Reincarnated Into Weak Noble
Chapters 8. The destined meeting

The dark clouds stemmed widely in the sky, the earth was crying out to describe the sadness, the wind kept blowing violently. In this condition looks an old man who looks quite old maybe about 60 years. With a wrinkled face, dark white hair and a long beard, he stared at the torrential rain.

His eyes looked weak as if he had no interest whatsoever.

I must immediately look for the heir of this sword technique before my time has run out..

The old man was quite a great swordsman when he was young even though his name was not widespread, but his strength was able to match that of a paladin, the top tier of magicians.

The old man sighed, his face wrinkled with cold sweat.

Even so finding an heir isn't easy, I hope the sixth master isn't angry..

Once again the old man sighed, recalling the fury of the figure of the sixth heir that he remembered it. He had also been trained by someone before.

The rain was getting heavier, the place he used as a shade in the form of a small hut was almost destroyed, although the old man decided to come out of his small hut.

It's not like something happened in his hut. The old man felt the fight around here. The old man picked up a reddish-colored sword and had a very dense color.

He ran towards the battle aura he felt. In the middle of a rainstorm there was a fight his door said bad things happened.

And sure enough, he was made hollow with the scenery of the former fight that he got. His eyes were wide open, this place was like a sea of goblin corpses, goblin corpses were everywhere.Blood was also splattered, flowing along with rainwater.

Weapons were all destroyed as well, the number of these goblins was quite a lot. Who is the one who slaughtered all this.

He looked in all directions. Stroll through the crowd of goblin corpses, as surely the perpetrator of this fight was all around and it was likely that he was heavily injured, hence the old man searched.

After a while he finally found a teenager in white clothes but filled with the blood of goblins, his shoulders and legs pierced by arrows, blood continued to flow from the wound. The young man's face was also very limp.

This little kid is the culprit? I can't imagine, there are no traces of magic here don't tell me he fights only with pedan techniques?

The old man's eyes pointed at the sword that was beside the teenager, he was amazed by its prowess, but he was also worried about the condition of the teenager.

It's really severe. In this kind of heavy rain he could have died..

Without much thought the old man pulled out the arrow on the teenager's legs and shoulders. He took the teenager into his lap.

Be patient with this you'll survive, and it looks like I found someone interesting..

Amidst the heavy rain the man took the white-haired teenager to a place that was definitely safe.

*****

The sound of birds wakes up a teenager who is sound asleep. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at the roof of the house he was unfamiliar with. This house looks small with wood that looks not sturdy.

Beside him was a fire that was used to boil water and he stared at the figure of a bearded old man who was heating water, for what reason.

“Whose you?” ask the teenager.

The old man looked over, smiling with relief.

Hearing the sentence ‘Midnight’ makes the teenager's mod reduced, he stared intently.

“I hate that name! Don't mention it again!”

After a while the room became quiet.The teenager who was none other than Arthur Midnight stared intently, while the nameless old man instead smiled slightly while staring at the boiling water.

He put warm water in the glass and gave it to Arthur.

“Minum, Son. To be honest I don't care who you are, but that night I found you in a crowd of goblin corpses. That's really amazing, especially for those of you who can't use magic.”

‘Can't use magic’ that's a forbidden sentence for Arthur.

“If I can't use magic then why?! Laugh all you want, you old shit!”

“Hahahaha, don't get mad like that. Not being able to use magic doesn't mean everything ends there, there are still many ways people can fight, right?”

“What did you say? Magic is everything in this world. Although I can practice sword skills of course I will lose to a witch. This supposition is like a silly person fighting a gunman with his bare hands, the comparison is very different!”

“You just need to dodge the attack from the shot and slash it, isn't it done,” said the old man.

Arthur's getting emotional. “Although I slashed them witches have the ability to create a protector.”

“And you just need to slash it to shred, simple, right?” The old man sighed then drank the warm water he had just boiled.

Arthur grabbed the blanket he was wearing. “What do you want to say, Old man?”

Putting down the glass, the old man stared seriously.

“Listen, you do not have elements so you will not be able to use magic, but it is not over there yet, a person born without elements is a special person born hundreds of years is very rare for someone like you to be born. And to be honest I've been waiting for such a figure for a long time.”

Arthur stared intently as he felt in the banter.

“‘ wait’? What exactly did you say?”

“Listen to completion. A person without elements, you can think of them with empty glasses without fill, they are empty containers and I want to fill that empty container with a technique that continues to be passed down for hundreds of years.”

“Technics passed down for hundreds of years? What does it mean?” Arthur's eyes now became normal, he became interested in the direction of the conversation.

“This technique is an ability that can only be inherited by people without elements like you and me. This power continues to be inherited and passed on to the next generation, until it reaches my place of the seventh generation,” he said by staring at his red sword.

Arthur gulped he knew the direction of this conversation.

“And this sword also keeps being passed down, so what I want to say is..” The old man caught his breath before continuing. “You have an interesting determination, son. I have an offer, do you want to pass down my dark sword technique?”

A question was asked of Arthur. A question that will change the figure of Arthur Midnight from a very weak figure and he will become the strongest figure, he will not be underestimated anymore and stand at the top level of this world.

Arthur Midnight's adventure begins.