The sun cast a warm glow as it was rising... Yet he didn't feel any warmth, the injuries, poison and lack of water and food were taking a toll on him... He knew he had minutes to spare if not less, the wounds stopped causing pain as his body was growing numb from the poison... He could barely walk amongst the crimson snow dyed by the blood he spilled from both his enemies and his own body. Yet he didn't feel any pain, he knew it were his last moments walking, breathing, seeing and experiencing life itself... He didn't have many regrets or things he left behind, yet he felt as if he was doing something wrong... He knew he should say last good-byes to his companions, yet he didn't... The last and biggest regret of a dying, lonely and forgotten man. As he finally slumped over onto a tree he pulled out his swords and stabbed them into the ground, his last and most trustworthy companion... "The Dual Cursed Swords of Darkness", the name the soul revealed to the man was [...]... As he tried to recall his companions name he couldn't, something blocked him from it, he wanted to be angry, furious at himself... But the numbness didn't allow him to do so, he could only watch as his black swords casted a shadow over him in his last moments... He finally decided to ask his swords what was happening with her name...

  -"Hey... It may be the last time we're talking... But... I can't remember your name... Why...? Why can't I remember it...?"

  All he got for an answer was silence, the usually lively soul inside the swords didn't reply to him, his only and last companion was silent at his plea... He started accepting his fate as being finally taken by the cold grip of death he saw so often with his own eye. He could do nothing, but accept what was happening... But then suddenly, the soul replied to his plea... Her voice was unusually sad, full of concern and longing...

  -'Wish I knew kid... I can't remember my own or your name as well... As if it was erased... For the first time in my thousands of years of existence... I have such feelings... Even after losing my previous companions, I didn't have such feelings... Hah, quite pathetic ain't it...?'

  The soul were nearly whispering... The man understood what was happening... His very own existence was either being wiped or sold to some divine being itself as a leverage for something else of equal value... He wanted to cry, but no tears came out... He wanted to scream, but his throat and lungs were slowly filling with blood... The soul as if feeling his current state... Knew that her companion, her weakest yet best companion... Was dying slowly in agony not being able to even move his own fingers or scream... The feelings the soul had were... Sadness and loneliness... A soul and a warrior of overwhelming power had such feelings for the first time in thousands of years... But suddenly she decided to do something she never did before, something that she considered taboo... But they knew it was their last moments together...

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  -'Hey kid... You've probably wondered how I always looked, right? The form I have as the soul in these swords isn't my true form... My true form is something I promised to never reveal to my host, but for you... [...], the weakest and best wielder of the "Dual Cursed Swords of Darkness"... I shall make an exception...'

  As the last words left the sword's "mouth", a shadowy and dark smoke started covering them... The man knew what was happening right now, they were transforming... He had seen it before, but this time it was different... When the smoke disappeared the swords... Were gone... He thought that they probably already moved onto the next wielder as he could feel his own heart slowing down... But then... He felt a gentle and warm touch on his shoulder... With the last ounces of strength he had, he saw something that shocked him... He never expected the true form of the swords to be so... Beautiful... What he saw was a young woman with a gentle face... Yet she wasn't human, her eyes were dark crimson as the blood that was currently pooling in his mouth... She had wolf ears and tail, black as night but the tips had equally beautiful crimson... She wore a traditional Japanese kimono... But it was pitch black with crimson accents emphasizing her hair and unique features... Her voice was warm, gentle and soothing...

  -'Sleep now kid... No, [...] It's your name isn't it...? Rest, you've done good enough... I'm so happy you were my last wielder, a truly beautiful ending to our story right...?'

  As the words left her mouth she shed a single tear... She was incredibly sad and had an extreme feeling of longing towards her nearly dead wielder and master... As the man saw her face, with his last ounces of strength he tried to utter...

  "-Tene-..."

  That was the last word he didn't finish before his passing, he'll be forever remembered as a legend, saviour, loving father and partner... And the ultimate fear striking opponent...