Arthur was in the front yard, currently practicing his sword skills.
Back when he was a soldier without any blessings, with nothing to rely on but his sword, survival demanded that he develop his own techniques.
Through countless experints and trials, he discovered a striking truth: there was a significant difference between a normal sword and one that vibrated. A glaring difference.
A vibrating sword could slice through objects with astonishing ease—so much so that even a novice could cleave a mountain rock with one slash.
Clarsen, who had studied the phenonon closely, realized that even a slight but continuous vibration in the blade altered its cutting power dramatically. That realization led him to create a skill based entirely on the concept.
By augnting his body through precise muscle control and focused energy output, Arthur could replicate the technique.
Clarsen believed that when a sword vibrates at a specific frequency—ideally one that resonates with the natural structure of the target—it weakens the molecular bonds within the material. This phenonon, known as resonant disruption, allows the sword to pass through otherwise solid objects with minimal resistance. The key isn’t raw force, but the perfect frequency alignnt between the blade and the target.
’Let’s see if I still got it...’ Although he said that Arthur knew that his experience wouldn’t fade away just because he was in a new body.
He aid at the thick log before him.
He was holding a blunt sword that his father threw into the storage room a few days ago.
With the current condition, the sword wouldn’t be able to even slice vegetables, forget about human flesh.
However, adding the vibration to the weapon, which humd in his ear, Arthur knew the results would be different than what one might expect.
He took a step forward, back slightly bent, and in a clean diagonal arc, he slashed the blade, leaving a silver tracing behind.
A thin line was drawn on the log before the wood started to slide off the lower half and fall to the ground.
Arthur heaved a sigh as he looked at the heated sword.
Due to vibration, whenever his blade t with any target, it produced imnse heat, which is why Clarsen had to order a custom-made sword for himself after he was promoted.
’These kinds of swords wouldn’t last long...where can I get a better one?’ The best Sword he has seen until now, after regressing, was the one with the soldiers who ca with the Viscount.
There were no good blacksmiths in Westre at all, so even with the money Arthur had, he had to travel to Atinberg to get himself a good blade.
Deciding to end his training here, he returned to the house and found his brother heading towards the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" A frown knitted his forehead as he advanced towards the stupid guy.
"..ah..was about to cook sothing?"
"I told you to rest, right? Want to tie you with chains?" Arthur asked and that made Kevin flinch.
But then, he adopted an imposing big brother pose, his right hand on his waist as he said, "Don’t order around. You are three years younger than , so respect ."
Arthur rolled his eyes, "Want to tell Mum what you did?"
Kevin’s fake bravado crumbled montarily, but he continued with the act, "Do you think I fear? I perford my duties as a warrior, hmph!"
Arthur’s brows elevated, "So should I tell her that as well, that you are head over heels for the librarian?"
Kevin’s eyes widened, and his whole act of strict big brother crumbled as he asked, "How did you know about it?!"
Arthur chuckled, "Nothing is hidden from these eyes. I know where I look and where the people around look." While moving towards the kitchen, Arthur warned his brother, "Beware though, Marilyn has already noticed your attention on her recently. Don’t pester her if she doesn’t like it."
Kevin was quite flustered. Being caught by his brother about his crush was not sothing he was expecting.
Arthur told him to sit on the couch as he went to reheat the food.
He had already prepared rice and fish for the two of them before Kevin woke up.
"When will they return?" Arthur casually asked as he placed the fish on the plate.
"Dad said they might stay tonight there and return tomorrow morning. Mom said they will return today though."
Arthur faintly smiled, "Well, then they surely would return tomorrow."
Once he finishes plating the food he brings it to the dining table.
"I am so damn hungry..." After fighting those goons, and using so much energy in traveling, Kevin’s stomach was demanding so food.
As soon as Arthur rested the plates, Kevin started stuffing his mouth with rice. He didn’t even take the soup and just ate plain rice to fill sothing inside his belly.
Arthur was already ready with a glass of water and as he predicted,
*Cough* *Cough*
Patting Kevin’s back, he handed the water.
"Thank you." Kevin took a few sips of water to calm himself down.
Arthur also sat down to have lunch.
He was planning to visit the library and read a little bit while practicing his spirituality.
For the next few years, all he has to do is to train and prepare for the Demon Lord.
He still doesn’t have an idea when he would co across the other Blessed Ones. But considering how fond those Gods are of their apostles, they surely would intertwine Arthur’s path with theirs.
’Haah..I hope Eric isn’t a prick in this tiline-’
*Clang*
Kevin’s brows elevated as he saw the spoon from his brother’s hand dropping.
"Arthur?"
Arthur couldn’t hear his brother’s voice since his mind was currently converged on the words Tinker relayed,
{Arthur! Your parents are hurt! Soone ca and beat your father before taking him away-}
Arthur didn’t remain sitting to listen further.
"Arthur, wait-agh!" Kevin groaned as he tried to follow his brother, but suddenly, a wall of water ford around the house, restraining him within the house.
"Arthur, wait!!" Kevin’s shouts were ignored as Arthur marched towards his parents.
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