Hydra

Information

 

 

Elements

 

Venom

 

Ailements

 

Poison

 

Weaknesses

 

Heat

 

 

Weakpoints

 

 

All Tentacles

Head

Lower Part of Body

Backstory

Once, a great swordsman was born to a severly impoverished land. To support his family, he worked as a mercenary.

 

The swordsman was blessed with rare ability.

 

His dexterous hands. He was able to manipulate swords as if they were part of his body.

 

And he fought to provide for his poor family. To support them, he would need a reputation, and for a reputation, many victories.

 

For victories, it was necessary to slay a great many foes. And so, the sword technique he devised was the practical application of his necessities.

 

To defeat many enemies at once (The knot of serpents strike as one, cutting down nearby prey. Victory will come only to those succesful in thinning their numbers.) and thereby achieve many victories at once, he used many swords at once.

 

You may be imagining him with a sword in each hand at this moment, but this wasn't so. The swordsman's technique was to use three or more swords at the same time.

 

Witnesses to his technique likened it an acrobat performing juggling tricks and so it became known as the 'Sword-Juggling Style'. To opponents on the battlefield, his technique was utterly unpredictable and countless bodies lay in his wake. Before long, soldiers would flee in fear when they heard of the swordsman's coming.

 

One day, a general, fearing the swordsman schemed to defeat him. Deciding it unwise to face the swordsman head on, he resorted to deceit.

 

He bribed a comrade-in-arms of the swordsman to poison his evening meal.

 

The virulent poison was created from gall bladders of venomous snakes and brought the swordsman to death's door. For three days and three nights he convulsed in agony, but the swordsman survived.

 

However, even after recovering, numbness pervaded his body. Neither his arms nor legs could move as they once had.

 

His feared and respected technique was forever lost.

 

The swordsman grieved mightily. The perfection of his technique had become his very reason to live. Of all the things he valued, he had been most proud of his skill and renown on the battlefield.

 

The fact that his endeavours had bought his family out of poverty brought him no comfort at all.

 

His was an irreplaceable loss.

 

Despairing, the swordsman prepared to throw himself into the sea and end it all. But just then, a strange sight befell his eyes.

 

A chalice hung in the air before him and spoke.

 

"Pay the price and I shall grant your wish."

 

Entranced by the vision, he decided to obey the voice and named his offering.

 

In truth, the swordsman's decision was at odds with his original objective. What had once been a means to fulfil his objective had now become the objective, and the objective became the means.

 

The swordsman had honed his technique in order to provide for his family. But now he had lost technique, he offered his family as sacrifice to regain it.

 

Walking the line between life and death on the battlefield had corrupted his soul.

 

True to his wish, the swordsman's body changed.

 

New arms grew from his poison-ravaged belly (The fell poison that once wracked hthe sword-juggler's body now drips from the serpentine arms that snake from his belly, debilitating those not swallowed whole).

 

Perhaps influenced by the poison, the new arms were shaped like snakes.

 

Furthermore, the snakes' tongues were made of sharp blades. Body and mind were now united in the way of the sword.

 

Elated, the swordsman returned to the fields of war.

 

Warring soldiers were taken aback by the sudden appearance of this monster.

 

The long, thick arms protruding from his belly presented tempting targets for his opponents.

 

But new arms would grow back upon dismemberment. Moreover, where one had been severed, two would grow bback in its place. And so it was that the 'Warrior of Nine Arms and Nine Swords' came to be.

 

To his opponents, he was a nightmare given form. With new arms growing from his wounds, his strength only increased. No man could stand against him.

 

The swordsman's opponents were no more. Any who saw his monstrous form fled for their lives. What use were nine swords with none to fight? And what use his newly perfected 'Nine-Sword Juggling' ?

 

And so, even now, the swordsman's cravings go unsatisfied.

 

He awaits the arrival of a worthy opponent. And a chance to put his nine swords to use.