The Young Son Swordmaster
eps 22's
Genesis Knight, Cyron Runcandel.
After he had welcomed his youngest son in the Sword Garden four years ago, he immediately went to the Black Sea again. The question the boy had asked earlier still weighed on his mind.
Is God Soldert stronger than Dad?
"I can be stronger than God."
The monsters in the Black Sea did not attack Cyron. They did not even approach the center of the Black Sea where Cyron was currently sitting. That is how they preserve natural ecosystems.
To eat and be eaten.
Cyron loved the simplicity of the system, which is why he often came to the Black Sea.
A few days ago, a knight came looking for him in the Black Sea. The knight in question had fought and killed countless monsters and bathed in their blood to see Cyron.
"This is Khan, Patriarch."
Cyron did not turn around to face her and only opened his eyes. He sat cross-legged, but his body floated above the ground with a stretch of hands.
"Speak freely, Khan."
Khan approached him while wiping the blood on his armor.
He then gave his report with a stiff face, and Cyron waited for Khan to finish speaking with a calm look.
However, in the middle of the report, the corners of Cyron's lips lifted forming a grin.
"…That's everything."
The floating body slowly started to descend to the ground.
“So, that's what... did the youngest?”
“Indeed, Patriarch.”
The contents of Khan's report are details of the commotion in the beginner training class caused by Jin's recent actions.
Although Garon had said that he would not reveal the details of the incident to another Runcandel, he could not keep it a secret from patriarch Runcandel. Therefore, he told Khan— Cyron—'s right hand about the incident.
However, he did not tell anyone else. Garon was not afraid of Jin at the moment, but he was afraid of the future Jin.
“Kuhaha.”
Cyron suddenly threw his head back and laughed out loud.
"So that's the principle believed by the youngest. He would use his overwhelming power to dominate others, while also embracing and caring for weaker humans at times."
Khan did not answer and just lowered his head.
Snoots.
A wide grin formed on Cyron's face. In the past few years, he had laughed so much, far more than he had ever laughed after reaching the demigod realm.
“Then we need to check if those principles have value or value.”
"Yes, Patriarch."
“Come back and tell this to Garon. Before he climbs into the middle training class, have the youngest do..”.
As a result, Khan had to spend a few more days coming out of the Black Sea and fighting monsters to relay orders to Garon.
January 1795.
Jin — is now 15 years old — is recognized as a 3-star knight and is enjoying the last break of a beginner training class.
Each year, cadets receive a two-week vacation during the first month. It was their only time off, as cadets practiced every day of the year.
It was more or less a holiday.
Most of the cadets returned to their hometowns during this period. Competent cadets trained on their own and inspected their equipment, while outstanding cadets wandered around the Huphester Alliance workshop and ordered specially crafted swords.
Why did they order the sword, you ask?
The reason for this is because they realize how they are the most likely candidates to advance to the next class. Results and nominations are announced only after the two-week break ends, but most of the time, it is fairly easy to predict who will advance to the middle class.
Starting from the middle training class, the cadets no longer used wooden swords. They had to use a personal sword made especially for them.
The cadets excelled from the beginner's class— like Mesa Milkano—all of them temporarily left the Sword Garden to get their weapons. Although the results have yet to be revealed, all of these cadets know that they will definitely be chosen.
"Jin, brother."
"Yes, Eldest Brother."
Needless to say, the top ranked beginner class this year was Jin.
If Jin was a cadet like Mesa and the others, he would have already wandered around the blacksmith and forged in Huphester.
However, he was a Runcandel.
He was the youngest son of a clan of leading swordsmen, who possessed too many priceless and top-class swords. Therefore, he only needed to pick up a random sword in the clan's arsenal.
He did not need any specially made weapons. Among the thousands of swords that were in the arsenal, at least some of them had to fit in his hands.
“Pretty troublesome to find a sword that suits you, you know?”
However, Jin could not choose his own sword. Luna said that she wanted to present her sword and spend an entire month exploring the arsenal.
After all, Luna was much better at finding a good sword compared to the current Jin, so she had nothing to lose by taking his advice.
“I'm looking forward to it, Eldest Brother.”
Bang out!
Luna removed the large axe sword on her back and placed it on the floor. It was a different sword compared to his beloved 'Crantel.
Jin could only make a confused face. The swords that Luna put down looked bigger than her.
On the other hand, Luna's eyes glittered with impatience.
"This sword was once called the 'Bayles Slayer'. It was a weapon that I loved to use in my teenage years.”
What is an axe sword, you ask?
As the name suggests, it was a sword with an axe blade attached at the end. It's big, heavy and big. The history of the axe sword is not too long.
It was a weapon created by Luna Runcandel personally at the age of fifteen. Until then, no one had used a weapon like this.
In other words, the name 'Bayles Slaughterer' comes from Luna's own chaotic, wild, and unstable adolescence.
"So? Do you like it?"
Luna spoke with innocent eyes full of hope and hope. A chill ran through Jin's spine as he coughed awkwardly.
“I... don't really think this one.. fits.”.
Luna's joyful and hopeful mood soon fell on her. He put on a sullen smile as a somber atmosphere formed around him.
“Haha, I was just kidding. Just kidding…"
'That doesn't seem like a joke, though ...'
Jin barely stopped himself from saying that out loud, and just laughed awkwardly.
For a few more seconds, Luna holds a pipe dream that Jin will take the sword axe. However he immediately gave up and sighed deeply before taking out another sword.
“You how else... How about this one..?”
It looked ordinary, but when Jin received the sword from Luna, his eyes began to tremble.
“...Since you chose Barisada during the Selection Ritual, it is fitting that you obtain this sword. It also fits your swordsmanship style.”
srrr.
As he grabbed the handle and pulled it, a snow-white sword entered his gaze.
'Bradamante!'
Jin admired the pure and unadulterated sword as he shouted the name of the weapon in his mind. He stared at the colorful reflection that shone like a star diamond, as if he had fallen in love with her.
Bradamante.
It was the brother of Barisada, the sword once used by First Patriarch Temar Runcandel. Excluding Barisada, there were only a few swords surpassing Bradamante in Runcandel's arsenal.
Before forging Barisada, the legendary blacksmith 'Picon Minche' created Bradamante as a prototype, which is now known as one of the best swords around the world.
“Sounds like it.”
“Of course, Eldest Brother. It's one of the greatest weapons even among the swords we have in the clan. Thank you very much."
Jin's tone was calm, but he was so happy that he wanted to jump around in excitement now.
'If it wasn't for Luna, it would have been nearly impossible for me to take Bradamante out of the armory. The clan will not allow it. Still, to think he'd give me Bradamante... It was the sword Murakan ordered me to obtain in the future!'
Since the Bradamante is an incredible sword, many of Jin's brothers are after him.
But there's a reason why this sword is special to Jin.
Spiritual energy.
When Barisada and Bradamante absorb spiritual energy, they reveal their true value.
But this is a feature that can only be accessed by those who control shadows.
“Although many of our brothers miss Bradamante... How can I repay you for this, Eldest Brother?”
“Payar... It seems like you are still uncomfortable when you are near me. How pathetic.”
"That's not what I mean, Sister."
“To ease my grief, I must bully you. Close your eyes now, brother. Let's start our lesson.”
"Yes…"
Luna grinned mischievously as she rubbed Jin's head and ruffled her hair.
“Today again, I will tell you to observe using mind eyes.”
"I'm sober."
“But unlike before, I'll tell you something else you need to know about mind-eye.”
“What's up, Sister?”
Luna crouched down and held Jin's hand.
“Be aware that in our family, where siblings are busy trampling each other, there is at least one person who loves you unconditionally without expecting anything in return. So don't make your sister sad any more than this.”
"I'm sorry, Sister."
“Before you were born, I spent my days in loneliness in this family. But one victim is more than enough. You don't have to go through that either. ”
Jin decides not to question Luna's good intentions and love from now on.
It is true that this kind sister had turned a blind eye to Jin and his misery in his first life. But Jin is willing to turn the page and forget his past neglect of him.
'I don't even know everything about him from that life. Maybe he's having a hard time. I should not judge with incomplete information.
***
"It's too fast."
"What?"
“Your control over spiritual energy is still not perfect for waking Bradamante. You must achieve at least a 3-star spiritual release to try to awaken the sword.”
“star 3? I think I'll reach it soon. I should be able to use the sword immediately!”
Thumping!
Murakan closed the erotic magazine in his hand forcefully and looked at Jin.
“Listen carefully, Son. Barisada and Bradamante. Those two spirit swords were dangerous weapons that should not be raised haphazardly. 3-star was the minimum requirement. But use Bradamante as a regular sword until you reach 5-star, understand?”
"But I don't have much patience ... I guess I should reach 5-star within the next year."
"Yes right. Even if you were the best spirit controller in his teenage years and you ate spiritual energy at every meal instead of the original food, it would still be impossible. Enough with the bullshit. Even a street dog will stop in his way to laugh at you now.”
How not to mature. Jin could not believe the individual in front of him was truly a dragon that had existed for over 3,000 years.
Jin seemed to frown and took the magazine in Murakan's hands.
"What was that? Huh huh? Something about street dogs? Say that again, I didn't hear you.”
“Restore my magazine. Give it back, bad boy. Do you know how hard it is to.”.
"Young Master!"
The bickering duo stopped and turned to Gilly, who was running towards them. He seems to be in a hurry.
"What's up, Gilly?"
"The Garon Instructor asked you, Young Master."
“Why does Garon want to see me during the break? If she has anything to say, tell her to come see me in person. ”
“It...”
As her eyes shook with worry, Gilly approached Jin and spoke softly.
"He said he needed to give you an overview of the operation using the map, Young Master."
"Operation?"
“Yes, Garon Instructor has assigned you your first ‘mission’. And apparently, you should leave as soon as the break is over. ”
Jin put the magazine in his hand.
'A mission ... Right, now that I am a 3-star knight, it is about time that I was given my first assignment. But go as soon as the break ends?’
Something is suspicious.
'The 'Mission' is given starting from the middle training class. Since missions usually concerned assassinations, battles, monster subjugations, etc., the beginner class was not involved with them.
What's more, the advance to the middle class happened one month after the break for the Runcandel cadets, so it was strange to be given a mission right after the break.
'Well, I guess I could technically be considered a member of the middle class since my progress was confirmed a few months ago. Maybe they judged that it was okay to give me a task.’
As soon as Jin sorted through his thoughts and nodded, Gilly gave him additional information.
“And the participants of this mission are.. ten members of the beginner training class including you, Young Master. Something is wrong. You should immediately talk to the Garon Instructor. ”
