The Moonlight Swordsman

It was nighttime, and the moon was shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the dark sky and creating a beautiful contrast between its silvery light and the darkness of the night.

Meanwhile, two people within the cave were slashing swords at each other in a fury. Both appear to have gone insane and simply wanted the other person to die.

They were all over the place, emerging and clashing swords everywhere, with some fireballs spotted in between getting cut by Aizel.

"Now that the old man is gone, it's your turn," Larisa said to Aizel while locking the blazing sword once more, she never would have imagined the two of them would be able to drive her to the edge.

"I simply wanted to escape from this place first, but now I'm going to fucking kill you so brutally that you'll fucking beg me to let you live."

Aizel took two steps backward while raising his sword with one hand. He directed the mana from the environment towards his blade and began imagining the method.

He slashed downward towards Larisa, letting a crescent-shaped white slash shoot forward from his blade and straight at Larisa. Larisa's eyes widened as the slash shot forward, she avoided barely to met with another slash flying straight towards her.

Aizel was slicing madly, avoiding the pain in his head, because all he wanted was to kill that bitch. The crescent slashes were becoming increasingly difficult, putting Larisa in a perilous situation. She was sweating profusely, and a look of dread could be seen on her face.

Larisa escaped the slashes while dodging, but a crescent slash appeared from her opposite direction. She didn't have time to evade the slash, so she let it hit her, dispersing her body in flames.

"You'll never be able to kill me, Aizel." Larisa laughed, her flames reassembling, only to see Aizel standing right in front of her.

Larisa's red eyes met Aizel's deep, sharp black eyes. Aizel held his blade with one hand in a stabbing position, as if he were using a spear. He was imagining the stabbing technique of the spear to use on a sword.

"This one's for Henry." Aizel stabbed Larisa three times while whispering in a deep voice. He stabbed so quickly that it was barely visible to the naked eye.

Larisa tried to avoid the stab, but it was too late. The sword not only pierced her flesh at the stomach, heart, and lung areas, but it also pierced the cave walls, leaving three large holes where moonlight entered the cave.

Aizel dashed towards her, drew the dagger from his wrist, and stabbed her in the neck.

Larisa fell on her back towards the ground while whispering in a low voice. "Pl..ea..ss.e spare me, Aizz.." Before she could continue, Aizel stepped on her head with his leg, bursting it like a balloon.

Aizel collapsed on his knees, clutching his head in pain, evidently having misused the complex mana techniques. The pain was like a swarm of tiny needles constantly poking his skull. Aizel passed out from pain near Larisa's body.

*****

It was morning, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky when Aizel finally woke up from his deep slumber, and he could feel the intense pain still lingering in his head like a constant, only to find himself lying on the floor of his apartment.

"So it was a dream," Aizel murmured softly as he tried to get up from the floor. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder and back, only to reveal deep sword scars on his shoulder where Larisa had stabbed him.

Aizel's eyes widened in horror as he realized what had happened to him was fucking real.

"I really went to the other world and returned safely." While looking for a medical kit to bandage the wound, Aizel thought to himself. If he told someone about his entire experience, they would undoubtedly laugh at him. Well, it's not like he has someone to talk to.

"But how is this possible?" Aizel treated his wound while looking for his phone, only to discover a series of missed calls from Irene and Dr. Shelly.

"Fuck, it's been a week since no one answered the phone; I should call Dr. Shelly first."

Aizel dialed Dr. Shelly's number, and the latter instantly answered the call. "Hi, Aizel. Where have you been? Why aren't you answering my and Irene's calls? Is everything all right? "I'm on my way to your place right now."

"Hold on, no need to come to my place, doctor; I'll see you in the evening to discuss something important."

"All right, but if you dare to bail on me, I swear I will be compelled to take some serious action; see you later." Dr. Shelly hung up the phone as Aizel exhaled, "Phew. I should leave Irene for tomorrow. For now, I need to clear my head so I can talk with Dr. Shelly, or I'll go fucking insane."

Aizel examined his hands and saw Larisa's blood in them. He murdered a real person. To say he killed her is an understatement; he ruthlessly squashed her head like an insect.

"I don't feel anything; what has happened to me?" Aizel feared that he might lose his way.

"I should sleep first; the ache in my head is fucking killing me." Aizel entered his room, leaped into his bed, and promptly fell asleep.

Aizel awoke late in the evening and went straight to the bathroom to take a bath. He dressed for his appointment in a black shirt and blue jeans after taking a bath. He shut his apartment door and called a taxi.

Aizel was nervous about his visit with Dr. Shelly; not only did he have to explain why he hadn't returned her calls for a week, but Larisa's death was also bothering him.