The Young Son Swordmaster

eps 27's

Shit, what's going on now?’

After propping up one of Mesa's arms over his shoulder, Jin was about to get up.

The explosion! The explosion!

However due to the sudden explosion, they had to remain crouched. The Kinzelo branch headquarters trembled as if it was about to collapse by itself.

An earthquake?

Or did someone upstairs accidentally detonate some explosives?

Jin looked at the ceiling and sharpened his senses. He had a bad feeling, but remained calm.

"Young Master, please run away first!"

“Silent, Mesa.”

"Please promise me one thing."

Mesa spoke while looking directly into Jin's eyes.

“If we are faced with a life-threatening situation, you should leave me. You can't give up your life here.”

Jin nodded in silence.

But that doesn't mean he agrees with Mesa. If he really agreed with her, he would not have come to save her himself. However, he judged that pretending to agree with her was the best way to calm her down in this situation.

"We need to figure out what's going on up there first."

“Could a witch attack that building? It feels like it will collapse anytime.”

"The witches here don't have this much power."

Echoes and explosions continued throughout their conversation.

“We will go up. Unfortunately, I won't be able to support you. Concentrate and stay behind me.”

The two slipped up the stairs.

The collision happened outside, but the walls inside the building already had cracks and cracks all over. The mural with the Kinzelo symbol shattered as pieces fell to the floor.

However, strangely enough, despite the critical situation inside, not a single member of Kinzelo entered to inspect the building.

"They're still out trying to figure out what's going on, or they're dead."

Jin exited the base accompanied by Mesa. Once they were outside, he finally understood what was going on.

That's the last one. When he opened the iron gate, he was greeted by the corpses of the Kinzelo members. They seemed to have been slashed by the huge claws, as their bodies were covered in scratches and torn.

“They were killed while trying to get back into the building. And this. is the work of the beastmen.'

They ended up meeting with one group of enemies that he least wanted to see. Jin felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

The outside is identical to hell.

The fire Jin caused had reached the building, and the small unburned path between the flames was covered in corpses in the horrifying state.

“Mesa.”

"Yes." Yeah."

“That's the beastmen. Looking at the corpses, it was the tribe that was fighting with their claws. Shut up, don't say anything. Follow that path and keep going. I'm sure you can avoid your fire—sial.”

After stopping in the middle of his sentence, Jin unsheathed Bradamante and lifted him up. Something slowly walked out of hell not too far away from them.

Its fur was too white for someone who had just come out of the fire behind them. A height exceeding two meters and eyes that glowed blue.

The White Wolf Tribe.

Their opponent held a huge hammer in his right hand, and the weapon was the cause of the tremors so far that shook the entire building.

With his incredible strength—the characteristics that their tribe that specialized in fighting—he had smashed hammers around the building the entire time, as if cornered some rats to reveal themselves.

"Huh? I wonder who conquered this shit, but it was just children? ”

Their opponent stopped in his tracks and started swinging his hammer. Meanwhile, Mesa was struck with fear. Not because of his impending death, but because of the death of the Young Master.

“...Young Master, this is White Wolf Tribe. I'll buy you some time. Please keep your promise.”

Haaa.

Jin took a deep breath. He then turned around and karate-wracked Mesa on the back of the neck. His trembling body fell down as he fell unconscious before he could say anything more.

The beastman shrugged and grinned as if they found the situation amusing.

“Jeez, a scene full of tears. Too bad I'm the only one here to see it. Is this. You know, the thing you humans talk about. That thing, um... Ah, true! The love! Are you two lovers? Hm?”

He spoke like an abusive street gangster, but the White Wolf tribe could not compare to such a weakling.

When compared to a knight, the White Wolf beastmen had at least 6 stars. And that's for your average adult beastman. In other words, they were a race born and raised just for fighting.

Therefore, if Jin were to face him in battle right now, his chances of survival were almost zero.

“I am Jin Runcandel, the legitimate son of Cyron Runcandel. Reveal your name, beastman.”

“Runcandel..?”

The smile on the beastman's face disappeared. In this situation, there were only two reasons why one's smile disappeared after hearing Runcandel's name.

Either they're afraid of the Runcandels…

“It seems that among the prey I have killed so far in life, today's prey takes victory as the most expensive. My name is Quazito Truka, a soldier of the Tribe of Truka.”

Or they hate Runcandels.

And the case of the White Wolf beastmen was the last. Back in the day, it was the first patriarch of the Runcandel Clan who killed 'Javier', a White Wolf beastman whom the tribe worshipped as a god.

“Today I will offer you to Javier at the altar to ease his grudges and sorrows! Jin Runcandel's! Pick out. Are you going to duel honorably with me, or will you try to escape like a coward before being crushed into thousands of pieces?

Jin infused an aura into his sword.

"I'll have an honorable duel."

Jin made that decision after considering the characteristics of the White Wolf beastmen.

Generally, they think of humans as mere prey or toys that they can play with. They never show honor or dignity, and ruthlessly kill their prey.

However, there were certain situations where they risked their honor to fight the enemy. It happens when they assume their enemy is strong enough, or when they are a Runcandel.

In this case, they attempted to conduct an honorable duel with their opponent. They would put aside all underhanded methods and face their enemies with respect.

Since those who die through this duel do not experience 'injustice or corruption', they can be presented to Javier at the altar.

“Quazito Truka, I want to give you advice before the duel starts.”

"Speak, Little Runcandel."

“During the duel, you can't hurt an unconscious human behind me.”

Quazito agreed.

"good. But if I win, the girl is also mine to kill.”

Jin moved to an empty area in front of the building. In doing so, he walked past Quazito. Nevertheless, the beastman did not attack the boy who had shown his back to him. It was because of the White Wolf tribe's law of honor and dueling.

“It looks like a good place. That way, you can keep your promise during the duel.”

"Good idea. It seems you have knowledge of our laws. But remember this, Little Runcandel. If you take advantage of our law to double me ... "

“You will tear me apart, whether it 'damages' me or not. I don't plan on doing that.”

“Kuhahahaha! It seems like there are some respectable humans even among Runcandels.”

Jin smiled as he listened to the beastman's words.

This Quazito seemed to meet Runcandel for the first time. If he were to meet one of Jin's siblings and not himself, there was no way he could survive and talk for so long like this.

Jin and Quazito faced each other with a distance of about ten steps between them.

"Let's get started!"

Quazito raised his hammer and took a position. He planned to make the first move.

Holy hooch!

Quazito darted forward while holding his hammer. He was so fast that no one thought his speed came from someone with over 200 kilograms of pure muscle mass.

Jin dodged the blow by stepping back with skillful footwork and pushing Bradamante towards the beastman's chest.

However, a White Wolf beastman would not be injured from Jin swordsmanship. Quazito skillfully changed his attack pattern as he defeated the boy. Jin could only be helplessly pushed by that gigantic enemy.

Clangs!

During these few seconds of exchange, their weapons only made contact once. But that one blow was enough to make Jin feel like his wrist was about to come off.

No, it's not just his wrist. His whole body was sore and sore, from head to toe. Jin judged that he could only fend off ten blows from this beast at most, before his body collapsed.

"I'll only get one chance."

If he has no chance of winning at all, Jin will immediately break the Orgal Pendant to summon Luna. And if his eldest sister was here, a weakling like Quazito would not last a single second against him.

But this crisis wasn't life-threatening enough that he destroyed the locket.

Moreover, if he could not overcome a simple crisis like this, he would not have the right or the qualifications to become the most powerful magic swordsman in the world in the future. All the powerful and mighty individuals Jin knows overcome a deadly crisis in their lives and become symbols of strength.

In cases like this, having a weapon that the opponent is not aware of is always an advantage.

There are two important things Quazito does not know about Jin. The fact that he could use spiritual power and magic.

"But I can't use magic."

Magic is impossible. If he missed the chance and failed to kill Quazito, he would have to break the pendant to summon Luna.

If Luna realizes the traces of magic and Quazito rambles about her, Jin's life will deteriorate.

Moreover, a 4-star magic spell would not be powerful enough to break through the thick coat of the White Wolf beastman.

In other words, he had only one choice: spiritual power. And Jin had already decided how to use it to defeat his opponent.

"I'll wake the sword."

Bradamante Revival.

Exclusive functions available only to contractors who control spiritual energy. The Murakan function tells Jin not to dream of using until he reaches 5-star in spiritual release.

On the day Jin received the sword from Luna, he actually tried to wake Bradamante up that night.

When he awakens the sword, Jin feels a surge of power overflowing within and coiling around him. However, Murakan intervenes and beats him up, so Jin cannot finish his resurrection.

—Are you trying to kill yourself, Jin Runcandel?! You are a unique contractor! If anything happens to you…!

It was the first time Jin saw Murakan was really angry and shouted with all his might. To make up for it, Jin has to buy a whole bunch of erotic magazines for the perverted dragon…

And now, Jin was waiting for an opportunity to experience that wave of power again.

Slam it!

Jin groaned loudly as he endured the heavy blow from Quazito's hammer. Apart from Bradamante's perfect shield, the boy's body had almost reached its breaking point.

“That's a good sword, Little Runcandel. It didn't have a single nicks even after receiving my fake attack.”

"Thank you for the compliment."

“But it doesn't match your symbol, Black Sword. It was too white and dazzling.”

Clangs!

Another blow came at him. This time, Jin was sent flying all the way to the wall of the Kinzelo building.

Slam it!

Sensing the hard stone wall on his back, Jin felt like his skull and spine would be shattered. But somehow he managed to maintain his consciousness and stay awake.

Haaa. Cough! Haaa…

As he gasped for breath while coughing up blood, Jin could see two Quazitos approaching him, his vision doubled due to concussion.

“It's over now. I'll offer that sword with you to Javier. It was a good duel.”

Quazito raised his hammer high. If that stone-like weapon fell on Jin, he would definitely perish.

"Suncle!"

Just as he was about to make the final blow, Quazito felt his vision suddenly darken. It was only a moment, but for some reason, he felt like several hours had passed.

Quazito can't swing a hammer.

Time stopped for him.

When he regained his senses and looked down, his now clear eyes saw a black blade piercing through his body.

The black sword that seemed to have been colored by the shadows within the darkness.

And at the other end of the sword was Jin, whose hair was swaying in the air like a blazing fire driven by a warm wind.

"Just when…"

“I also don't know why the black sword became the clan emblem until recently.”

Quazito coughed and red blood splattered on the ground. But suddenly, Jin let out a horrible scream.

Once he calmed down, he spoke in a completely different voice than usual. A harsh, harsh and disturbing sound.

“It was a good duel.”

Ssssssssss!

The shadow of the dead Quazito. Mesa shadow in the distance. The burning tree.

They all flew towards Jin before being absorbed by him.

The shadow moved as if they were avoiding the light and taking refuge inside the child.