How the Reincarnation Seat Destroys the Original - Chapter 119



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Episode 119. The Birth of the Sword Master (2).

Eden’s expression showed embarrassment at Kael’s words, which were no different from asking Tariq to become a Sword Master.

“Your Majesty, I’m sorry, but do you know how many Sword Masters there are in the Empire?”

Kael opened his mouth as if he was seriously contemplating the unexpected remark that had nothing to do with what he had just said, making a ‘hmm’ sound in his throat.

“You and the former commander of the Imperial Knights, Count Bitran.”

The names of the Sword Masters he knew flowed out slowly from Kael’s mouth.

Eden and Adrina, the former commander of the Imperial Knights, who are facing each other in front of us. And the siblings’ mother, Countess Bitran, who raised the siblings to become sword masters.

“I think they were the commanders of the Imperial Knights who served His Majesty the Emperor. There were about four of them.”

About four people came out of Kael’s mouth, and Eden nodded slowly.

“Five, to be exact. His Majesty the Emperor is also present.”

“ah….”

When he heard that Emperor Bastian was included, Kael belatedly remembered one thing he had completely forgotten: that he was a Sword Master.

When I was writing the original, I thought that even though he was the emperor, he had to be strong, so I gave him the setting of a sword master.

?Haha-! Kael, come in!?

When Kael’s expression became somewhat shaky as he thought of Bastian, Eden nodded seriously, misunderstanding that his expression reminded her of the reality that what he had said was not an easy thing.

“Your Highness’s bodyguard, Tariq, who was nicknamed the Mercenary King, is a very strong man. However, no matter how strong he is, it is difficult to become a Sword Master in a short period of time.”

“The black spirit has manifested.”

Eden paused for a moment at the mention of the sword, but he still answered firmly.

“You must be able to wield the sword to become a Sword Master, but not everyone who has manifested the sword can become a Sword Master.”

If it were possible to become a Sword Master by manifesting the Black Spirit, then at least three or four more members of the Imperial Knights would have been able to become Sword Masters.

Among those who can handle swordsmanship, only those who have surpassed a certain level can become Sword Masters.

Although the level of achievement is different for each person.

At least, I should be able to use my sword energy naturally, no different from breathing.

“I guess it would be faster for you to see and judge for yourself, no matter what I say.”

Kael, who had been looking at Eden for a while, got up along with his words, and Eden also got up following him.

“Go to the training ground. Tariq will be there at this time.”

The two left the office together and headed to the training ground of the Damie family.

However, the training ground used by the sole author’s knight was too spacious to be used alone, and Tariq was swinging his sword silently there.

Although it was faint, the sword he was swinging had a uniform blue aura surrounding the blade, rippling all over.

Kael looked at Eden next to him, and when he saw that his gaze was fixed on Tariq, he stepped into the training ground.

Once, twice.

The sword moved with a heavy sound of cutting through the wind, and soon his movements stopped at the sound of people entering the training ground.

“Master.”

Tariq, who had discovered Kael, approached him with a neat posture, putting his sword in the scabbard on his waist.

“Is the training going well?”

“I am sorry that although I am trying my best, the results are not satisfactory to you, Master.”

“It’s not a bad idea to practice wrapping your sword around your blade, but I think it’s a little too early for you, Lord Tariq. For now… .”

Eden, who was naturally talking to the two people, trailed off in surprise at Tariq’s expression as if to say, “Who are you?”

“This person is…?”

Tariq, who was already curious about who the other gaze that had been watching him closely was, asked Kael.

“This is Sir Eden, the commander of the Imperial Knights. I will be supervising your training from today onwards.”

If he was the commander of the Imperial Knights, he was a sword master.

Surprise passed through Tariq’s eyes at Eden’s identity.

After losing consciousness in the Black Forest where he had been walking with his master, and facing his inner self through the magic of the inner mirror, he clearly overcame a wall that had been blocking him.

As time passed and the more he handled it, the more stable it became, but it wasn’t enough.

Tariq realized that the wall he had surpassed was nothing more than the entrance to countless walls. He had broken down the wall under Kael’s guidance, but it was at a point when he felt it was not enough that Kael brought Eden to him.

“I haven’t told you yet that I will look after you.”

Eden let out a slur as if denying Kael’s words.

Kael looked at him with an expression that seemed utterly calm at his words.

“So you’re not going to let it go?”

“… That’s not it.”

For some reason, thinking that Kael’s answer reminded him of his master, His Majesty the Emperor, Eden swallowed a sigh and looked at the floor of the training hall.

Soon, a fallen tree branch appeared before his eyes, and the branch, thin enough to break with just the slightest force, was gleaming with a vivid golden aura that was noticeably different from Tariq’s.

“If you want to handle the sword properly, a wooden sword or a branch sword is more effective than a real sword. The sword Lord Tariq has is of good enough quality to withstand the sword. Trying to handle the sword with a real sword for several days is like pouring water into a broken dam.”

Eden, who had pointed out the biggest problem, asked Kael.

“Your Majesty, do you have a wooden sword?”

As soon as he asked the question, dozens of wooden swords came crashing down from the air. Eden picked up two of the wooden swords that Kael had given him in this space and handed one to Tariq. Tariq accepted it with a bewildered expression and looked back and forth between him and Kael.

Eden walked forward, swinging his wooden sword lightly.

“As Your Majesty said, I am the commander of the Imperial Knights, so I do not have much free time.”

Kael faintly smiled and lightly patted Tariq on the shoulder, seeing Eden’s appearance overflowing with the desire to teach, rather than not having any desire to teach.

“Well then, cheer up.”

With those words, Kael disappeared, and Tariq looked at Eden, who was now standing in the center of the training ground swinging his sword.

“What are you doing? We don’t have time.”

“Oh, yes!”

Tariq also headed to the center of the training ground where Eden was, and Eden, facing Tariq, opened his mouth.

“My name is Eden Jan Bitran.”

“This is Tariq.”

“Okay. Well then, shall we begin?”

In the training ground, the sound of wooden swords cutting through the wind and the voices of Idan and Tariq continued until late at night, until daybreak.

The next day, Kael boarded a carriage to enter the palace, and Eden, who had spent time with Tariq in the training grounds until the morning, was also on board.

“What was Tariq like when you saw him in person?”

Kael asked inside the carriage, and Eden, who had an unusually energetic face after staying up all night after work, opened his mouth.

“Honestly, I was amazed. Not only was his fundamentals stronger than I thought, but he also had great stamina and patience.”

“Contrary to his appearance, he actually has a rather honest personality.”

From the rattling carriage, Eden looked at Kael.

“The only knight of the Viscount Damiers is Sir Tariq. Did you personally guide him?”

Tariq’s swordsmanship, which was a mixture of the swordsmanship of noble knights and the swordsmanship of free-spirited mercenaries, was somewhat unique… no, one could say special.

A swordsmanship that combines the swordsmanship of nobles and mercenaries.

The two swordsmanship styles that seemed like they wouldn’t go together surprisingly worked well together, complementing each other’s strengths and complementing each other’s weaknesses.

Eden also knew that Tariq was a mercenary, and through his movements, he noticed that he was more accustomed to the free-spirited swordsmanship characteristic of mercenaries.

If so, that meant that there was someone who taught him the noble swordsmanship, and Kael nodded obediently to his question, which led to the conclusion that the only one in the Damier House who could do that was Kael, Viscount Damier.

“That’s right. I taught him.”

“How did you come up with the idea of ??combining the swordsmanship of a nobleman and a mercenary?”

“I just taught him the swordsmanship I learned, and Tariq put it all together. All I gave him was a little advice.”

Although Kael answered as if it was nothing, Eden could be sure that the advice he gave would be of great help to Tariq.

The swordsmanship of the mercenary was free-spirited but lacked restraint in his movements, while the swordsmanship of the noble was efficient but rigid in its structure.

In order for the two swordsmanships to be combined, one had to have a deep understanding of both. Just like magic, swordsmanship was also built up over a long period of time by countless people, so even if they devoted their entire lives to the sword, there were many who could not understand or accept it.

Beyond just handling the sword well, truly understanding the sword and accepting it for what it is. When you become one with the sword, you can become a Sword Master.

“Thanks to that advice, Sir Tariq was more prepared to understand and embrace the sword than anyone else.”

After observing him and clashing swords with him all night, Eden’s judgment was that, even if it took time, Tariq would have definitely reached the level of Sword Master on his own someday, even without his help.

“I suppose you have summoned me because it would be difficult for Your Majesty to directly cross swords with Sir Tariq.”

It was clear that Kael could handle the sword, and that he understood and accepted it enough to become a Sword Master, but his body would not follow suit.

“Yes. As I said before, I’m not particularly good at swordsmanship.”

Eden was disappointed by the words that Kael blurted out. Although his innate bone structure, muscles, and other physical characteristics could be overcome to some extent through effort, there were clear limits to them, and it was something he could not do anything about.

If he had been born with good physical condition, he could have become the Empire’s first sword master who could handle magic.

Was the regret he felt conveyed to Kael? Kael let out a breathy laugh.

“Rather, I think I am lucky, so I hope you don’t feel sorry.”

“Are you thinking that it’s fortunate?”

“Yeah, if I got better than I am now, I would have been really tired. I’ve always hated moving my body.”

“If that’s the case, then that’s good.”

Eden, who had been agreeing with his words, hesitated for a moment as a thought passed through her mind before opening her mouth.

“But… isn’t your Highness the Countess Damie twenty-four this year?”

“But that’s true.”

Eden seriously gave him advice when he realized that Kael was the same age as him.

“If you don’t like to move your body at a young age, you shouldn’t do it.”

At his advice, Kael looked at him somewhat bewildered, and at the same time, the carriage the two were riding in arrived at the palace.