Reincarnated Into Weak Noble

Reincarnated Into Weak Noble
Chapters 9. Master and Heir


“You have an interesting determination, son. I have an offer, do you want to pass down my dark sword technique?”


The words still stuck in Arthur's head, he sighed thinking about what he should do.


Darkness sword technique? I've never even heard of such a story in books or schools, whether it's some sort of ability that's kept secret from the public. Even this technique was inherited from generation to generation..


It seems like this is a great ability, yet suspicious..


Arthur's red eyes stared at the window of the small house, a thick green forest with bamboo trees that stood firm up into the sky, the tones of the small animals there created calm for the young man who had wounds all over his body.. Arthur does not know where this place is, but being in a quiet place like the middle of the forest is not a bad thing for Arthur.


This was indeed in the middle of the forest, but it was better than receiving a look of disdain from someone else..


As Arthur was focusing on gazing at the beauty of the forest, he unintentionally saw a figure swinging a wooden sword so beautifully, there was no wasted movement from him. All the swing moves from the old man were great.


Slash


One bamboo that stood firmly was cut off from being hit by the slash from the old man. Arthur's demons saw a kind of dark aura that flashed very quickly.


As if untiring, the old man still practicing using his wooden sword displayed some interesting abilities that made Arthur hollow.


Great, what a gapless move for one who practices basic sword techniques I know, this old man is extremely powerful. But who is he really?


Sword techniques were generally divided into two types, basic sword and sword techniques with various elements, but the darkness sword technique was a sword technique that Arthur had never heard of. And supposedly the elemental sword technique should have magic abilities, but the old man said that the dark sword technique was used by people without magic. This confused Arthur.


Time had gone by for a few hours with full consideration finally Arthur had decided to do what now.


Arthur stood up from the resting place and walked towards the place where the old man was resting.


“This is about the talk earlier, I will accept your offer.”


Hearing Arthur's words, the old man smiled, he already guessed the answer.


“Well that's the determination I want.”


The sound of birds chirping and the singing of the attacks circled this bamboo forest. The wind blew the white hair of the two men.


The old man stood up, he threw the wooden sword at Arthur.


“Prepare yourself, Son. My training is not a light thing.”


“Yes, I know. Such power will not be obtained without hard effort.”


“I love your determination, Son. Then let's start.”


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The sound of the wooden sword's thump sounded extremely loud, their swords colliding with each other. But even so, there was clearly a difference in strength between the two of them.


Cracks.


The wooden sword clasped by Arthur was thrown away. The old man threw one last strike at the unarmed Arthur, he placed a wooden sword around his neck. Although it was only a wooden sword yet the killing aura from the old man's gaze was genuine.


“Hah... huh.. ha.”.


Holding the sword tightly then giving it a streak of slashes, but before the attack hit it, the old man had already held Arthur's wrist and slammed very firmly on the ground.


Arthur's eyes could not respond, though he could see the movement just now, but Arthur was not sure he could avoid it. The old man overstretched Arthur's weakly lying body.


“Your movement is very slow, is this all you have? Movement of this level where it might be able to fight a bunch of goblins last night.”


Arthur did not reply, basically his body was still full of wounds. Even his shoulders, head, and legs were still covered in bandages. The old man sighed remembering the condition of Arthur.


I forgot he was a patient here I had to learn restraint.. He looked at Arthur.


“Don't think of giving up! I need strength, I want to be recognized by others, all I want is a place to accept me, and if I'm strong then I have it, right? So do not think about the condition of this body. I will be strong anyway!”


Arthur let out all his annoyance with a speech. This made the old man open his eyes wide, it was never accepted. For a fellow who has no magic, he knows the pain.


Just like Arthur he was also ostracized by the citizens for not being able to use magic, but what was different was that he had a late sixth heir who continued with him, while Arthur he was alone, he was alone, even his kingdom would not accept him.


The old man smiled, he knew what it was best to do, he would become a Master figure to Arthur so Arthur would no longer be alone.


“Hey, Son. From now on call me ‘Master,!”


Hearing the sudden request certainly took Arthur by surprise, but.


“Do not want, than the old man's nickname Master is more suited to you!”


“Oi, I'm trying to say that again!” The smile on the old man's face widened. Makes the killing aura increase.


“M- sorry.” Realizing his absolute strength he decided to give up.


The man laughed a little.


“Alright I understand how about ‘Tamus Nightshade.’, or ‘killer of darkness’, ‘god of the sword of darkness’, you can call me all you want so stop calling me Old man!”


Arthur smiles ‘Tamus Nightshade’ he finally knows what this guy's name is.


“Well I'll call Tamus, than any other. That's too cool for an old man like you.”


Again Arthur mentioned the greeting ‘Pak old’, Tamus of course did not accept.


“I told you to stop calling me old man!”


Arthur laughed at Tamus' anger, it had been a long time since he had not laughed so wholeheartedly. Tamus is a figure he just knew, but he can feel a sense of warmth when with the figure.


Arthur hates to admit it, but in his deepest heart, he considers Tamus to be a valuable master and teacher coach, so valuable that Arthur will do anything if it concerns the safety of Tamus.


Seeing the cheerful smile of the usually desperate young man, Tamus's heart became serene. His wrinkled face involuntarily formed a smile.


A special relationship between the Master and the next heir, in the middle of a lonely forest, the development of Arthur Midnight tomorrow will be an extraordinary figure.


The process of accepting the offer will lead Arthur down a better path.