The Young Son Swordmaster

eps 20's

The Sierra Camaro lasted about a minute longer than Edington, but still did not manage to injure or make Jin tired.

Once he was David Mcchi, but Jin's fight against him ended in the same way as the previous two fights. However, David is somewhat more tenacious than Sierra and Jin must exert more force than before, which causes his opponent's ribs to break.

Simple fractures can be easily treated by the Runcandel medical team. As long as the wound is not fatal—such as an amputated limb or a damaged vital organthe medical team can heal the victim completely in an instant.

“Urgh, it's enlightening, Young Master. Thank you for your guidance! Urgh!”

Jin flinched when he saw David lose consciousness and fall down, while still smiling and giving a thumbs up.

Just ... how many more muscular lunatics are there in this crazy clan?? Even if Jin was David's superior, no sane person would smile and show gratitude to the man who had just crushed one of his ribs.

Moreover, it was not a forced statement. David was truly grateful from the bottom of his heart. Jin hid his discomfort and lightly nodded back.

'Well, come to think of it, I used to behave in the same way while studying and training magic under my master before my regression. I shouldn't judge David now.’

Mr. Jin—who is two years younger than him—not your usual teacher.

They once burned Jin with lightning for hours to 'teach him lightning magic', and also sent him flying through the air all day to 'teach him wind magic'. And they laugh all the time.

Whenever something like this happened during his training, Jin would thank his master with a smile on his face like the current David. The desire to 'get stronger' can sometimes turn humans into muscle-brain maniacs.

"I really didn't think straight back then, did I?"

Jeez, gosh.

Jin lightly swung his wooden sword, waiting for the next opponent.

"I'm Mesa Milkano, Young Master."

“I know your name. You are the second daughter of the Milkano family.”

“One of your honors remembers me. I'm not going to be as easy as dealing with the other cadets you faced before me. Today, I will definitely defeat you, Young Master. ”

“I look forward to it.”

Mesa positioned herself and prepared for battle. He then calmly started circling around Jin without showing any gaps. No wonder he was the strongest Garon beginner class cadet.

He did not behave in the same manner as when he mercilessly attacked Bellop.

Mesa looked down on Bellop and attacked without considering the consequences. However, Jin was a completely different opponent compared to Bellop, so he completely changed his attitude and approach towards the duel.

'The Musa Milkano. I remember that in my first life, he passed all the exams and qualifications needed to pass as a cadet, and was quickly deployed to the main house as a protective knight. I never interacted with him personally, so I don't really remember the details of his life.'

He is a perfect example of an elite.

Although he had yet to see the true power of Bellop, Mesa was still a very talented fighter.

Jin has competed against Mesa seven times until now. He has lost the first two times, and won the remaining five. And each time, the difference in their skills and strength grew wider.

And through his duel against talented individuals like Mesa, Jin realized how impressive his sword talent was - a gift he never used and experienced completely in his first life due to the Bladed Illusion curse.

“I still have to face six more opponents after Mesa. But holding back my strength and energy while facing Mesa was a bad idea. I need to defeat him in a direct confrontation to instill fear in my next opponent's head.'

His spars against Edington, Sierra and David are just appetizers.

The duel against the true elites of the beginner training class begins with Mesa. And for a 14-year-old Jin, defeating them all directly would be demanding and heavy.

Therefore, Jin planned to instill a 'misunderstanding' in the minds of other cadets during his duel against Mesa: that they would never be able to win against Jin in a direct battle.

'Having a frontal clash, while still looking relaxed and calm all the time. Those are two important points I need to remember during this spar.’

This time, Jin was the first to make a move.

His attacks consisted of the most basic stabs and slashes. Not a single irregular or strange movement was added. Mesa easily fended off and dodged his attack, but as the attack continued, his mind became complicated and heavy.

'Why is the young master only using such basic attacks?'

Even though it is your standard attack, each movement is heavy and sharp. Mesa's hands and wrists were numb from fending it all off.

However, that was not the reason why his mind was in turmoil.

'When will he start going all out?'

'He had the chance to send my sword flying right now, but he didn't.'

'He must have done this on purpose. But why…'

While Mesa was racking his brain, Jin continued to swing his wooden sword with a calm expression. Even as Mesa twisted her body to avoid her basic series of attacks, she stuck to the basics.

"Did he underestimate me?"

Ughhhh!

Mesa gritted her teeth and stomped on the ground to stabilize her position.

"Alright, allow me to console you, Young Master!"

As soon as Mesa improved her posture and gripped her wooden sword tightly, her worries disappeared. He also started using only the most basic attacks to deal with Jin.

Immediately, all of the luxurious techniques and complex movements completely disappeared from their duels. They exchanged attacks and defences. It has been a very simple fight.

Simple battles with brute force.

Mesa is quite confident and proud of her physical strength. He was not arrogant, as he had learned the basics of aura manipulation in the Milkano castle before coming to the Runcandel Clan.

Bang, bstf! The explosion!

The sound of explosions echoed throughout the training ground as the wooden swords of the two fighters collided with each other. This brutal battle of strength had lasted for over five minutes. The other cadets could only watch the duel with wide eyes.

Huff, huff.

Someone is out of breath now. It was the sound of Mesa panting.

'I ... was pushed back in terms of physical strength?'

Even Mesa knew that she could not win against Jin in this fight.

But he believed that his physical strength surpassed him, if not the same. Mesa could not accept that she would be pushed back by someone younger than her.

He was still unaware of the gap between ordinary people and those of the Runcandel— lineage who had blessed bodies.

“Haaah!”

Mesa suddenly shouted loudly as she swung her wooden sword. He attempted to regain full control of his emotions, but that eventually became the cause of his defeat.

Jin did not dodge the attack that contained all of Mesa's power, and accepted it directly.

Mesa expected him to retreat to dodge his attack, so he planned to quickly run forward to deliver the final blow after his swing.

In other words, this is a Mesa trump card. Even Garon judged his plan to be reasonable.

However, the situation did not develop as Mesa had expected.

The crack!

“Eh......?!”

The wooden sword he swung down with all his strength shattered as Jin's sword struck him with an upward swing.

'How can? Not that Young Master Jin used an aura just now.’.

As Mesa asked herself unknowingly, Jin's wooden sword had reached her neck, waiting a few millimeters from her skin.

Phew.

Jin sighed deeply and regulated his breathing.

“...It's my loss, Young Master.”

“It was a great duel, Mesa Milkano.”

While he replied calmly, Jin's forehead was drenched in sweat.

Mesa then turned her gaze to his broken sword. This is not a trick or an illusion. Jin also did not use aura. So why was only his wooden sword broken?

'Damn it!'

As he watched Jin head to one side of the training ground to obtain a new wooden sword, Mesa finally realized the reason behind this phenomenon.

"I can't use this one anymore."

Every spectator believed that the duel between Jin and Mesa was one of brute force without any complexities or complicated techniques.

However, there was one truth hidden in that battle.

While Jin and Mesa exchanged blows one after another, the boy aimed at the middle of the Mesa sword each time.

On the other hand, Mesa's attack had affected the entire surface of Jin's wooden blades.

Jin's determination to break Mesa's sword, versus Mesa's determination to face her in a head-on battle. The breaking of the wooden sword of Mesa was no coincidence.

He believed that this was a battle of 'rough power', but in reality, it was a battle of 'accuracy'.

There was no big difference in their strength and stamina. However, the cause of his loss was the difference in their accuracy and persistence.

'Is this humanly possible?'

Mesa asked herself while biting her lower lip.

A few seconds later, he came to the conclusion that it was indeed possible to achieve such a feat. As long as one was more skilled than their opponent and predicted the progression of the battle, it would be easily achievable.

However, he never thought it would be possible to do so here, now. Despite being in the famous Runcandel Clan training class, it was still a 'beginner' training class'. No one should be skilled enough to do this.

'So, what does it mean to be a Runcandel? I should devote myself to my training, and next time, I will definitely.!’.

Mesa returned to her seat.

Even if one expects to lose, actually experiencing defeat always leaves a bitter taste in the mouth. Mesa's heart was filled with the pain of defeat, but also the gratitude of having learned an important lesson from Jin.

After his duel with Mesa, Jin faces the remaining six cadets. However, he could win without much difficulty. No one else faced him directly like Mesa. Therefore, none of them could steal control over the flow of battle from Jin.

When the last opponent fell in front of Jin, the other cadets all gulped.

In their eyes, Jin easily defeated all the challengers after Mesa.

However, it's not as easy as it looks.

After facing ten extremely talented cadets one after another, Jin was somewhat out of breath after his last battle.

'Good, I still have energy left.'

Jin did not make an example out of Mesa just to save her energy as much as possible because she was afraid that she could not defeat the ten cadets.

Even if he did not instill misunderstandings in the minds of the other challengers by breaking Mesa's sword, he could still defeat all of them.

“Good work, Young Master. With this, you will be allowed to attend middle training classes starting next year. Congratulations."

“Huff, huff. I'll be in your care until next year.”

“Should we end the morning training session now? It's almost lunch time.”

“How long until lunch hour?”

“There's about ten minutes left. Is there a problem?"

“There's one more person I want to deal with.”

Garon froze at Jin's words, and looked into the boy's eyes.

“Who is on your mind?”

Jin slowly turned his gaze to the cadets.

In one corner of the group was a boy sitting with an empty expression, scratching his head.

“Bell. Bellop Schmitz.”

All the cadets gazes turned to Bellop in an instant.

Garon's eyes opened wide as the name came out of Jin's mouth.

'...Did the young master see Bellop's hidden talent?'

The person in question looked around, dumbfounded. She and the other cadets had no idea why Jin chose her.

"awake. Come and fight me. ”

Jin lightly threw the wooden sword towards the surprised boy.

“Y-Young Master? I... Um, I—”

“Bellop Schmitz!”

Jin suddenly shouted his name, which Bellop instinctively stood on.

“You can't survive inside this clan if you keep acting that way. Come here. I'll wake your sleepy head.”