The Greatest Beast Tamer of Earth



He took another step. The gale passed by gently, but he could sense an invisible pressure on him. This was not the first time he had witnessed it, but it looked different this time. "Is it because of my excitement?"

Ignoring it, he took some more steps. He saw some beasts with sword elements moving here and there. They were all unique and distinct, and he noticed their number had increased significantly compared to the previous time. As he moved further, he noticed a familiar atmosphere; even the grass here had a sharp edge that could cut through human skin easily.

He noticed the beasts training alone, hitting boulders or trees, practicing their skills. Some dueled with other beasts and tried to improve; this place was filled with beasts training to become stronger. This was what he liked about this place. The atmosphere here could motivate anyone to train hard.

As he got closer to the center, he felt something strange. His instincts told him something was wrong, and he was confused about it as he could not notice anything ominous. "My instincts have never failed me. Is there something I'm missing that I can't notice? Oh god, I hope it is not about Sheru."

His fist clenched, and a little red glint appeared in his eyes momentarily. The smile disappeared from his face, and what appeared was a cold, emotionless face. "Let's not waste any more time," he said, running and praying that Sheru was safe. He had to only rely on his physical capabilities, as the use of skills was forbidden here, which limited his ability to use skills to locate him.

"Let's not panic," he said, stopping in his tracks, calming down, and taking a deep breath. "Let's use our bond to locate him," he said, closing his eyes and starting to focus. The area around him all disappeared; he appeared to be the only person present; only darkness gave him company as he tried to sense something.

For some time, he was not able to sense anything; he kept trying until he finally sensed a little presence. It was as if a tiny thread the width of a hair, shining white, was connecting him to some other entity. As he focused on it and traced it, it became thicker and thicker.

His feet started moving by themselves, following the trace of the invisible string he could only sense. He kept moving for some time before his feet stopped; the string the width of a hair had become as thick as chains. He sensed a presence at the end of the rope. It was similar yet distinct.

The curtain covering his eyes gently lifted, and he regained his ability to see again. Due to closing them for some time, everything appeared a little blue. His eyes then fell on the place before him. A majestic waterfall was before him. It looked like a blanket of water moving with the flow of the wind. It was not regular between a small tree branch that separated it into two parts.

Below it was a strange cave that was shrouded in darkness. His eyes blinked as he took a deep breath. He sensed the presence of a beast approaching him. This was the presence he was familiar with. It made his skin crawl as he got flashbacks of the terrifying creature he had once faced. His feet were about to make a run for his life when he noticed that it was something distinct.

A shadow of a figure emerged from the depths of darkness. It was a breathtaking amalgamation of power and elegance. Standing at a formidable two meters in length, covered in snowy-white fur cascading like a cascade of silk, shrouding it in a cloak of ethereal softness. Yet beneath this deceptive layer lies a potent force.

The creature's visage represented duality, embodying both ferocity and tranquility. Its eyes, a luminous shade of molten gold, held a presence that could cut through steel. Radiating the aura of a master swordsman, capable of slicing through the fabric of relationships with a mere gaze.

Across its pristine coat, intricate dark markings formed mesmerizing patterns. An imprint of the golden sword settled between its foreheads, a symbol of its mastery over the art of the blade. This emblem spoke volumes about its regal authority.

A mane of spiky hairs framed around its neck gives it an air of majestic grandeur. Its claws, ivory and keen as the North Star, hinted at the lethal grace concealed within its serene demeanor. Its ears, elongated and adorned with additional tufts of fur, attest to its keen sense of hearing and perception.

Yet it was not just its physical attributes that made it awe-inspiring; it was the palpable presence of an emperor. It exuded an air of dominion, as if everything existed at its pleasure.

A colossal golden-handled sword is a work of art in itself. With a small tiger head at its pommel, it looked like the head of the beast beside it. Its blade was a testament to both craftmanship and mysticism, adorned with exquisite patterns and etched with ancient runes.

As the Sword Beast emerged from the cave's obsidian maw, it was as though a living legend had stepped forth from the very annals of time. The cave's darkness receded before its majesty, unveiling a being that was both guardian and sovereign, a creature known to all as the Sword Fiend.

The eyes of the boy welled up as he looked at the creature in front of him; his eyes shone in a light that was lost for a while. A natural smile appeared on his face, and he felt at ease, as if a part of him had returned. The beast, who was radiating a terryfying presence, shook. Its tail, which was straight and dugging to the ground, started moving left to right.

It released a 'Growl' and jumped at the boy standing with his hands open in the famous titanic pose. The next moment, he regretted this as he was pinned down by the impact. A whirlwind of licks and rubs followed. He felt the soft touch of its beast, and his tensed nerves relaxed.

He hugged it tightly and rubbed its head gently, as if what he was touching was made up of glass. jealous of watching the two have all the fun, a sword appeared with its blade reflecting light. It found a place between them and disappeared in it. Rishi felt its cold touch and thought it would harm him, but he soon discovered that he was worried for nothing.

The pair looked at the sky, laying on their backs, watching moving clouds. It reminded Rishi of the time he and Sheru had spent together; he wanted to lay down and enjoy this moment by staying here.

As he looked at Sheru, he felt that this little separation had only strengthened their bond. He could feel that he could understand Sheru more deeply now. He sighed in relief, closing his eyes. At last, everything ended well.