The Birth of the Demon Sword

Coaching

Chapter 5 - 05. Coaching

Noah's life went on. His long black hair continued to grow so much that his mother often combed it for him. Lily continues to manage the first floor of the guesthouse, sometimes meeting Rhys away at night. She often begged him to do more for her son, explaining Noah's interest in cultivation and martial arts, but Rhys always refused, hiding behind the main family's rules.

"I can't do anything about him, Lily. His rules were already set: his position allowed him only to gain access to low-level techniques and it was only allowed if he showed some merit in family guards and completed some missions. You can send him there and see how it goes."

Lily's face darkened upon hearing these words. Actually Noah hasn't spent any more time in the library since he was 8 years old, he'd rather go to the guardhouse to do chores in return for some battle tips.

With the most pleading voice Lily could muster, she asked Rhys:

"Our son is smart, he already knows that he cannot find anything relevant about cultivation in the library and turns his attention to the guards hoping to get something valuable. He was only 10 years old, he had to be 13 years old to officially join the guards, but he had been doing the duty for them for 2 years now just to get a better starting point! Can't you give him something? You did it with your other two sons----"

HIT IT!!!!!

A slap hit Lily's left cheek. He shouted lightly and then he rearranged himself in a half-kneeling position with his head lowered and a metallic taste enveloped his mouth.

"Remember your position! Remember that I was the one who allowed you to give birth to that bastard and that's only because you can ease the grief I felt for my dead wife. Don't you dare compare the sons and daughters Rebecca gave me to the lowly sons of prostitutes again. Never forget that I'm the one who let you both live."

With a slight tremble, Lily replied:

"I'm sorry, my lord!"

And then he actually knelt down with his head touching the ground.

"Tsk, you better stand up and make up for it because it makes me mad"

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At the same time, in the guard building, a child aged around 10-11 years old was carrying 2 large buckets of water to a group of guards who were sweating in the sun.

This child, of course, was Noah doing duty for the guards.

Since he understood that he was unable to achieve anything by reading books, he started looking for other ways to have cultivation techniques. Other than breaking into the inner building and stealing books, which was impossible, the only option he had was to enter the family guards and obtain enough services to be granted access to the inner circle. Her teacher scolded her for half a day before giving up on her and returning to the inner circle while her mother simply hugged her and said:

"Be careful"

Although Noah could see a trace of disappointment in Lily's eyes, he couldn't help but follow her decision. He did not want to give up and live another worthless and unattractive life now that he saw the hope of becoming more than a normal man.

'But he really loves me. After a long time he kept seeing my father. Maybe for my sake he stuck with his character.'

Lately, every time she returned to her residence, she would find some new bruises on her mother's body, and yet, she had never seen Lily without a smile when she looked at her.

'I think I should try a little harder in life. I don't think I can live happily if I don't do my best to take care of him.'

A faint smile appeared on his face after this thought. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by a guard who shouted at him:

"Hey, whore, what are you doing smiling like an idiot while still carrying our water?"

He jerked back to reality and rushed to the guard group to deliver the bucket.

"Sorry dear sir, I hope your training goes well. Maybe you want to calm your mind nagging about how hard your workout is, which positions are harder to maintain, how-"

"Shut your mouth, the last person you tricked was sent by the captain to clean the latrine for three months. No one will tell you anything, but if you like helping us in the usual way, I'm sure there will be more than one candidate. "

The guard interrupted Noah's facade before it even began. He was right, in the previous two years, Noah managed to obtain some techniques by feigning innocence in front of some lonely and tired guards. He would usually choose people who seemed to be excluded or bullied so that he could start some sort of relationship with his status as a bastard and then he would ask them to show their form and technique in order to "impressed" and raised their morale.

However, in the past year, the guards began to realize his true intentions and chose to punish the guards who revealed important information. They did not dare to punish him since he was a child and, even having an illegitimate child, he had the blood of the main family in his veins.

It must be said that combat training was still Noah's idea after he had not managed to fool the guards anymore. After all, in his previous life, he basically had no experience in battle so had to make up for it.

"I don't think there's any other choice. Let's go for a walk, it'll be fun."

A group of guards cheered when they heard Noah's reply and started playing some hand games to decide who would be lucky to teach the shameless boy a lesson.

Meanwhile, Noah went to the sword training warehouse to retrieve the short sword out of habit.

The guard building displays a large courtyard in the middle to give the guard a spacious and private place to practice. Noah only made it in thanks to his initial false innocence and his diligence in performing their duties.

The deposit was on the side of the courtyard, so after a few minutes he returned to the guard group with a blunt steel short sword. The guards, at that moment, were used to this child being able to wield the sword quite dexterously with his left hand.

"AHAHA! Son today it's my turn, I'm still mad about the last time"

The guard standing in the distance from his group was 1.80 meters tall and had burly muscles. He is bald and has a long curly beard, and a hairy chest and prominent muscles. From his bare-chested status, you could describe him as the perfect warrior archetype.

"Oh come on Micky, it's just a sword shape and not even very good!"

Hearing this, a tinge of anger appears within Micky as he begins to approach Noah.

"Using weapons won't be fair since you're still a child, so I'll limit myself to this armour. I know you're practicing the Ice-Fire twisting technique so don't expect me to be lenient with you."

Micky ran towards Noah while using his crossed arms to cover his head and chest.

Noah went in the position he learned from the sword style and waited for the right opportunity, shifting his weight on his front legs, ready to run at any moment.

When the guard was a meter and a half away from him, Noah ran down to dodge the guards' attacks and hid from his line of sight. He was basically half of the high guard.

As he ran, he slashed his sword diagonally at the right foot of the guard.

THE CLANG!

A metallic sound against the metal rang out as arm protectors appeared on the trajectory of the sword. The guard anticipated his move.

Without waiting any further, the guard pushed himself towards Noah aiming to hit him with his already lowered shoulder.

Contrary to expectations, Noah did not dodge but twisted his left wrist holding the sword in a strange way. The sword disappeared for a moment only to reappear on Micky's neck without him noticing.

'I ended up doing it in a real battle, I guess it's time to lose'

Thinking of this, Noah removed the sword and let the burly man hit him in the chest.

He flew for 2 meters before landing on the ground. Then he knelt down and coughed up a little blood.

"You're lucky I'm lenient with you if I use all my strength, you'll be bedridden for at least 6 months."

After that, Micky cheered, happy to succeed over the 10-year-old.

"You're so strong, Micky, now I have to go home and rest. Your great strength is hard to digest."

Said Noah getting up and rushing towards his building. When he was at the exit he heard a group of guards laughing with angry shouts amidst laughter resembling his name ...

In a room in the guard building, two figures were staring at the courtyard opposite the window where a group of guards mocked the bald ones.

"So, what do you think of him?"

One of the men asked the other

"He obviously won the round but still faked his defeat. He is aware of his position in the family so he tries to hide as much as possible, yet he cannot give up on his quest for power. He was truly a genius, the rumors were not fake. I don't think that he will learn snake wrist technique in less than two years ... "