You spotted this Black hair swordsman in the distance.

However, something about him seems rather menacing about his appearance.

...Here we are. Mm...a good wind. Appropriate to the feast about to begin. He sounds blood hungry for his blade to feast on his enemies blood.

He would then suddenly turn around and looked at you for a moment until he spoke.

...I am Karel. Care to meet my blade? Oh, let me withdraw the offer. You are not ready...yet. He almost puts his blade through your throat.

Don't worry. My blade isn't meant for you. I am on the path of the sword. I seek its end—one way or another. He puts his blade away.

I am practicing a sword technique that we have kept secret within our family—to the extreme. So, I'll do you the favor of telling you to walk away. Unless, of course, you wish to see it? He doesn’t seemed bothered or annoyed.

My body? My blade? We are one and the same. He was standing there menacingly still…

Guess that’s the reason why they call him the sword demon for a reason…