At Ebelasques training grounds, Kraush grasped his right arm, repeatedly opening and closing his hand.
This exercise was to acclimate himself to the arm of the Sword Demon, still sowhat alien to him.
At that mont, Crimson Garden perched onto Kraushs shoulder.
How much do you know about the Sword Demons fusion technique?
Next to nothing. Just that the fusion technique was extraordinary.
Even as a regressed being, you dare to attach the Sword Demons arm without knowing anything?
Kraush shrugged his shoulders.
Did he foresee his own regression?
How could I know of a man who died before I was even born?
Crimson Garden pecked at Kraushs head a few tis with her beak before landing in front of him.
The Sword Demons fusion technique is similar yet different to the One Sword technique youve been practicing.
She then began to share knowledge of the Sword Demons fusion technique with him, earnestly endeavoring to strengthen Kraush.
The essence of the Sword Demons fusion technique is to blow aura into the blade within the sheath.
That part was common to typical fusion techniques.
Swiftly drawing the blade charged with internal aura was the essence of the technique.
But ordinarily, drawing an already unsheathed blade was faster.
After all, fusion techniques were devised to quickly unsheathe weapons in response to surprise attacks.
However, the Sword Demons technique diverged from the norm.
And the Sword Demon splintered the aura, gave it elasticity and detonated it inside. As a result, the aura granules created by the blade would violently churn within the sheath.
What a peculiar thod.
Its peculiarity that breeds secret techniques. Regardless, the aura inside never slows and continually hamrs the interior of the sheath. When the force fills and peaks to its utmost limit
The blade is drawn.
Riding the force of the explosion, truly at the highest speed.
Thats why the Sword Demons fusion technique was distinct from the ordinary, aiming to strike the foes throat before one could pull their weapon, based on the explosive power of the aura.
And the destructive force resulting from that explosive power was of another realm.
In reality, the Sword Demons fusion technique was a preparation step for a deadly attack, a process of compressing aura to its limit before a catastrophic release.
Do you understand?
Kraush looked at his own blade, still in its sheath.
If he had understood imdiately after just hearing the explanation, hed be a genius.
Unfortunately, he was not one.
Hearing a hundred tis is not as good as doing once.
It is better to do sothing once than to hear about it a hundred tis.
Lets try it.
Kraush followed Crimson Gardens instructions and took hold of his weapon.
Rember youre wielding the Sword Demons arm. It contains the entire muscle mory of the Sword Demon within your right arm.
The arm of the Sword Demon had now beco Kraushs.
And that arm had practiced its own fusion technique tens, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of tis.
That experience was etched into the arm.
Follow the will of your arm, and you may succeed.
Kraush closed his eyes to heed her words.
Then he began to slowly infuse his sheathed blade with aura.
Since he had practiced manipulating aura daily for One Sword, thankfully he didnt find it too difficult.
Still, it was unstable.
So, Kraush took his ti, focusing as much as possible on each particle of aura.
After a few minutes
Trickles of cold sweat slid down Kraushs cheek.
It was a sign of his profound concentration.
He had invested this much ti just splitting the aura.
Actually using it in real combat was still far off.
However, Kraush quietly maintained his focus.
He felt no urgency.
Having lived his life this way, he could remain dispassionate about himself without disappointnt.
Watching him, Crimson Garden refrained from any disparaging remarks.
Martial techniques are not learned overnight.
Therefore, how one spends the day learning the technique is what changes the outco.
Several more minutes passed.
Kraush finally succeeded in endowing each particle of aura with elasticity.
Now to detonate the aura within the blade.
Subsequently, the internal explosion of aura within Kraushs blade began.
The energy within the sheath started to move erratically, striking the interior repeatedly until the force accumulated and grew.
Kraush sensed the sheath could almost burst from swelling energy.
Yet, it was not ti.
The Sword Demons arm grasped the hilt firmly and motionless.
With unwavering concentration, Kraush focused his mind solely on the sheathed blade.
At that instant, the Sword Demons right arm twitched ever so slightly.
As if waiting just for this mont.
That precise timing
Kraushs blade was explosively unsheathed.
The sound of aura bursting forth and the blade slicing echoed violently throughout the training grounds.
His hair fluttered from the ferocity of the swing, as if caught by the wind.
Kraush, with his entire body soaked in sweat, inhaled sharply.
His right arm ached from wielding the fusion technique.
The arm was accustod to the technique.
But his aura, ant to be reinforced to endure it, was still lacking.
As a result, Kraush eventually dropped the blade.
His right arm quivered.
A consequence of withstanding the techniques explosive force but not fully.
Yet, it was a victory.
It was a sign he could move on to the next stage.
Kraush picked up the blade and returned it to the sheath, slowly and carefully.
His arm still trembled from the shock, but Kraush paid it no heed.
If he couldnt be a genius, then he would have the perseverance.
Just keep repeating until its learned.
Begin.
Crimson Garden, recognizing this, ordered him to start afresh.
Kraush faithfully followed her command.
A good teacher, the arm of the Sword Demoneverything was there.
All that remained was his own will.
Thus, Kraush closed his eyes again and rebooted his focus.
To endlessly repeat until he mastered the Sword Demons fusion technique.
***
Days later, Kraush faced No. 8.
No longer in a maids outfit, but wearing a suit tight to her body, No. 8, still sporting black rabbit ears, bowed her head.
Then, with a staff rolled and clasped, she spoke to Kraush.
You may start anyti.
Alright.
At those words, Kraush placed his right hand over the hilt of his blade.
Instantly
With a tallic ring, No. 8s body staggered backward.
Simultaneously, a clamorous noise echoed from the staff in her grasp.
Kraushs blade was already unsheathed.
No. 8, gazing at the swiftly drawn weapon, responded.
I saw it.
Tch, still not there yet.
Kraush sheathed his blade, clicking his tongue in frustration.
The Sword Demons fusion technique is ant to draw the blade at speeds indiscernible to the naked eye.
However, No. 8 had perceived his quick draw and even his destructive power hadnt yet asured up to the Sword Demons.
Kraush looked down at his own right hand.
After days of rigorous training, his hand was riddled with wounds.
Even with the Sword Demons arm, it was impossible to avoid injury.
It seems Im getting the hang of it.
In the end, it all ca down to innate aura capacity, an area he had to grow on his own.
It seed like a trip back to the Balheim estate to learn the next martial technique was in order.
Thanks for sparring with all this ti.
Dont ntion it. You, Lord Kraush, can afford a bit more confidence. Those of us inside the top ten numbers, like myself, possess master level skills.
The creations within numbers nine and outEbelasques bodies.
They were all monsters of master level.
Thus, for No. 8 to track Kraushs quickdraw with her dynamic vision was perhaps to be expected.
But disappointingly, Kraush could not derive satisfaction from her words.
The adversaries Im bound to face are far more formidable than re masters.
They were individuals who possessed talents conjured from the emptiness of the sky.
To steal skills from them, he had to grow stronger right here.
Still, thanks. Youve been a great help.
Im glad to have been of assistance.
Kraush smiled at No. 8 as they exited the training area together.
As they did, Ebelasque, who happened to cross the hallway, caught his eye.
Rubbing her tired eyes as if she had just awoken, she appeared weary.
Her T-shirt was stretched, barely covering her chest, and her hair was dry and disheveled.
Kraush regarded her as one might view garbage.
Even as he ensured the bodies under his care were prim and proper, her slovenly state was baffling.
Given Kraushs aversion to laziness, his thoughts reaffird that hed struggle to work alongside Ebelasque.
What, why are you looking at like that?
Coincidentally, Ebelasque also took notice of Kraush.
Eyeing her own attire, she quickly covered her chest with her hands.
Pervert! Its because youre a man, isnt it! Ha, I suppose with my glamour and enough to bewitch a teenagers heart, its inevitable you feel that way.
Kraush offered no response.
It was not worth replying.
Clearly, the lurid novel she had read before sleeping must have been similar in genre.
Ill be leaving for Balheim today.
He had acknowledged the seamless assimilation of his arm at Hardenhartz with the help of Bianca, who burst into tears upon seeing it, but there was no one else around, so it was no issue.
liocan had also said nothing more since then and had instructed a priest, as per Kraushs wishes, to restore the arm and had inford the Balheim family as such.
Now it seed he could truly return with no further complications.
Uh, what about ?
Do as you please.
Kraush was indifferent about whether Ebelasque followed him or not.
He had always told Ebelasque she was free to co and go as she pleased anyway.
Um, what should I do?
You are free to remain here. If it were Balheim, even youd likely be discovered before long.
Whether harnessing bells like Crimson Garden or not, Ebelasque in her true form was imbued with the energy characteristic of a world devourer.
Countless monsters resided in Balheim.
Not just direct descendants, but also those who had shared generations with Balar, Kraushs father.
The Five Elders of Balheim.
They would most likely detect Ebelasques presence, nine out of ten tis.
Eek, how scary.
She shuddered with fear in her eyes.
Having once been captured by the Empire, she undoubtedly had no desire to face imprisonnt again.
So stay here. I have a personal request, anyway.
Eh, what is it?
Theres an individual known as the Poison King.
One of the Ten Under Heaven and the being that annihilated Hardenhartz.
Although there was plenty of ti until then, if the Second Prince were to seek asylum in Hardenhartz again, inevitably, the imperial mandate would send the Poison King to Hardenhartz in pursuit.
Id appreciate if you could prevent that guy from causing any mischief in Hardenhartz. Or at least stall for ti.
To confront one of the Ten Under Heaven? Thats no easy task
Im not asking for a direct confrontation. Just save Douglakan, the head of Hardenhartz, and thats sufficient.
It wasnt an imdiate concern, after all.
Alright, I can do that much.
She easily complied with the request.
While Kraush had said returning her heart was a transaction, Ebelasque still felt gratitude toward him, regardless of how she looked.
Thats why she had accepted Kraushs request so readily.
If you ever need anything, just ask .
He would return the favor, as he had asked for one.
Kraush was certain to follow through and left it at that.
So, he left Ebelasques hideout with those parting words.
Ebelasque watched his back for a long mont, a faint smile creeping out.
Miss, arent you going to follow him?
Kraush had ntioned that Ebelasque would be discovered if she ca to Balheim, but she could remain undetected if she so chose.
However, she had no inclination to hide.
If it were the old , perhaps I would have followed.
Once upon a ti, she, a world devourer, had also journeyed across the world with companions.
But that was a distant past, and her resolve from those days had faded.
Kraush was bound to wander through countless worlds.
Just a mont, I followed him out of curiosity thus far. I feel comparing him to my past comrades does them injustice.
Thus, she decided not to follow Kraush any further.
Im done here. Im not the outdoors type, after all.
As one of the peculiar characters among world devourers, she turned and walked away.
Yet, one concern lingered.
Given what she observed of Kraushs journey, he would certainly beco entangled with many other world devourers.
Among them were those truly dangerous.
And they would recognize Kraush, just like she had.
When that ti cos.
It might not be so bad to repay him properly, even if just the value of a heart, she mused.
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