The Lord Legend Of The Raicarnated Lord
Young Man

Chapter 5: The Young Man

"Excuse me, but can I have a little bit of your time?"

A man appeared behind him and asked politely as Lorist was about to turn around and walk away.

Lorist turned around and looked; it was one of the students who remained in the square. This young noble youth was wearing an elaborate intersecting shirt under a white leather vest with loose pants adorned with gold thread. Many of the diamonds attached to his boots look shiny in the sun while his shirt collar boasted two gold studs. In the outermost layer was a fine black linen coat that was tightly tied around his body with a black belt. The young man exuded an aura of elegance with a hint of defiance in his eyes.

The man had a typical shallow smile among the nobles which caused Lorist to feel a sudden urge to throw a fist at his face. Although that person looked familiar, Lorist felt disgusted at his humble and haughty gaze that paid no heed to others in any case.

"What business is there?" Charade asked in a serious tone.

“Greetings, Charade Instructor. I'm just here to ask if Instructor Locke has missed me since the last time we met, ”nod the young man to Charade and then turn his gaze to Lorist.

"My esteemed instructor Locke, I, your former student, have come to pay your respects. I'm always grateful for the guidance you've given me over the last few years. I've heard that you can't advance in War Forces training. That's certainly too bad. In recent times, I have managed to break through the Three Star Silver rank and I have decided to return to the academy to thank you for your lessons and advice. To my surprise, I've heard that you will receive a duel from a Silver ranked student, and that really amazes me, as there is a huge difference between your War Force and the Silver Sword. I got the news a little late and ended up being placed behind a number of your other challengers. My only hope is that you defeat all the others so that I can feel your knife and receive your education again. Please try hard for this student. ”

After saying all that, the young noble bowed, before taking a few steps back and walking away.

What the hell is going on? He seemed sincere when he said all that, but something still felt strange. What's wrong with that man, Lorist thought. He proceeded to ask Charade, "Who is that man? He just came up to me with five or six other followers and said some very strange things. Somehow, he looks a bit familiar. ”

Charade rolled his eyes. "Come, you really don't remember him?"

"Well, I kind of remember seeing her a while ago .. But I really don't remember who she is. She does look like a great person .. But she looks pretty excited, ” Lorist replied honestly.

Charade clapped in astonishment and said, "He lost to you in the previous duel. Remember three years ago? "

"Three years ago? What happened at that time? ”Lorist still can't remember the incident.

"Huh .. Even if you can't remember it now, that person can't forget it even if he wants to. When you were first appointed as an official swordsmanship instructor three years ago, the man brought a group of other students to ambush you. He is the main culprit of the incidents that happened during the last double elite course, and also the one who harshestly punished you. He ended up bruising all over his body, with several ribs broken and wrapped like a huge mummy, ”Charade recalled painfully.

Oh, so that's the guy. Lorist finally remembered.

Every three years, Dawn Academy has special training sessions for students who excel in Battle Force and swordsmanship. It was called the "dual elite course" and was also considered one of the most difficult courses offered by the academy. Given that the students who attend the courses are top among their peers in both disciplines, the, and that most of them were nobles with their own unique War Force techniques passed down through their families, the students were extremely arrogant and arrogant and would not accept instructors who did not possess the necessary qualifications.

Three years ago Lorist was appointed as an official swordsmanship instructor and was given the task of teaching a double elite class. Of course, there were students who looked down on him, but all of them were defeated by Lorist. The young man was now ranked one of the top two in terms of swordsmanship and was also the assistant instructor of the dual elite course. He was quickly defeated in a duel with Lorist after only three blows. Unable to suppress his hatred after his loss, he managed to manipulate the other students into attacking Lorist en masse while he himself attempted to attack Lorist when he was occupied, desirous to end Lorist's life with the most ruthless methods available to him.

Lorist, who was unable to suppress his anger over the actions of that person, actually hit him to the point that he could not live his daily life without help and was bedridden for over six months.

“Oh yes, didn't you say he went to recover and even decided to leave school? Logically speaking, shouldn't he be filled with hatred and desperately try to kill me? Why did he even come to pay his respects? ”Ask Lorist while stroking his chin, annoyed.

"Hahaha ..." chuckled fatly, "This is the custom of the nobles. Even if they were to face their mortal enemy and would challenge them to a duel to the death, they would still convey their greetings and pay their respects to the enemy. This is called 'be polite'. ”

"Who is he who came like that and uttered all the insincere nonsense about me so as not to disappoint him and fight against me!" So what if he was a Three Star Silver Swordsman! I have defeated many people of that caliber, ” said Lorist, dissatisfied.

"Hehe, you better look for that young man. Do you know his family background? "

"I can't remember anything else about him, not even his name …"

"Of course I know. It was one of the neighboring countries of Forde Trade Union and was located somewhere in the southeast of the union, I guess, ” Lorist replied after pondering for a while.

“In the east of the Kingdom of Kalia was the Roman Empire and to the south was Khawistan Khanate. Do you know why there is no conflict between the Kingdom of Kalia and the two great powers next to it? ”Tanya Charade seriously.

"I don't know," Lorist replied honestly.

"That's because the Kingdom of Kalia has a Holy Sword. Neither the Romon Empire nor Khawistan Khanate wanted to disturb that person. The Kalia Sword Saint was also known as the 'Tempest Sword Saint'. According to rumors, he revealed his strength once when he was still only a Blademaster: when it rained down, he could pierce through every single point of rain with his sword and after bathing, when it rained down, the area three meters away from where he danced with his sword.was completely dry, causing his name to instantly soar to fame. ”

"Sandoz Hirda whom you defeated since then has become a Saint Tempest Sword disciple. Think about it, three years ago he was just a One Star Silver Swordsman, Right now, he was already at three stars. He must have trained very hard all along to settle this grudge with you. Some rumors said that he challenged those of the same rank as him and defeated them with just two or three attacks. It seems that he was confident that he could take the badge of the golden swordsmanship instructor from you. You better watch out, Locke, he's no ordinary man. Let me check the number … "

Charade took out a few rolls of sheepskin and scanned it for a while. "That's right here . He's your 284th challenger. He must have signed up yesterday afternoon. ”

"Huh?" Lorist exclaimed, begin. "Fats! When does registration start !? ”

"Two days ago .." said Charade as he silently smiled. “As of now, there are more than 350 applicants. There were 30 others when I was walking from the Enforcement Department earlier. I believe it will reach 400 today … "

Lorist flicked his middle finger towards Charade. “I'm really gonna give it to that old man! Does he want me dead !? How does that even make sense? "

The fatty sneered like a fox who had just stolen a chicken. "the old man just scolded me this morning for not being able to see the big picture. He said that we should open the registration to the entire Academy Sector, and after that, Morante City! Maybe when this show gets big, we can even let the challenger from the Falik Plains come! In time, this news will spread throughout the continent and there will be more challengers than we can count! At that time, the profit we will get from the registration fee will increase exponentially and the reputation of our academy as well as its influence will also increase … I will send some students to send notices around town this afternoon, especially in taverns and mercenary guilds .. I will need more notifications for those places. ”

Hearing that, Lorist staggered and almost fell face down onto the ground.

Fatty gave the final blow, saying, "the elder has already said that he hopes this year there will be as many as 3600 challengers. This way, he can arrange 10 duels per day for you. Actually it'll be easy for you. ”

"Bombs!" Lorist fell directly onto the floor, struggling to get up, pointed the two middle fingers towards Charade and walked away quickly.

Charade was still yelling, “Locke, you better be careful with Hirda! Don't be careless and lose to him! ”

Hirda could go to hell. He is only a Three Star Silver Swordsman, thought Lorist as he rejected the possibility of him losing to Hirda completely. Lorist felt increasingly confident in his abilities since the four months of training in the Relic Islands, There, was, a leader of some mercenary group that was a Two-Star Golden Swordsman had been trampled and beaten by a dark-scale rhinoceros as he easily cared for the beast with a single strike.

If he were to challenge Instructor Claude or any other peak Three Star Gold Swordsman for a duel, Lorist believed that it would require over 1,000 moves before the winner could be decided, and he might just be the winner. Lorist was neither arrogant nor arrogant; although his Battle Strength was only at the Three-Star Iron level, he obtained many benefits from training in the Aquametal Ki Technique passed down in the family of his past life.

Just by squeezing his palm, he could easily crush a stone the size of a thumb into fine grains. This is the "Inch" level power of the Aquametal Technique. In his past life, he had practiced this technique for over 30 years, but he had not even reached the peak of the "Sunny" technique level; the "Dark" level was even further. However, in this world, by training his Battle Strength with the Aquametal Technique, he had managed to reach the level of Darkness within a short span of four years. Perhaps this world was more suited to training the internal energy of the body.

The Silver Battle Force could be projected onto the sword and cause sword light to form which could only be blocked by weapons that were also infused with Battle Strength. Battle Force-infused weapons can easily dominate and overcome common weapons or shields. While Lorist himself could not form a sword of light, he could still enter his weapon with Battle Force or internal energy and give the weapon incredible power and sharpness that rivaled even weapons that emitted shining swords. Only, that effect was usually not noticed by most people as its energy was hidden from the eyes and focused inside its blade.

Right now, he could circulate his Battle Strength with some methods from the Aquametal Technique at will and coordinate his body movements and attacks perfectly, he said, allows him to make strong and smooth movements while maintaining a steady rhythm of breathing, and every step he takes is silent and silent. His dantian contained boundless Ki energy that was quickly regenerated even before he could use it. It was the strength of someone who had reached the Dark level, as described by his family's technique manual.

The only difference is that the Aquametal Technique manual states that at the Dark level, the meridian points in the temple will swell. However, the meridian points of Lorist temple were still flat and ordinary. He guessed that it might be because he practiced techniques using Battle Force. Since it did not have an observable impact, Lorist was not too worried about it. He was more troubled by the damned academy head who treated him like a money printing press. He did not mind dueling himself and was already used to it. Furthermore, the enhanced dynamic vision of this body gave him an edge; lorist never considered the Silver Sword to be a threat.

Ten duels a day was also not heavy for him. It only took a few sword blows to end the duel; a swordsmanship class usually required him to participate in ten or more mock battles in order to provide his students with hands-on experience, and the fact that he had to point out the shortcomings of his students made it more difficult than a simple duel. The only types of fighters who would pose a real threat to him were those who were at least Second Star Gold rank. Then again, no self-respecting Golden Sword would bow so low as to challenge him to a duel.

His main frustration was that he was ordered to duel with others rather than ask for the duel himself. To him, it was not at all. The old man profited from his labors while he had to do all the work! Lorist solemnly cursed the old man to one day be buried and crushed to death by all the gold coins he made.