****(POV)
The small training room is cold and empty.
Just as it should be.
One does not beco stronger in comfort.
That is our belief.
We are the iron guardians for a reason.
We live and die with a weapon in hand.
Pride and justice part of our motto.
Everything is irrelevant in the face of dedication.
The body should be trained to shoulder the burden of the heaviest of armors.
The skills need to be trained relentlessly until the tal is an extension of one's arm.
I do have very good mories of this place.
Training day after day.
Those were simpler tis.
Ever since ascending to managent, I have had to care for sothing called politics.
The worst thing ever.
Sotis I just hope the war would start now.
This would be way easier.
Simply a clash of raw strength and spirit.
No, instead we are here playing house.
In this city, there are all kinds of people.
Even the bad ones.
Well, they are all hiding like rats.
Sotis I wish I could just go roam and start a killing spree.
Get rid of any shady individual and be done with it.
Sadly I can't.
Well, I can, but I shouldn't.
*Knock knock*
Finally, he is here.
I am actually here for a eting.
This place helps think after all.
Enters a colleague of mine.
An elder here too.
"Hey there."
"*Chuckle* You haven't changed one bit. Still hiding in here."
"Eh, well you know . This place feels like ho."
"That it does. Except it can be a bit hard to move in such a cramped space haha."
That is the biggest difference between us.
I am what we call a straight guardian.
Heavy armored, close to impossible to kill.
My weapon of predilection is a halberd.
This friend of mine is a peculiar one in our midst.
He is a pure swordsman.
He has given up the usual defense for a counter style.
His guard is his sword.
A giant sword that he sohow swings around expertly.
He is sowhat of a big shot in our faction.
One that is for so reason was assigned to this single city.
I heard that he even managed to survive a direct confrontation with the Eagle of massacre once.
This is the most impressive feat one can attain as a swordsman.
We have a thing called the thousand swordsman ranking going on this continent.
On the list are about a hundred of the strongest swordmasters.
There is a saying that they are on the list for 2 reasons.
First one their mastery over their art.
Second their ability to evade the massacre demon.
Well, he has been quiet lately.
Still, that simply makes my friend an impressive individual.
This guy has now requested an official eting.
This ans sothing huge is about to happen.
Well, either that or he is going into closed-door training again.
"Alright, why are we here exactly?"
I can see him take a determined look.
"I am leaving."
"Where?"
"I heard about soone that could help better myself as a swordsman. I need to try and et him."
This is huge.
It is the first ti I hear him praising another so much.
Every previous fight he was in he would praise his enemy but admit that they do not share the sa path.
This ans that he either found soone that has a similar blade or perhaps even soone that is so strong that he can teach him lots of things regardless.
"Which is it?"
He understands easily.
"A true master."
"Is the information reliable?"
"I was at the sword auction. A sword close to rank 4 got cleaved in half using a normal blade. As easily as one would cut tofu."
"That impressive?"
"Yes, that impressive. This is not the most important part. The guy that accomplished it did it casually. When I confronted him guess what he told ?"
"Don't tell is he a traveler?!"
"No, but he did tell the na of his teacher. If the student is already that impressive, can you imagine what kind of old monster managed to teach him?"
This is huge.
There is one concern I do have.
"So you plan on paying him a visit? Do you even know where to find him?"
He shakes his head.
"No, but I do know his na. Zero of The Unnad God Sect."
I try to jog my mory, but the na doesn't ring a bell.
At all.
I know pretty much all the significant sects on the continent.
Yet I am completely clueless here.
"What do you think?"
So he asks .
I an there is only one conclusion to be drawn here.
"A hidden sect, is it?"
"Most probably. He didn't tell where I can find that teacher, so I didn't push. Still, he apparently still accepts disciples. I will try my luck."
"You'll simply go on a wild goose chase simply with this information?"
"Well, yes. I will train at the sa ti anyway. From ti to ti seeing the world helps in figuring out things."
He isn't wrong either.
This is significant enough to be worth exploring.
At least for a bit.
I do need to ask him just in case.
"How sure are you about this?"
"Pretty sure. At least that is what my intuition tells . I don't think he was lying. The hardest part will be finding such a legendary individual. Well also getting him to accept I guess."
"*Sigh* Do you want any help from the sect? We could use our information network to"
"No, I do not want to make it look like we are hunting them. The consequences could be disastrous. Make sure you do not offend the young man and we should be fine."
"So you'll just abandon , eh old friend?"
"Well, you would do the sa if our roles were reversed, no? Could you imagine eting an invincible? These warriors that are said to have mastered the art of defense."
"Hehe, you are right. I would do anything to get such a being to teach . Alright, goodbye and take care. Make sure to co back when war happens. We will need your power!"
"Hehe, if everything goes well, I will co back a changed man. Take care old friend."
Thus he leaves.
Leaving alone in the small cold training room with my thoughts.
Ah, I may as well train for a bit too...
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