Raon dashed forward and slashed his sword. The burning blade mercilessly ripped apart the evening air.
Creak!
The auraâs reverberation after splitting the ground gouged the floor of the training ground like a beastâs claw.
It was a dash type sword technique, created from combining the 'Star-Combining Sword' and the last movement of the âRiver Footworkâ.
âNot bad.â
Raon nodded, spinning his sword. Even if one saw through the technique, it wouldâve been difficult to block it because of its great power and speed.
âAnd of course, thatâs not all.â
It was a surprise attack that could be used whenever or wherever, like a knife hidden in the back.
It couldnât be helped that he kept thinking about surprise attacks, since the temperament of an assassin still seemed to remain.
He turned his head around, hearing a humming sound. Runaan was watching her sword with blank eyes.
However, the bottom of those blank eyes were shining slightly. It was an expression full of expectation. It seemed like she wanted him to teach her the technique.
âHaap!â
As if she was copying him, Runaan kicked off from the ground and thrust her sword in the air.
Without any speed, power, nor the principle of a surprise attack, all she was doing was copying his posture. However, since her talent and abilities were excellent to start with, the movement was going to be pretty difficult to block.
âIs this right?â
Runaan swung her sword a few more times, then tilted her head to ask him whether that was correct.
âRather than that, with the legsâlike thisâŚâ
Since he thought she might end up killing someone in a spar, he corrected her posture a little.
Whoosh!
When Runaanâs posture was mostly corrected, a cool wind came over the training groundâs walls. Rimmer had arrived.
When he arrived on time, he entered by kicking open the front door. When he was late, he came in over the walls.
That meant that it was already past the end of training.
âHmph!â
Rimmer sat at the edge of the platform and looked down on the trainees.
âInstructor, you are ten minutes late.â
âGood job on your training today.â
Ignoring Burrenâs remark, he turned his head.
âTen minutes are enough time to swing a sword ten thousand times.â
âHaa? Thatâs going too far! Ugh!â
Rimmer frowned after answering Burren's ridiculous statement. He seemed to have realized that was his purpose.
âAhem. Anyway, I have two things to tell you today. The first is about the sixth training ground.â
âThe sixth training ground?â
âWhat about it?â
âItâs where those whoâve failed here went, right?â
The trainees tilted their heads, asking why he was suddenly talking about the training ground where the dropouts went.
âApparently their pride was hurt because of the way that the Owen Kingdomâs envoys belittled them and only asked to spar with the fifth training ground. They are now training until they bleed in order to catch up to us.â
Rimmer grinned, saying that he was proud of the sixth training groundâs trainees.
âThe direct line and the collateral that dropped out due to injury also joined them recently, and they are training using the most difficult method, so you shouldnât be careless. Do your best every moment so that they wonât catch up to you.
âYes.â
âEhhâŚâ
âWell, itâs not even possible to catch up.â
The trainees pouted. Since theyâd made a huge gap already, they didnât seem to feel the necessity to be careful about them.
âHah.â
Rimmer nodded, as if he had already expected that reaction, and told them the second bit of news.
âThere will be very special training next week.â
âWh-what is it?â
Dorian, who was already scared, started trembling.
âSpecial training, huh?â
âWhat is it? What else is left to do?â
Since Rimmer had done many strange things in the past, every trainee felt uneasy, not just Dorian.
âOf course itâs a secret.â
âAhâŚâ
âInstructor, you have to tell us in advance what kind of training it is so that we can prepare ourselves.â
Burren raised his hand and argued with reason, but of course it didnât work against Rimmer.
âItâs not fun if I tell you. No matter what it is, youâll be able to do it if you train hard enough.â
âHmmâŚâ
Since he wasnât wrong, Burren pouted and lowered his hand.
âBut if I were to give you a hintâŚâ
Rimmer raised one finger and smiled. Unlike his usual light or cheerful smile, it was filled with an intense fighting spirit.
âItâs a real battle.â
âA real battle?â
âThat was unexpected.â
The traineesâ eyes widened at hearing that it was a real battle instead of a spar.
âItâs not unexpected, but it was about time. Since you said you would prepare, Iâll tell you one thing for sure.â
The craftiness around in his expression started to disappear. His smile was instead filled with a frightening amount of seriousness.
âYou should be prepared for bloodshed.â
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After training, Rimmer left the household and went to the entertainment street located in the western suburb.
He walked down the street while humming and entered the pub called the âWooden Lotusâ, located at the eastern end.
Unlike its elegant name, the pub was old-fashioned and messy. The seats were full and deafening noise was coming from the people talking all over the place.
Rimmer nodded, apparently enjoying the messy atmosphere, and approached the middle-aged man sitting alone on the right side.
âYouâre early.â
Sitting in front of the middle-aged man, he grinned.
âBecause magicians have enough time to waste.â
The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe. He was reading a book when Rimmer spoke to him and he nodded.
âItâs been a while, Sir Rimmer.â
âHow have you been, my dear drinking companion?â
âWell, Iâve been living well, and idle.â
âYou look relaxed, thanks to becoming the vice master of magic tower.â
âHaha. Isnât Sir Rimmer the one with plenty of time to spare? The title âsalary thiefâ was created for you.â
The middle-aged man grinned, closing his book.
âSince Iâve been pretty busy recently, I miss the days when I used to do nothing but drink with you.â
âI heard you spend a lot of time with the trainees, that you look after them with utmost care.â
âWell, itâs not that much.â
Their conversation went as smooth as velvet. It looked like they were close acquaintances.
âVerbin. What have you been doing recently?â
âSince Sir Rimmer doesnât come out to drink any more, reading books has been my only joy in life recently.â
The man named Verbin shook the book he was holding.
âSince researching and reading books are the only things to do in the magic tower.â
âThatâs true.â
Rimmer nodded, looking at the magic book in Verbinâs hand.
âSo, why did you call me out today? Judging from your expression, it wasnât simply to have drinks together.â
âI did want to drink, but I also have a request.â
âA request?â
âSince my students have become pretty talented, I want to let them experience a real fight against monsters.â
âHmm. In that case, you couldâve made an official request.â
Verbin tilted his head. Letting trainees fight the monsters was one of the official curriculums. There was no reason for him to visit him personally to make a request.
âIâd like to add a few things.â
âWhat would you like to add?â
âSince my boys are pretty strong, the normal monsters wonât be helpful at all.â
âAh. I heard they beat up the knight trainees from the Owen Kingdom.â
âWell, yeah.â
Rimmer grinned with a sharp noise. He was in a good mood, almost as if he was drunk, from receiving compliments on his students from an old friend of his.
âI want to strengthen the monsters that would fight against the trainees. At around an advanced sword beginner level.â
âItâs possible. A guy who entered the magic tower a few years ago is specialized in summoning and controlling monsters. He can even make a worm have the power of a dragon.â
âI-is that even possible?â
âThat was a joke.â
âAh, seriouslyâŚâ
âWell, a worm canât become like a dragon, but itâs pretty easy to make an orc an advanced sword beginner. Although we canât strengthen many of them at once, and itâs only limited to one at a time.â
Verbin murmured that it wasnât really a difficult task.
âThank you. And one more thing.â
âWhat is it?â
âCan you use the hallucination magic to make the monster look like a human?â
âThatâs also an easy task. Since they are children that havenât even reached an Expertâs level, one artifact with hallucination magic would be enough.â
âGreat. Please do that, too.â
Rimmer flicked his finger and gulped down the beer on the table at once.
âBut wouldnât the trial become too difficult to overcome for the trainees if strengthening and hallucination magic are used at the same time?â
Verbin furrowed his brow, caressing his glass.
âIt will be difficult enough for them to fight against an orc with strengthened physical abilities. If they saw it as a human, they wonât even be able to swing their swords properly.â
âHell yeah! This is the taste!â
Rimmer exclaimed, slamming down his glass of beer on the table.
âWhat did you just say?â
âI said it would be difficult for the trainees to win. Monster strengthening is one thing, but itâs really difficult for little children to kill a monster that they see as a human.â
âItâs fine. Because my students are swordsmen, not little children. MoreoverâŚâ
Rimmer grinned. Anticipation and joy were mixed in his dark green eyes.
âThey are strong, both in body and mind.â
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The magical lamp chased off the darkness in the fifth training ground.
Most of the trainees had returned to their homes, but some children still remained, swinging their swords.
Runaan Sullion was one of them. Staying in the training ground, she practiced the stab that Raon had shown her.
Pang!
Runaan lowered her posture and thrust her sword. A fast and powerful strike pierced through the air, but it didnât feel right.
âI canât do it well.â
Raonâs stab was smooth and relaxed, rather than powerful. It felt so natural that she didnât even realize he was about to stab.
No matter how many times she watched, she couldnât understand how heâd done that.
She looked towards the indoor gymnasium. Raon was currently doing his muscle training, and she didnât want to bother him.
âLetâs try a few more times.â
Getting ready once again, she thrust her sword into the air. She tried changing her posture, but the strike wasnât really different.
âOne more time.â
The sound of a blade piercing the air changed slightly. The speed and power were reduced slightly, but the edge of the sword seemed a bit relaxed.
She stopped moving her hand when the moon rising from the east moved by the size of two creases on a finger.
âHaa.â
Runaan visibly nodded.
âIt worked, a little.â
She still had a long way to go before catching up to Raon, but the last movement of the 'Star-Combining Sword' had clearly changed. Despite its strength and speed being reduced, its combination and smoothness had become far better.
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T/N: The âCombination Swordâ will be referred to as the âStar-Combining Swordâ from this moment on.
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âHmm.â
Runaan looked at the indoor gymnasium once again. The light was still on, and shouts of concentration from Raon, Burren, and Martha could be heard.
While she was wondering about what to do, she remembered what her mother had told her.
"Iâll have the bead ice cream ready for you, so come back early on the weekend."
âI gotta go.â
Runaan immediately returned the training sword. Deciding to ask him about what she was lacking next week, she left the training ground.
It was when she was about to run towards the training grounds outside in order to quickly return to where the maids were waiting that it happened. A manâs shadow was visible in a dark alley.
âRunaan.â
As she was about to pass by and ignore him, the shadow took a step forward and called her name.
âAhâŚâ
Runaan stood still. Her eyes, which were always blank, were shaking as if they were hit by a wave.
The man appeared. With short silver hair and dark purple eyes, he was a handsome young man with an appearance similar to Runaanâs.
âBroâŚther?â
âItâs been a while.â
Runaan took a step back with trembling lips, and the man took three steps forward, smiling softly.
Syria Sullion.
He was Runaanâs older brother, and the man who put his name on the Twelve Stars of the Continent as the biggest genius in the history of House Sullion.
âAhâŚâ
However, Runaanâwhoâd seen Syria after a long timeâwas as white as a sheet, as if sheâd encountered a powerful opponent instead of her older brother.
âRunaan, didnât I tell you to not make that face?â
Syria smiled. His smile was relaxed, and his speech was soft.
However, if one looked at his expression carefully, they wouldâve felt terrified. Because unlike his mouth, his eyes werenât smiling at all.
âUghâŚâ
Runaan clenched her teeth and lowered her head. As if she forced her turbulent emotions to calm down, her trembling purple eyes settled down in the darkness.
âYes, thatâs how you should be.â
Syria kept smiling and approached Runaan to stroke her head.
âIt looks like Rimmerâs training is pretty good. Youâve become stronger than I thought.â
He bent over and met Runaanâs eyes.
At that moment, the mask on Syriaâs face was dropped. His expression was as stiff as a rotten tree, and the light disappeared from his eyes. He looked like an emotionless monster.
âI hope you wonât be doing things like going onto a battlefield, or dueling with your life on the line.â
His voice also changed. It was a terribly dry voice, like the desertâs north wind that dried lives up to death.
âAahâŚâ
Runaanâs shoulders trembled. Grabbing her own hands, she stepped backward.
âHmm, did it become weaker? I need to carve it into you again.â
Syria put his hand in his coatâs inner pocket. He took out a round-eyed squirrel.
âWas Ruby the name of the squirrel you used to raise?â
âB-brother?â
Runaan stopped stepping back. She extended her hand towards the squirrel, trying to grab it.
âYou will remember now. The way Ruby died, and the reason you became afraid of blood.â
âW-wait!â
Syria smiled with his immobile eyes and put force on his right hand. With a blasting sound, his hand that used to hold a squirrel in it only had a handful of bloodstains remaining.
âAaargh!â
Runaan screamed and sank to her knees, but nobody could hear the sound because of the energy barrier that Syria had put up.
âRunaan.â
Syria approached Runaan, who was on her knees. He whispered in her ears with a lifeless voice.
âYou are mine. Until that day comes, donât do anything dangerous or difficult.â
âAhâŚâ
âJust keep breathing until I need youâŚâ
Bang!
As Syria was about to brainwash Runaan, a thundering noise resounded throughout the alley.
A blonde-haired boy appeared through the dust rising from the crumbled ground. His red eyes were staring at Syria.