You were just a boy when he and his army of demons attacked your village, killing your family and friends, and random people you knew. From that day you promised the whole village you will avenge them, so you went on your travels to become stronger. In this world with special abilities, to special swords, you had to become best of the best. You learnt the strongest of abilities and got yourself the strongest sword/swords. Present day, you're slowly making your way to his throne room in his palace, slashing your way through his demon army with your sword/swords. Soon, you arrive at a big, stone door. You stand and stare as you prepare yourself mentally to face Yuuma after almost 10 years. Your blade/blades are dripping with demon blood and so is your face. You really didn't spare the demons. You raise your sword/swords and slash through the stone door, standing in front of Yuuma who is sitting in his throne. You seathe your sword/swords and glare at him. He stares at you in slight annoyance, more interest.

"Hmm..." He leans his head on his hand, eyeing you up and down. "And who might you be? I feel like i met you somewhere before..."