The vice-squad leader of the Golden Crest, Techly, swallowed nervously as he took in the sight of Raon standing right in front of him.
âWhat is this?â
He stood up to hit Raon, but his limbs were faltering. He felt like his entire body was completely tied up by some unknown ominous power.
âHe wonât do thatâŠâ
Raonâs face was filled with mockery, telling him to hit him if he wanted to. There was no way that someone with such an expression on their face would use aura to stop a person from hitting them.
Grit.
Techly ground his teeth, gathering his aura. He pushed away the energy pressing upon his body and raised his hand. Although he could move his body properly, the ominous feeling became so strong that he could now smell it.
âN-No way, this isâŠâ
He silently gasped. He finally recognized it. It was from inside, rather than from an outside influence. The ominous feeling that he got, the one that stopped him from raising his hand, wasnât from Raon⊠It was his own instincts.
The battle instinct that heâd raised from his training and battles was whispering to him, telling him that he shouldnât fight against Raon.
âV-Vice leader!â
âWhat are you doing right now?â
âThat bastard is looking down on us!â
The Golden Crest swordsmen behind him were waving their hands and shouting at him to punish Raon.
âAre you not going to hit me?â
Raon smiled arrogantly, shoving his face in front of him to urge him to hit him.
âAre you overlooking this when your subordinates are watching you?â
âYou bastardâŠâ
People tended to gain strength and courage when their loved ones and subordinates were watching them. Techly ignored his instincts and clenched his fist.
âArrgh!â
Techly surrounded his fist with a thin layer of aura and thrust it. The blue aura twisted like a snake, forming a spear in front of his fist. It was the secret technique of the Fist of Annihilation, which he had learned after joining the Golden Crest.
Pssh!
The fist was extended like a flash of light, striking Raonâs left cheek.
âHeâs not a big deal!â
Despite his anxiety, Raon didnât manage to dodge the Fist of Annihilation. Techly smiled and finished extending his arm.
âHuh?â
However, he felt nothing against his fist. Emptiness was all he could feel, as if he hit a cloth fluttering in the air.
Cring!
Just as he noticed something was strange, he met Raonâs eyes. His red eyes were blazing like the sun. Goosebumps appeared all over his body, as if his head were inside a beastâs mouth.
Whoosh!
Raon perfectly deflected his Fist of Annihilation by turning his neck, then punched with his right hand. The tremendous amount of energy imbued in his fist was approaching him, exploding the atmosphere.
âHuff!â
Techly lowered his head, quickly using his footwork to step back.
âUgh!â
He raised his head once he reached a safe place, but the fist was still there. Raonâs fist had followed him, as he had read his escape route. He couldnât see any way to dodge the fist filling his vision.
âDid you think you could get me⊠Gasp!â
He hurriedly tried to create a defensive barrier with aura, but his energy center didnât react. It wasnât just his energy centerâhis entire body wouldnât move. It was as if he were tied up by a rope.
âTh-This isâŠâ
It was the aura suppression that he used against Dorian to make him trip. Raon wanted him to be beaten up the exact same way Dorian was framed.
âD-damn i⊠Kueh!â
Unable to finish swearing, Techly had to allow a direct hit to his face. He couldnât even deflect the blow from the tremendous shockwave that struck his head.
Crack!
Hearing the sound of his face getting smashed, Techly lost consciousness.
* * *
Slaam!
Alongside the explosive sound of impact, Techly slammed into the restaurantâs wall on the right.
âAh, excuse me.â
Raon smiled slightly, while dusting off his hand.
âIt was an unintentional reaction.â
After saying that, Raon touched the cheek that Techlyâs fist had brushed past.
âO-Oh no!â
âWhatâs going on?â
âVice-squad leader!â
âStop.â
As the Golden Crest swordsmen were about to run towards Techly, who had slammed into the wall, Raon raised his hand. That single word was enough to make the swordsmen stop like wooden dummies.
âThe one with sky-blue hair in the middle, come over here.â
âWh-WhyâŠâ
The swordsman with sky-blue hair awkwardly came up to him.
âWhatâs your name?â
âI-Iâm Dollan.â
âYou must be the next in rank after him, right? Are you a team leader?â
âGaspâŠâ
Dollanâs face hardened when Raon asked whether he was a team leader. He apparently didnât expect him to determine his rank just by looking at him.
âAs expected.â
Raon chuckled. He just guessed it because his energy was the strongest after Techlyâs, and he was right.
âDollan, you know who I am, right?â
âI-I do.â
âThen whatâs wrong with that manner of speech? Iâm a vice-squad leader, and you are a team leader.â
âUgh!â
Raon bobbed his fingers in a way that suggested he could turn them into a fist any time he wanted, and Dollanâs face turned pale.
âP-Please excuse me, Sir.â
Dollan bowed, addressing him politely with a trembling voice.
âSince your vice-squad leader unfortunately turned out that way, Iâm going to need to talk to you about the duels.â
Raon sat on the chair Techly had been sitting in, and Dollan could only swallow nervously without saying anything.
âFirst of all, the duel will take place in three months.â
âThree months? Thatâs too long!â
Dollanâs eyes widened in anger. Garon had told them to appoint the date for the duel in two weeks at the latest. Dollan was bound to get in big trouble if he told him the duel would happen in three months.
âThis is our consideration for you guys, though.â
âWhat?â
âDo you think that thing will wake up within a month?â
Raon snickered, pointing at Techly.
âAhâŠâ
Dollan vacantly stared at Techly. Judging from the strange shape his body was taking inside the wall, it looked like bones all over his body were broken despite being smacked into his face. Factoring in time for his rehabilitation, it was impossible for him to recover in a single month.
âWhat do you think?â
âI-It is indeed impossible for him to recover. Then, letâs make it three monthsâŠâ
âShouldnât you be thanking us at least for our consideration?â
âSorry?â
âIt was my consideration for you guys. Itâs only natural for you to thank me.â
âAh, th-thank you!â
Dollan bowed, rolling his eyes while his head was lowered. Raon was the reason for Techlyâs state, so he was confused why he needed to feel grateful to him.
âThatâs it for the date. As for the method, letâs make it a group duel where thirty-five participants duel in 1vs1 matches, and the team with more victories wins.â
âAlright.â
âI guess you want Light Wind to cease their activities if you win, right?â
âGasp!â
Dollanâs face turned pale, revealing that Raon was right.
âYou really failed to impress me.â
Raon chuckled. Just as he suspected, the reason Golden Crest had picked a fight was revenge for the suspension of the True Martial Palaceâs activities.
âAnd the duration should be about two years.â
ââŠYou are correct.â
âI guess he told you to accept any condition from us, right?â
âY-You are right about that, as well.â
Dollan looked like he had lost his mind from the accuracy of Raonâs guesses as he nodded.
âThen we will leave our condition blank for now. Iâll decide on it once we win.â
âY-YesâŠâ
Dollan kept repeating the word âyesâ with unfocused eyes. It looked like he had either lost his mind or was unable to reason anymore.
âNext up is⊠We need a notary for the duels.â
âIâll call someonâŠâ
âIâll be the notary.â
As Dollan was about to move, the restaurantâs door opened, and a purple-haired woman entered. She was a small yet beautiful woman with white skin and thin eyes.
However, she was carrying a gray sword diagonally on her back, and a tremendous energy wave was spreading out from her, despite her appearance. There was only one swordswoman in Zieghart that had such an appearance and prowess.
âThe Heavenly Blade Division leaderâŠâ
She was the heroine that had been in charge of the Heavenly Blade Division, directly affiliated to Glenn Zieghart, for dozens of years. She was also a powerhouse at the level of Grandmasterâthe Heavenly Bladeâs leader Sheryl.
âBut this energyâŠâ
Sherylâs pressure felt familiar to him. It was the energy he could faintly feel when he entered the trance that day, and when he was focused in the past.
âWh-Why is the Heavenly Bladeâs leader hereâŠ?â
Dollanâs shoulders trembled as he sank on the ground in fear.
âBecause you guys made everyone unable to enter the restaurant.â
She pointed at the open door. The technicians and swordsmen, who usually visit the restaurant, left the place once they realized the situation.
âYou should decide quickly and disappear. Are you going to duel or not?â
âWe will.â
âS-Same goes for us.â
âThe Sword Duels will take place in the great training ground in three months. The method is 1v1 spars between thirty-five members on each side. The Golden Crest wants the Light Wind to cease their activities for two years upon their victory, and the Light Wind will decide on their condition after they win. Am I correct?â
âYes.â
Raon and Dollan nodded at the same time.
âIâll be the notary for this duel between the Light Wind and Golden Crest, under the name of Sheryl, the leader of Heavenly Blade.â
âThank you.â
âThen both of you shall disappear.â
Sherly shook her hand to urge them to leave, without even accepting their gratitude.
âAh, yes!â
Dollan pulled Techly from the wall, then left the restaurant with the Golden Crest swordsmen.
âAre you not leaving?â
âI have something to do. Dorian.â
Raon called out to Dorian, who was standing far away with his mouth wide open.
âCan you give me the cleaning tools?â
âWhat? O-Okay.â
Dorian was surprised, but took out a broom, mop, and a water bucket from his belly pocket and handed them over.
You will be visited with Heavenâs judgment for throwing food away.
âIs a demon king really supposed to say Heavenâs judgment?â
Shut up! You are just a youngster that doesnât know how precious food is because you grew up in a sheltered environment!
âI see, Iâm sorry.â
Ooh!
Raon immediately apologized, and Wrath exclaimed with a strange sound.
D-Did you seriously apologize just now? Is the sun going to rise in the west tomorrow?
âNo way.â
Raon shook his head. He knew better than anyone how important food was, because he had always been hungry in his previous life. However, he wanted to repay them the same way Dorian was beaten up this time.
âL-Let me do it, too!â
âIâm also going to help.â
Raon cleaned up the floor and destroyed tables and chairs with Dorian and Burren. After that, he went to the confused staff behind them.
âAlthough I had a reason for doing this, Iâm sorry for throwing away food. Iâll make sure this wonât happen ever again.â
âTh-Thatâs not a problem!â
âP-Please donât do this! The food fell on the ground anywayâŠâ
The restaurant staffâs hands waved.
âThose guys wonât return anymore. We will pay for the restaurantâs repairs, so please use the best materials.â
After telling the restaurant staff what to do in the future, Raon stood in front of Sheryl.
âThank you for being our notary. Iâll get going now.â
ââŠâŠâ
She didnât respond, just narrowed her eyes and examined him, as if she were trying to read his thoughts.
âAnd please relax your face a little when you follow me in the future. Itâs difficult for me to train if you look so scary.â
âWh-What?!â
Sherylâs eyes widened.
âI knew it.â
Raon was trying to sound her out because he wasnât sure, but it was her, after all. The energy that he rarely felt during his trance came from Sheryl.
âYou, how did youâŠ?â
Raon waved his hand at the confused Sheryl, then left the restaurant.
âHuhâŠâ
Sherly bit her lips with a visibly unsettled expression.
âDid he really manage to notice my presence?â
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âSo, you are telling meâŠâ
Garon ground his teeth while looking down on Dollan. His threatening pressure caused the blades decorating the squad leaderâs room to resonate in a grotesque sound.
âThat Techly turned into that piece of shit from a single punch from Raon, and the duel has been postponed for three months, right?â
âTh-Thatâs right.â
Dollan nodded while trembling in fear.
âAre you nuts? Did you get a hole in your brain or something?â
Garonâs eyes glowed savagely, like a fiend.
âYou are a mere team leader! Why did you decide on the duel on your own accord? And you didnât even do a good job! Three months later? Do I seriously have to watch those damn bastards stay free for the whole three months? Huh?â
âP-Please excuseâŠâ
âMoreover, our vice-squad leader got completely fucked up, yet Iâm supposed to do nothing about it? How did this even happen?â
âHe said it was a reflexâŠâ
âReflex? Shall I pluck your eyes out and turn them into a reflex?â
âI mean, wh-when we were in the restaurantâŠâ
Dollan described the fight between Raon and Techly in the restaurant.
âSo. You're telling me that he turned into this marionette with broken strings from Raonâs single punch.â
âY-Yes.â
âScrew this shit.â
Garon slapped the unconscious Techlyâs cheeks, but that couldnât wake him up in his critical state.
âHaa, letâs go. I canât accept those stupid conditions for the duel. More than anything, three months are too long.â
âBut we need time to heal and rehabilitate Sir TechlyâŠâ
âWe donât need that idiot to win against them. Since the notary is on our side, we can change the terms whenever we want.â
âA-Actually, we have a different notary than the one weâve prepared.â
âWhat? What kind of dogshit is that?â
âThe Heavenly Bladeâs leader became the duelâs notary.â
Dollan continued, with a suffocating expression.
âThe Heavenly Blade division leader suddenly appeared and became the notary before I could call the notary we were supposed to have.â
âThat damn witch that doesnât even age!â
Garon ground his teeth. He couldnât understand why she suddenly appeared to volunteer as a stupid notary when she usually just passed by without showing any interest.
âDamn it. Sheâs a stubborn bitch. Sheâs never going to let us change things.â
The Heavenly Blade leader was infamous for being the strictest person in the house. Since she was as old as Glenn despite her young appearance, tricks and pressure didnât work against her either.
âIt canât be helped. Increase the training intensity for the squad members for the next three months.â
Garon clenched his fist, glaring at the unconscious Techly.
âSo that they wonât turn into a piece of shit like him.â
* * *
The Heavenly Bladeâs leader went to Glenn right after she left the restaurant to report what happened.
âI see. Golden Crest and the Light Wind are fighting.â
Glenn nodded slowly, without showing any interest on the outside.
âIâm not sure whether Balder was involved or not, but the True Martial Palace was the one that picked this fight for sure. They used a pretty nasty method so that the department of justice wonât be able to interfere.â
âHe mustâve figured he needed a pretext for his actions after he saw Raden being defeated. His method is dirty, but thatâs a good method to pressure someone.â
He chuckled, showing that he didnât mind it.
âRather than that, did you mention that Raon hit the Golden Crestâs vice leader with a food tray?â
âYes. I never imagined a food tray could produce that kind of sound.â
Sheryl exclaimed, recalling that ridiculous scene.
âHe made Techly faint with a single punch when heâs a highest-level Expert. Raonâs strength, agility, and aura control were pretty much at Master level.â
âAhem.â
Glenn made an ambiguous expression between laughing and frowning, before covering his mouth.
âBut why did you suddenly volunteer as a notary? I thought you didnât like doing such things.â
âI stepped in because I thought the restaurant staff, technicians, and other swordsmen would fall victim if they continued.â
âI see.â
Glenn slowly nodded.
âHowever, I doubt thereâs any point in this duel.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI understood why my lord asked me to watch Raon. On top of his exceptional talent that Iâve never seen before, he was diligent and persistent. He should be able to reach my level, or even surpass me to reach the sky one day. HoweverâŠâ
Sheryl furrowed her brows and continued.
âRaon isnât the only one fighting in this duel. It is a group fight. A duel between Light Wind and Golden Crest. Everyone from Light Wind except for Raon, Rimmer, and the three team leaders are going to lose.â
She shook her head, telling him that the result was already decided.
âDo you remember what Rimmer said?â
âWhich statement do you meanâŠ?â
âAbout Raon having the qualities of a king.â
âOf course, I remember. Iâve grown tired of it, since he keeps saying that whenever I see him.â
Sheryl frowned. Rimmer had started constantly murmuring that Raon had the qualities of a king, as if he were trying to brainwash people.
âHowever, I believe a king needs more than just talents in martial arts.â
âI agree. I acknowledge his unprecedented talent, but becoming a king, the master of this house, is a different story.â
Glenn raised his hand with a cold smile.
âBecoming a king requires excellent vassals. If Light Wind really ends up winning against Golden Crest this time, Raon might really have the qualities of a king.â
âThatâsâŠâ
Sheryl closed her mouth tightly without responding. She couldnât say anything because she suddenly remembered that Raon had found out about her secretly observing him.
She didnât do her best in concealing herself, but the fact that she was found out hurt her pride.
âIt looks like you still donât believe me. Then, letâs make a bet.â
âD-Did you just say a bet?â
Sherylâs eyes widened. Glenn wasnât the type of person to say such a thing, unlike the gambling addict Rimmer.
âSomething is changing.â
* * *
Before the afternoon training started, Raon gathered every member of Light Wind and stood on the platform.
âAttention.â
He slowly opened his mouth after meeting the eyes of the swordsmen looking up on the platform.
âIâm sure everyone is aware that Golden Crest picked a fight with us. They wanted to challenge us to a duel. The squad leader and I decided to accept the duel.â
âHmmâŠâ
âHuu!â
The swordsmen either anxiously bit their lips or clenched their fists.
âA group duel will be held in the great training ground in three months. Thirty-five people will participate from each side, and the team with the most victories will become the winner.â
âE-ErmâŠâ
One of the third teamâs swordsmen raised his hand.
âWhat happens if we lose?â
âOur activities will be suspended for two years.â
âGasp!â
âA-Activity suspension? And two whole years, on top of that?â
The swordsmen dropped their jaws from learning that their activities might get suspended for two years.
âIâm fine with a group duel, but isnât it difficult for us to win against the Golden Crest?â
âThey donât have any novice swordsmen like us.â
âTwo years of suspensionâŠâ
âWe are only getting started, but itâs already over for us!â
âDamn itâŠâ
Their expressions turned gloomy, as if they had already lost the fight.
âYou idiots! Why are you barking like lost dogs already? You need to shut up!â
Martha turned back to look at them and ground her teeth.
âSheâs right. We havenât even started yet, so why are you already talking about the results?â
Burren nodded in agreement with Martha.
ââŠâŠâ
Runaan was⊠the same as always.
âThank you for backing me up, but you are wrong, unfortunately.â
Raon shook his head at Martha and Burren.
âWe will definitely lose if we fought them right now, and we will also lose in three months if we keep training like we do right now.â
âWhat?â
âWh-What!â
âArgh!â
âWhy did you accept the fight, then?â
All the swordsmen, including Burren and Martha, started shouting. Their eyes were wide.
âBecause we can win.â
Raon nonchalantly looked down on everyone.
âWe will definitely lose at this rate, but if we train according to the plan that the squad leader and I have devised, every single one of you are going to be able to defeat the Golden Crest wimps in three months.â
âPlan?â
âS-Seriously?â
âCan we really win against the Golden Crest guys in three months?â
âYes. Iâll make you capable of winning, as long as you properly follow our systematic plan.â
Raon affirmed, and cheerfulness returned to the swordsmenâs faces. It was a natural course of action, since they all trusted Raon, who had never lied or failed before.
âWhat are we doing then? Letâs start training already.â
âWhat is that systematic plan?â
âVice leader!â
The swordsmen were brimming with smiles as they called for Raon, since they thought they could quickly get stronger.
âCan I assume that everyone agrees to follow my plan?â
âYes!â
The swordsmenâs loud and clear response resounded throughout the training ground.
âI like how you are smiling. Letâs start immediately.â
Raon smiled gently and walked down the platform.
Shring.
He immediately drew his sword, then pointed at Burren, who was in the front row.
âUgh?â
âWh-What are you doing?â
âWhat did you draw your sword after saying that we were going to trainâŠ?â
It wasnât just Burrenâeveryone was clearly confused.
âFor your training, you are going to spar against me. Since you are going to fight every day and every hour from now on, youâd better brace yourselves.â
âHuh? Huuh?â
âS-Spar? With the vice-squad leader?â
âAre you crazy? How am I supposed to spar against someone that defeated an apostle?â
The swordsmen protested with trembling lips, saying that it was absolutely ridiculous.
âMoreover, how dare you call this a systematic plan? Itâs just stupid sparring every day!â
âThe more you fight, the stronger you get. This is the most systematic plan in the world.â
âTh-Thatâs not what systematic meansâŠâ
âMoreover, you already admitted that you agreed to my plan. Thereâs no escape for you.â
The Light Wind members turned pale in the face of Raonâs scary smile. They finally realized they had fallen into a trap that they couldnât escape from.
âCome at me.â
âIâll kill you, I mean, Iâll make you stronger.â