks
But before i fainted i heard an archaic voice saying in calming voice
"you did well young one..now rest you will be able to stand straight again soon"