Many strive to make a name for themselves. In order to prove themselves some may decide to make as much money as possible, or establish something to serve as a legacy.

However, some strove to become as strong as they could get. Many sought strength in order to protect, others simply to challenge strong foes. Lastly, there were those who wished to kill other humans for fun, pleasure, or any other reason.

One man that many called “life revoker” stood far above the rest during his life; he would end up killing hundreds of thousands. Although, the exact number of victims is unknown. The incarnation of death, people would call this man. His legendary status is known throughout the world yet none knew what he looked like as none made it out alive after an encounter with him.

Or at least that’s what he and most believed.

Misen was playing in the garden when her mom called for her.

“Misen! Can you help your younger brother get the futons from the storage room?”

“Okay Mom!” The young Misen responded.

The Miyano family was expecting the parents of the mother to arrive soon. While they lived in a home located in the remote woods. The children still got an education at the local school a decent walk away. At home, Misen and her brother who were old enough learned swordsmanship. The father and mother were both retired adventurers and pretty high ranked at that. They had a dojo built in a separate building near their home to keep their skills sharp.

After Misen and her brother had retrieved the futons from the storage room, and laid them in the guest room her mother called once again.

“Misen, can you go fetch your father from the dojo?”

“Alright mom.” Misen replied as she hurried over to the dojo. Misen was the oldest of three, so she was relied on by her parents a lot.

Misen arrived at the dojo where she saw her father doing practice swings. He was a big man with great muscles and flexibility, as he stayed in top shape in order to protect his family alongside his wife. He had black hair which Misen inherited. Unlike the rest of her siblings who shared their mothers brown hair. However, she was the only one to inherit their mother’s silver eyes. The other two had their father’s blue eyes.

“Ah Misen, what do you need kiddo?” Asked her father.

“Mom wants you.” She replied.

“Alright, I’ll be right over.” He replied while putting away his wooden practice sword. Then walking over to follow Misen to go to his wife. They made it to the room the mother was in.

“I bet you were doing practice swings again.” Misen’s mother told her husband with a smile.

“You’re right, you never know when danger might show up. You should spar with me again at some point.” He responded with a smile.

“Maybe after my parents leave haha. You do remember why they are coming, right?” She asks with a prying look.

“Yeah, I do it’s because they haven’t met our youngest yet. Little Ren Miyano.” He says as ruffles the hair on the head of the three year old Ren.

“Misen, I'm gonna need you to grab something from the hidden cellar tomorrow morning.” Her mother asked Misen.

“Sure what is it?” A curious Misen asked.

“It’s a fancy bottle of alcohol we’ve been saving for when my parents come over.”

“Alright, I’ll head there tomorrow.”

“Thanks sweetie.” Said Misen’s mother with a happy smile.

Night fell and morning rose with no issues. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining with a gentle breeze accompanying it. Everyone in the family had gotten everything ready. Misen went to get the fancy bottle of alcohol.

“I know it’s fancy and all, but why in the secret cellar? It is a pain to get into with the multiple doors and long stairs you have to go down.” Misen complained to herself as she reached the stone cellar.

Now to get that bottle. Where is it? She wondered. She looked around, seeing old relics from her parents' days as adventurers. She spots the fancy glass bottle of alcohol and grabs it before heading through the doors locking them as she passes through. She finally makes it up the stairs only to be greeted with a sight straight out of a nightmare.

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Her father sliced apart alongside his sword. There was only one clean cut through the sword and him meaning whoever did this finished him in one strike. In a pool of his own blood. “Dad what happened?” She tried to ask then attempted to feel for his pulse. Nothing, his pulse had stopped completely. She froze in fear for a moment then remembered to check on the rest of her family. Her mother and two brothers had all been slain as well; they all lay in pools of their blood. “This can’t be happening!” She screamed out. Her scream caused many birds to fly out which cawed, masking her scream. Her parents who she believed were the strongest in the world were so easily taken out. She ran out of her home and saw the man responsible. He had a tachi style blade, and when she ran over she saw his face as he turned to look at the birds. She immediately hid before he could see her. The image of his blade’s scabbard as it had a unique look to it had been burned into her memory. The scabbard was jet black with blue flowers on it from what she could see. She wanted to go and fight him but she couldn’t move as she sat hiding, frozen in fear.

Later that day her grandparents finally made their way to the front only to rush due to the eerie silence. They made their way through the rooms and saw each of the dead bodies of the Miyano family except for one. “Where is Misen?” The grandmother asked her husband in a panic.

“I don’t know. We have to make sure she is okay.” He replied also in a panic. They eventually find Misen in a corner. Where she had been crying till she couldn’t cry anymore. “Are you alive? Misen?” He asked while putting his hand on her shoulder.

“That bastard killed everyone. I just happened to be in the cellar where he couldn’t find me.” A shocked Misen said.

Later after consoling Misen, the grandparents buried the mother, father, and two boys. While standing next to the fresh graves.

“I was always worried that you would go and die while out adventuring. You would not have believed how relieved I was when I heard you had settled down and retired from adventuring. I never thought I would have to bury you my child. This was supposed to be a day of celebrating new life, not grieving. We are going to be taking and raising Misen.” The grandmother spoke while tears streamed down.

“I know we can never replace your parents, but we will do our best to raise you into the best young woman you can be.” She said, trying to hold back more tears.

“Okay grandma. I’ll go with you. Goodbye Mom, Dad, Ren, and Kenji.” Misen cried.

After surviving purely by chance and losing everything except their life. She was raised by her grandparents. Revenge has fueled her. Since then, she worked to hone her skills with various forms of swordplay and other weapons though she isn’t considered a master in any.

It was a peaceful sunny day with a gentle breeze. An old man alone with only his blade, the old man prepared to say farewell. “It’s just you and me now, partner. I believe it’s time for me to put you down my friend. We have traveled together, protected those I care about, but also stolen many lives and made countless enemies.” “Even earned the silly nickname of life revoker as well as being called an incarnation of death.” He lightly chuckled. “After this I want to live a peaceful life although I know nothing could ever atone for what we’ve done.” His hands trembled as he slowly placed down his blade. He twitched but resists the urge to pick it up, and he turns around and walks away.

When suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his back and looked down and saw his partner’s cold steel impaling his chest from behind.

I knew this was bound to happen eventually, but who was it? Oh well, even if I looked at their face I wouldn’t know. He wondered. These thoughts raced through his mind as he began vomiting blood and his vision slowly faded. I wonder where did I first go wrong in my life? Deciding to travel? Deciding to put down my sword? Or perhaps picking up the sword for the first time was what put me down this path. He reflected on his life.

“Hey, I wish to see who killed me. Please show your face before I fade away.” He wheezed, not even attempting to resist.

A tall woman with long black hair and fierce silver eyes wearing light armor and a cloak stepped in front of him and like he thought. I have no clue.

“You killed my family! I hope you suffer eternally in the afterlife for what you’ve done!” The woman screamed at him.

“Young one, I hope I am the last one you ever kill in your lifetime. Please do not follow down the same path I did. I’m sorry my..” He whispered as his vision fades to black.

“Mom, dad I did it, are you proud? I killed him. I finally did it. I slew the bastard who killed you and the rest of our family. I killed the biggest mass murderer in history.” “Yet, why do I feel so empty? What was the point in this? It’s not going to bring you or anyone back. I don’t even know if you can even see me right now. After years of searching and training it all ended like that. The bastard is even smiling, you don’t deserve to smile for your crimes!” She prattled as she was still holding onto the accursed blade, hands trembling. “What do I do with my life now? hahaha… What's this on my face, tears? I have nothing left in this world. I have nothing, I am but an empty shell of my former self. Maybe I’ll have better luck in the next life.”

She takes the blade while still trembling and turns it around into reverse grip with the tip pointed towards herself. Her hands trembled, her breath shaky. She gulped, as she stared at the blade that she had just used to kill its owner. Which had taken many lives including the life of her family and soon her own. She takes deep heavy breaths as she prepares to end her own life.

“Should I do this? I mean what is left. My life became miserable the moment my family died. They were the only ones I could truly trust. They say revenge is truly bittersweet.” She said, knowing no one would answer her as she was in the middle of an empty forest.

When I was younger my parents taught me the basics of using various weapons. After they passed my grandparents gave me more training. Although, they passed not too long after. However, after they were gone I taught myself using many books. I was fueled by my rage which carried me through this past decade. Misen reflected.

Do I search for love in this shithole of a world? I don’t believe there is any person that could fill this void in my heart. I am also afraid I could lose them. I don't want to be the only survivor once again.

She took a deep breath, and plunged the blade right into her chest then into her heart. Piercing right through her body. Immediately she was struck by pain and she began vomiting blood. She fell onto her back as she bled out. She stared into the bright blue sky.

“Mom and dad, I’ll see you soon just wait for me” she forced a smile, her blood filling up her throat and choking her. Her vision went out, then everything went silent. She couldn’t move her body. So this is death. It's quiet, I can’t feel my body, it's just cold. I can think yet I can’t speak. Ah how could I forget I do have friends I’m leaving behind. I’m sorry…

On a sunny peaceful day in the middle of a forest. Misen Miyano passed away at the age of 25 due to suicide.

Budump. budump. Is that my heart? Why is it moving? I'm dead aren’t I? Blood.. Need Blood… Must collect blood! These urges? What are they? Misen gasped, I can breathe? She forced her eyes open. I know I stabbed myself right through my chest. I died didn’t I? She placed her hand where the wound should’ve been, and the skin feels different like a scar. She looks around and sees the man’s corpse and it’s dry. Like it had all the blood drained out of it and she looked at the sword which is now in her hand and saw blood on it, getting absorbed into the blade. What in the world is going on? Did the blade heal me using the blood of that bastard?