CHAPTER 0
The sword of the thousand tons.
During the Great War of Dragons and Giants, the different races were divided into factions.
Some worked hard for the prosperity of their people with the knowledge gained during the fierce war and the help of the great five giant heroes who contributed to the hope of survival of each different race, giving them as a gift what they themselves knew.
The human race formed alliances with four different races, becoming the leading race to prosper thanks to the supportive contribution of all those who joined in the prosperous work of ideas and mutual support.
Humans, beast people, dwarves, hobbits, and ogres gave new hope to each of their people, thus giving birth to the distinct cultures of each nation. However, quarrels and disagreements began after time, mainly because the human race that was gaining the reputation of an egomaniacal race with a greed for power. Unleashing a conflict with the race of beast people, especially with the beast family of Phatsura.
Well, this family was the most developed among all the other three families of beast people, unlike the other races, thanks to those skills and affinity with the sword.
The first style among the whole branch of techniques is the style from the Phatsura beast family: The defensive staff sword
A style that, as its name indicates, is purely defensive with the aim of safeguarding the safety of the user's life. That this style influences combat techniques, although, despite being a style dedicated to the defensive, it does not cease to be lethal in the field of the use of their own fencing; dance steps, beautiful and worthy of calling them a living work of art, each step, each cut elegant and beautiful in its fullness, imbued with an immense lethality.
The Phatsura family won the conflict, but the human race was not happy with the outcome; after all, they had lost more than their share of the resources at their disposal.
On the other hand, the Khatura family was developing its own style with the sword in order to rival and be the main counter of the sword style of the Phatsura family, thus flourishing a rivalry between both families, giving birth to the offensive style of the Khatura beast family:The offensive cut sword.
As well as the defensive staff style, the Khatura family opted for the offensive, instantly becoming the weakness of the sword style of the Phatsura family.
Being a purely lethal style that requires a great understanding of the environment and the skills of the target in order to find their most vulnerable point within their defense or technique.
Aggressive cuts, but with a clear coherence when studying the enemy, although they lack a clear defense, leaving the user vulnerable the instant he is careless for a moment. The rivalry between the two styles grew as time went by; despite this, the relationship between the two families improved in a strange way. Fruits of the same rivalry between the two styles.
Although, during that time, the beast family of Ghamurant was no slouch either, with Darko at the main head before the arrival of their firstborn from their budding love affair with the princess of the Phatsura family.
Darko, was always known as a rather spirited and energetic little lad, calling himself as the strongest in the world, with an unwavering sense of justice that rivaled the ogre people.
A race characterized by that enormous will of the overflowing spirit of its people, although at the beginning Darko and these ogre people had a good relationship of friendship because of that strong sense of will in their justice.
Darko ended up sleeping with the ogre leader's wife after a long night full of bitter alcohol. The whole scandal spread throughout the ogre city, where Darko Ghamurant ended up banned for life from the ogre city, although the ogre leader's wife had ended up more than happy. She even tried multiple times to repeat the events of that night with Darko.
All that scandal increased in force when the same wife of the ogre leader commented a phrase that would freeze the poor man during one of those passionate nights of carnal connection.
"Ahg.... You've got her as small as a grain of rice, nothing compared to Darko's immense length.... ~Mghmm~."
The bed in the room stopped squeaking; the dim candlelight made it possible to see the ogre leader's wife's disappointed expression at her sexual ineffectiveness.
The sweat on her beefy body suddenly stopped at that comment from her beloved. Darko was what mainly rumbled over the thoughts in his head. While the ogre leader was not known for the size of what he hid between his legs, he was known for his immense brute strength.
The silence of that passionate night vanished the instant the ogre leader shot out of his city, red with anger. After all, ¿how would anyone dare steal his wife from a man as strong as the leader of the ogres? Of course, Darko had no idea; he was just sleeping peacefully with two ladies from the bar in his city, Ghamurant.
Back then, the city of Ghamurant was not yet as big and renowned as it would become in the future; it was even called the poorest city of the three beast families thanks to the bad reputation of Darko, the main head of the Ghamurant family in those low times.
A rumbling succumbed in a humble inn; Darko, sleeping peacefully in said in, was instantly alarmed, accompanied by those two beautiful young women dismayed by the sudden interruption that was due to the ogre leader, who was quick to spread that immense bloodlust directed exclusively at Darko, though Darko himself showed no surprise or fear; in fact, he found it thrilling.
"¡Darko Ghamurant, prepare to die tonight, you damned, crawling, wife-stealing animal!"
Darko's eyes widened, and not primarily because of the threat, but because for the first time he had witnessed an ogre vocalize in such a sublime manner that it became disturbing, for ogres were not primarily known for their intelligence in the grammatical environment, adding that they had no language of their own beyond trying to figure out conversations based on their own judgment and people's actions, whereupon, right now, Darko was a glistening demon king hungry for sexual desire in the eyes of the ogre leader.
"¡Calm down, calm down big guy! It was just... Uhm, ¿a class on the anatomy of ogre female bodies? I mean, I'm someone who likes to learn a lot, ¿you know?"
That mocking comment only increased the anger of the ogre leader, who, with a shout, ran off in the exact direction of a Darko clad in only a pair of boxers.
"¡You son of a bitch!"
The sudden movement generated an impatient wave of fresh air that succumbed to the surrounding debris; Darko impatiently opted to duck, narrowly dodging that detonating, ferocious blow.
"¡uh! If it weren't for the fact that I'm the amazing Darko Ghamurant, you'd probably already be messing with my beautiful head. ¡Hell, you're incredibly strong, big guy!"
His enthusiasm increased, allowing him to draw that characteristic grin of his, which annoyed the ogre leader even more; consequently, he once again lunged at his victim.
However, before performing yet another blow, his face was deformed, consequently, from a sudden blow delivered at the hands of a huge metal bar wielded by Darko.
"Woah! How does metal taste?"
The bar boasted a strange aura, an aura that burned in immense heat upon the hands of the beast wielding it.
That night, he was given the first glimpse of the Ghamurant family's sword style: The thousand-ton sword.
Since then and from that fateful fight in which Darko came out as the winner, the Ghamurant family grew along with the development of his own style, basing the main bases of his branch of fencing on cuts and movements that do not follow a common sense or orientation, cuts loaded with immense force accompanied by the weight he exerts on his sword because, unlike the other two other styles that require light and easy to manipulate swords, Darko found it much more fun to maneuver heavy things, with which, and thanks to a dwarven blacksmith who was and is a very good friend of his, the swords were made to the liking of the chief Ghamurant.
The ogre city went mad with the defeat and death of its leader, although that same despair ended quickly with the birth of a new leader: indirectly, Darko's firstborn, who was forgotten.
Even so, the sword style of the Ghamurant family is not very well received by the two remaining families, who considering it an ineffective style and without a skill beyond brute force, only for those who are unable to handle a real sword. Even so, the style of the thousand tons was gaining respect among the society, giving rise to the forms and bases of the three styles of each different beast family.
Laying those foundations and principles, The phatsura and Khatura families inflicted their rivalry in the knowledge of their own sword art. For those who wished to find their own way in this sweet art, the Ghamurant family aimed to spread only the will of the strongest with the fiery spirit of a swordsman.
The sword of the defensive staff
The sword of the offensive cut.
The sword of the thousand tons.
They became the three main branches of fencing and sword techniques, born from the same passion for teaching and dilemma: The holy church of the sword.