The Young Son Swordmaster
eps 7's
I remember hearing the story that the Black Dragon Murakan was defeated by the first patriarch and fell into a deep sleep... So he slept here?’
Jin doesn't know much about Murakan. Legends and clan myths rarely mention it.
They simply did not care much about the dragon that had long disappeared into the historical record. The dragons that were currently active were more alarming and unsettling.
The glass coffin glistened cleanly, without a speck of dust on its surface. But it was not cleaned every day by the waiter. The void was because of the mana surrounding the coffin.
Jin touched the mana with one hand, and a chill instantly crept across his back. As he swallowed his saliva, Jin took another step forward.
"That's an interesting sight."
There was nothing Jin could learn from Murakan. If it was a dragon that was awake and active, everything would be different. But Murakan is a dragon hibernating inside the coffin, so Jin is more interested in finding the secret books.
"This place is bigger than I thought."
The basement looked larger than the central hall in Storm Castle. However, it felt empty as there were no decorations adorning the place. Jin quickly started looking for the books.
Kreaac…
He pushed open the sliding door and found the library. In fact, it is too shabby to be called a library. 'The 'Library' of Secret Runcandel contained only one bookshelf and several chairs. However, it was more than enough to house the secret books.
There were only so many books written by other martial clans around the world. The library will not use additional shelves.
The books!
On the 1.50-meter-wide shelf were dusty books neatly arranged. These books were once written and used by martial clans around the world, and tried to protect them with their lives.
This was the core of the martial clan that only the flag bearer could read.
Jin calmed his trembling heart and began to check the names on every book on the shelf.
'The empty-handed battle techniques of the Meyer Clan and the Typhen Clan, the spear techniques of the Euron Clan and the Shagal Clan, the swordsmanship of the Attila Clan, etc... There are so many of them.'
Jin also found some books from the Kungen Clan, a clan of swordsmen who once attacked Storm Castle about 200 years ago. Jin's hand trembled slightly as he inspected the books one by one.
Joy overflowed.
In his first life, he had always wanted to be a flag bearer and had come here to read secret books. Now that he was finally here, memories of his hardship and despair flashed through his mind.
Of course, he did not descend into the basement as a flag bearer this time around. Despite having the surname 'Runcandel', he was no different from the thief who had infiltrated the library.
However, Jin did not care about those small details.
Using whatever methods exist is part of the virtues of Runcandels. Moreover, he planned to officially come to this dungeon within a few years after becoming a true flag bearer.
'Which one should I start?'
What is the first world problem. He was spoiled for choice. Jin wonders if her older brother felt this way when they secretly read porn books while their nanny is away. Jin chuckled as he scanned the books in front of him.
He doesn't have much time to stay here.
2 hour.
The free time he got on the grounds of wanting to pray for the bird was only 2 hours. After this period of time, Gilly would most likely come to the castle's backyard to look for him.
It was as if Jin had a mountain of food before him, but could only eat for a few minutes.
'But I'll have another chance. I can come back here another day if I tell them that I want to pray for the bird again or that I want to meditate.’
Shhh.
He pulled a book out of the shelf. Jin's first secret book was the Kungen Clan's swordsmanship book.
'Third Brother once told me that there is a lot to learn from this tome ... Let's start with this.'
There were a total of 3 volumes of Kungen Clan secret books. Jin also took the remaining two volumes and sat down on a chair.
Originally, the secret books of the Kungen Clan numbered over 10. But when the Runcandels destroyed the clan 200 years ago, most of them were lost during the conflict.
The Runcandel Clan had destroyed them on purpose.
However, the three volumes in his hands were untouched. These thick books encapsulated the essence of the greatest techniques of the Kungen Sword Arts.
Fluttering, pounding.
The sound of the page flipping accelerated. Despite the secret tome, the first few pages of volume 1 only talk about the basics and fundamentals of swordsmanship, as well as the behavior of Kungen knights.
The flapping of the pages stopped as soon as Jin arrived in the middle of the book. His gaze deepened as his mind tried to absorb the words on the page.
The book that only described the base suddenly covered a difficult topic that Jin could not understand at all.
'so ... No wonder they are called secret thickets. It's not as easy as I thought.
Despite being written in the same language on the continent, Jin was unable to understand most of its contents due to his lack of skills and knowledge in swordsmanship.
Before his sudden death in Akin Kingdom, the 28-year-old Jin had reached 3-star realm in swordsmanship.
Not only was he slower to reach that stage than a 'slightly skilled' person in general, he could be considered a 'defect' compared to the average Runcandel.
However, it only took him half a year to reach that stage after his contract with Solderet, which could be considered an outstanding achievement.
Despite this, Kungen's book was too difficult for him to comprehend with his 3-star skills and knowledge in swordsmanship.
After all, Jin was expecting this result.
He took out the notebook and pencil he was carrying.
Jin then began to copy the contents of the book into his notebook. It was a transcription. In about 2 hours, he could copy about 10 pages of the book.
Back in his days as a magician, he had copied so many books that the fingerprints on his fingers holding a pencil began to fade.
10 Pages per day.
There are 3 years left until Jin has to leave Storm Castle. If he copied 10 pages every day for those 3 years, he could easily copy all the books here.
'And as I continue to learn this, I will slowly begin to understand the content over time. I'm sure there will be some tome that I don't need to transcribe.’
skrt, skrt…
The sound of pencil scratch paper echoed in the quiet basement. The genie takes exactly 1 hour to copy 10 pages. He then retraced his steps and left the library.
He clogged a hole in the wall with earth and earth magic around him.
And, 2 months passed. During that time, Jin had completely copied the 3 volumes of the Kungen Clan, as well as 2 books on the Meyer Clan's empty-handed battle technique.
As the days passed, Jin felt increasingly energetic and enthusiastic. She had never felt happier to get out of bed the morning before.
'What reason should I use to go there today? Praying? Meditating? No... I've used it yesterday and the day before.’
There are rumors circulating around the castle, where the servants believe that the dead bird spirit has possessed Jin.
He constantly went to his grave for 2 months to pray and meditate, so that their confusion was understandable. Moreover, after hearing these strange rumors, the Tona twins began to fear Jin more.
After pondering for a while, Jin could not think of anything. How could he possibly convince everyone to let him go to the grave every day?
Therefore, Jin began to change his mind.
'No need to convince them. If I told them that I would go there every day, who would dare to go against me? This was the Storm Castle, not the clan's main residence.'
The guard knights living here had already served Jin as a 'Runcandel true' instead of treating him like a child, and the servants had no right to deny his decision from the start. The Tona twins are afraid of Jin, so he has no reason to worry about them.
The only problem is Gilly.
The role of a nanny is different from that of a knight or servant. They are the ones who supervise and guide the children they care for.
"Gilly's Nanny."
"Yes, Young Master."
“I want to go there again.”
"Again…?"
Gilly's gaze was filled with worry.
Haaa.
He let out a long sigh and patted Jin's head.
"Young Master. It was a pity, but the bird was dead. It's been 2 months now. This nanny of yours is so worried about you that she can't sleep well at night.”
“I've forgotten about the bird. To be honest, I just go there every day because I like it there.”
“K-You like it there? Young Master. You should not enjoy being near a cemetery. Accidents will befall you!”
“What kind of obstacles?”
“The cemetery is the home of the deceased. Nothing good will happen by staying close to one. You must stay away from those places to be blessed with good luck, Young Master. ”
Apparently, the nannies of the Runcandel Clan had a tendency to believe in superstitions as well. Jin sighed and shook his head in his mind.
"No, I'll continue to like the grave from now on."
"Young Master!"
"nanny. Think about it. I'm the youngest son of the Runcandel Clan.”
As soon as Jin took a serious tone, Gilly's eyes widened.
"Why are you suddenly talking about ..."
“How many graves do you think I should make as long as I live in this world as Runcandel? To be honest, I tried my best to understand what 'death' is these days. So I go to that grave every day to get used to it.”
"Ah."
Gilly muttered and stood there speechless.
He stared blankly at his young master as if his mind had suddenly stopped.
His 7-year-old young master, who was born as a 'predator' among the Runcandels, had already tried to face the concepts of fate and destiny.
Needless to say, it was all his own misunderstanding.
Jin just cheated his nanny—who was younger than him in his first life—to do his bidding.
To be honest, no 7-year-old would talk about such a topic, even if they were geniuses born in the monstrous Runcandel Clan.
Nevertheless, Gilly and the others at Storm Castle had no reason to doubt Jin's words and actions. No one would have imagined that he had been harboring memories from his first life.
'Something must have changed about the young master ever since he met the patriarch. The patriarch must have told him something important.'
Gilly fixed her expression and bowed.
“...Then, I will not stop you. I believe that the young master will someday become an outstanding knight who will lead the clan. And after listening to your honest opinion, I must say that I am very proud of you, Young Master.
“Thank you, Gilly. Until I leave Storm Castle, I will spend 1 to 2 hours in the cemetery every day.
"Yes, Young Master."
“And as long as I'm there, I don't want to be bothered in any way. Do you understand?"
“I'll tell the knights about it. Also, Young Master?”
"Yes?"
“If I say something as your caregiver and as an adult..it is not always good to think too deeply about such a topic at a young age. Please enjoy yourself doing fun activities from time to time.
“Alright, Gilly. Well then.. hmm. I want strawberry pie as a snack later. With lots of honey on it.”
Gilly's stiff expression finally loosened as the color returned to his face.
“I will bake the best strawberry pie in the world. Have fun."
Jin smiled brightly and immediately left the room.
'I did it! Now I can concentrate on copying without having to worry about anything.’
For the past 2 months, Jin had always been nervous as he entered the basement. If the knights or Gilly came looking for him and found his hole, chaos would befall the clan.
'Since I managed to interest father, they probably wouldn't execute me even if they knew about this. But it would still be very troublesome and frightening.'
A humming sound came out from his nose involuntarily. Even the Earth Resonance spell felt like it was creating a rhythm when it smashed the underground wall he had closed back the previous day.
He planned to copy the last volume of the Meyer Clan thick books on empty-handed battle techniques.
Doodling, doodling!
As he rejoiced that the 3 years left in the castle would be peaceful, he copied the contents of the courtyard.
His reincarnation was truly a blessing to him.
'The Meyer Clan's bare-handed battle technique didn't seem as difficult to understand as the Kungen Clan's swordsmanship. But this part is about combining one's physical body with the aura... I don't understand. Well, I'm sure it will become clear over time.'
An hour passed inside the underground library.
After copying a few pages without a break, Jin's thin and soft fingers pulsed. When he decided to take a 3-minute break,
Clik…
He heard a voice behind the sliding door. Jin immediately stood up in surprise and focused his senses.
It was the sound of a glass coffin being opened
