Aron awoke in his room in the secthouse, noticing that all of his roommates were already gone. It seemed he had expanded himself too much yesterday to kill that one shady buisiness man. It had been really hard but atleast it had been enough to finally be considered becoming a stage 4 shock troop of the sect by the 4 masters of sector 12. Today was going to become one hell of a day, considering he was going to have to fight a vice-master with two of his already stage 4 roommates and win, to become a stage 4.

Those thoughts aside he got out of his bed, stretchibg his muscles, brushing his teeths and doing a few hits and slahes on his dummie with his longsword. When the dummie looked like someone had thrown a grenade at it he stopped and put his sword into its scabbard. He then went for the room, opening it and stepping into the dimly lit hallway. First, like always, he when to the altar and denoted a part of his soul to the keeper, the highest donation one could give, as his former master had always done before he had passed away. And now, he was following it, honoring his master. After speaking a few minutes he got into the vault room and got out his soulbond weapons: His blood-steel chain breakers. Created by him using his only blood as and alloy to the steel to bound the weapons to his soul. These were truly powerfull weapons. But, like all soulbound weapons of the guild they had to be kept in a vault to stop them from harming his fellow sect members. He then stepped into the weapon-storing room next to the vault and got out his two pistols and his trustyA 50 sniper rifle.

Next up he went to the cafeteria and got himself some bread and a little bit of milk. Just the standard breakfeast meal of the sect. He didn't need anything fancy. Not like some other stage 3 assasin who always "went the better ways" and didn't " dishonor himself by eating such crappy food". Jasper truly was a realy prick.

After he had finished his morning routine, he went to the training grounds to continue grinding his skills, but not in a litrpg-ish way. He wasn't in some book afterall. Just gettibg better at using his longsword and especially using his chain breakers, as he wanted to inplement them into his fighting style. He had only just shortly created them afterall. He stepped into the room and noticed that the vice-master was already here. But... it was way to early. He should have had more time! When the vice-master saw his shicked look he said: "ahh no worrys young one. You are only the second one to do the trial of mixed blood today. You've got like 7 hours left. Go on with your training." Aron bowed, as the vice-master was of course in a higher ranking, and started to walk towards his roommates. He didn't know their names as names were completely unnecessary until you got to the master-tier. They simply weren't needed and you were just given a code name, or, if you were already really famous among the sect, could give yourself a name although that name couldnt be any of the Chronicles. As his Rommates saw him walking towards them he spoke: "Alright, lets get some more training in me before the trial in a few hours. I could really need it." His rooomates just nodded and one of them said: "I shall be your first challenger for the preperations, Stg3§22231. Although you shall not use your Soulbounded weapons. You will only be allowed to use those once you reach stage 4." Aron nodded back and moved into a fighting position, giving the blood-steel breakers to his other Roommate. After a couple of seconds Stg4§27864 said "begin!"

Aron rushed forward and hit his longsword downwards in a wide arch, swiping it to the side in the last moment and trying to hit his challengers knee. But one couldn't overwhelm a stage 4 that easily and the skilled stage 4 simply stepped to the side and blocked his longswords swipe with one of his two shortswords. HIs opponent struck the second shortword forward which Aron barely managed to dodge with his wrist arm shield, although it still his his cloak and would have hit his under torso if he hadn't had armor there. Dammit He thought he always gets me with that one, im going to have to change my starting attack again.

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But his Challenger had already swung forward and attacked him with a fury of blows, from which he simply stepped back a step. When he saw an opening he swung forward his left hand, hitting the stage 4 in the wrist of the hand whilst still managing to block the attacks he himself got with his Longsword. he then shot his longsword forward in an unknown technique his master had told him which seemed to involve a bit of magic. That wasnt in the rules however and he stopped a mere milimeter infront of his opponents eye saying: "Your eye has been trialed, yuo have lost..."

The loser of the fight bowed and said" very well, honor is with you." He then turned to Stg4§27864 and said: " i want too see you fight him after the trial. Right now we should rest, We will need all the power we can muster for the trial of the mixed blood. we must rest now." Aron nodded and sat down on teh ground meditating, and trying to loosen his thoughts of the trial. After some time Stg4§27864 hit his shoulder and said: " Alright, the trial is ready. We now will fight for you joining us in the blood." It was the Offical sentence for completing the Trial of mixed Blood.

Aron stood up and followed his Roommates to fiht the vice-master; it was going to be a hard fight, but he had confidence in completing it. He had been trained by a master himself afterall. He got the blood-steel breakers from his roommate load his two pistols up with magazins, and stepped infront of the vice-master. The vice-master opened his eyes and said: "May the trial begin!" Immediatly Aron shot out 3 bullets with his 2 pistols in quick sucession, whilst Stg4§27864 ranforward and smashed her soulbound greatsword at the opponent. The vice-master managed to block all of the 3 bullets but barely was able to block the greatsword with his wrist arm shield, cracking teh shield slightly. The vice-master grunted and got out a short sword and a longsword, shlashing them at his 3rd apponent with furious blows, knocking the stage 4's scimitar out of his hands.

But suddendly, close before the vice-master would yield the Stage4 he stopped. In fact everybody in teh entire room had stopped. the vice-master turned around, seeing a black to red horrifying looking wraith "standing" behind him. The Wraith scream in an unearthly manner and slashed at the vice-master, knocking him on teh ground. the Wraith then shot at the stage 5 sect member and semmed to enter his body. in teh last moment before the wraith was fully gone the vice-master shouted: "By the Chronicle of Xikrathurkr, Thats a Blood Wraith! Run while you can as it's going to..." The vice-master stopped. His eyes had turned into a flaming red. He screamed in a manner taht shouldn't even be possible: " May the Chaos devour and enslave you, sons of the keeper! You shall scream whilst your soul is slowly falling apart! DIE!" The former Stage 5 sect member then immidiatly stormed towards Stg4§27864 and hit the stage 4's head of, with a speed and force that shouldn't even be possible, extraterrestial screams filling the air. Then the body ploded into bones, eventhough the bones immidiatly formed back together, creating a real undead. when the Undead then ran at him, he knew that he couldn't win. so he obviously did the worst thing he could do; he ran through the rift and immidiatly lost consiouncness. Great!