Dark's Pre Crisis

Linguard Korosu And Cosmic's Intervention.

Dark walked through the familiar halls of the Academy of the Elites, his mind heavy with the weight of recent events. He had come back to check on everything, to see if anything had changed, and to perhaps find a sense of clarity in the place that had shaped him so much. As he moved through the corridors, students and teachers alike watched him with a mixture of awe and curiosity.

Dark: (thinking) It feels strange to be back here. So much has changed, yet so much remains the same.

He entered one of the large training rooms where students were practicing swordsmanship. The clinking of the metal and the disciplined shouts of the trainees filled the air. Dark observed for a moment, his eyes scanning the room, before he stepped forward.

Instructor: (noticing Dark) Everyone, gather around! We have a special guest today.

The students quickly assembled, forming a semi-circle around Dark. Their faces were a mix of excitement and nervousness. Dark, however, remained stoic, his usual calm demeanor masking the turmoil within.

Dark: (addressing the class) Today, I'll be teaching you some advanced swordsmanship techniques. Follow me outside.

The students followed him in silence, their curiosity piqued by the presence of the legendary swordsman. Once outside, Dark demonstrated various techniques, his movements fluid and precise. Despite his mastery, there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in his demeanor.

Student 1: (whispering) He barely smiles. I wonder what's bothering him.

Student 2: (whispering) I've never seen him like this. He looks... disappointed.

Suddenly, a student stepped forward, his expression determined.

Kim: Dark, I challenge you to a duel.

The entire class gasped, exchanging shocked glances and whispers.

Student 3: (whispering) Finally, someone dares to challenge Dark after all these years.

Dark's eyes met Kim's, and for the first time, a spark of interest flickered in them.

Dark: (coolly) Very well. What's your name?

Kim: My name is Kim. I am Cosmic's First Habitable Creation.

Dark's eyes widened slightly at the mention of Cosmic. A small, rare smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Dark: (smiling) Now that's what I like to hear.

Kim unsheathed his sword, taking a ronin stance that exuded confidence and readiness. The class formed a large circle around them, their anticipation palpable.

The circle of students watched with bated breath as Dark and Kim faced off. Dark, still holding his katana, noticed a wooden stick lying on the ground. He picked it up, examining it briefly before tossing his katana aside.

Dark: (calmly) I'll use this.

The students gasped again, murmuring among themselves at the audacity of Dark using a simple stick against a skilled opponent like Kim.

Kim: (confidently) You're going to regret that.

Without another word, Kim launched himself at Dark with incredible speed, his sword glowing with a mix of magical energy. He swung his blade in a series of intricate and powerful slashes, each one infused with elemental magic—fire, ice, and lightning crackling along the edge.

Dark moved with effortless grace, the wooden stick in his hand parrying each strike with precision. He sidestepped and ducked, his movements fluid and almost casual, as if he were merely taking a walk in the park. Despite Kim's best efforts, Dark showed no sign of struggle or effort, his expression remaining stoic and uninterested.