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Swordmaster’s Youngest Son
[Translator – Junseo]
[Proofreader – Valirius]
Volume 10 Chapter 390 - Who is a Real Runcandel? (10)
The force of the Reigning Illustrious Bladeworks was growing stronger and stronger.
It was as if all the lightning in the world was pouring down into the Garden of Swords. While the earth was being shattered by that lightning. The golden aura between mother and son fluttered like flower petals.
For a few seconds, Rosa didn’t answer and just looked down at her youngest son.
With the entire dueling ground destroyed, the only thing left standing was the chair where Rosa sat, tall as a giant tree. Neither the flames of Hell Fire nor the lightning energy of the Reigning Illustrious Bladeworks could get past her aura.
Just by catching Rosa’s gaze, Jin felt his whole body become heavy, as if he was being crushed by a mountain.
Even though Rosa hadn’t fully shown her power, he was already suffocated by the sharp energy piercing through the lightning energy.
‘She’s stronger than I imagined.’
He could say that with certainty.
His mother, Rosa Runcandel, the Black Panther, was more powerful than any enemy Jin had ever faced. Her strength far surpassed what he had expected.
Of course, that had to be the case.
The person sitting in the seat of honor and looking down at him was none other than the second-in-command of the great Runcandel Clan.
The second monarch of Runcandel, who had led the Garden of Swords in place of Cyron for a long time. One who was acknowledged by everyone in the clan, and one who all the swordsmen of the world respected and praised.
If he hadn’t felt that level of pressure when facing such a formidable figure, it would’ve been disappointing.
Slowly…
Rosa stood up from her seat.
Even though she only rose up a little higher, the sense of pressure was incomparably greater than when she was sitting. His body felt heavy, as if it had been submerged in water.
“Even if she let her guard down, I never thought you would defeat Luntia and come all the way to me.”
No emotion could be read from her indifferent voice.
In Jin’s mind, fleeting scenes of memories involving Rosa flashed through his mind. Memories of a time in his past life when he recognized her as his ‘mother’ rather than an enemy.
The mother that was said to have starved herself for two days after he was exiled. Before he was exiled, she broke the clan rules and gave him some information that was only to be given to flag-bearers.
‘She definitely knew Joshua put a curse on me when I was still in the cradle, so why?’
Why did she despise herself so much?
Was it her last conscience as a mother? Rosa Runcandel wasn’t a weak human being who would be swayed by something like conscience.
He couldn’t figure it out.
He didn’t want to know, and he would never understand.
All that was important was breaking that chair.
The symbol of Rosa’s Runcandel, dealing a serious blow to the authority of the second in command.
Sigmund’s lightning energy grew darker.
[I didn’t expect you to be so calm even as I did all this.]
“Keep talking.”
[Though Father would’ve done the same thing.]
Rosa smiled.
“I acknowledge that you’ve achieved dazzling growth.”
[Perhaps I can give you an opportunity.]
“An opportunity, you say…?”
[Everyone in the clan saw my strength. That means they saw the possibility of reinstatement.]
There was a sharp, dreary sound as Rosa’s sword came out of its sheath.
[Do you truly believe that in this situation, the 2nd flag-bearer may become the patriarch?]
“So, you want me to give my strength to you instead of the 2nd flag-bearer?”
[No. I don’t need your strength to ascend to the throne.]
Jin continued.
[At the right time, disappear. Once I become the patriarch, there will be no place for you in the Garden of Swords.]
Rosa didn’t become angry even after such a strong provocation.
Rather, she seemed to be secretly smiling with satisfaction.
A look in her eyes seemed to say…
‘Right, you know what Runcandel is.’
While that meant she acknowledged Jin…
It also implied that Jin was yet to become a match for her.
‘I will shatter that arrogant thought.’
The smell of blood came from his mouth, tightly clenched shut. Since he used the Reigning Illustrious Bladeworks after using Hell Fire, there was a danger of overload.
Rosa knew that fact and that’s why she was so relaxed.
She also considered this incident, simply having reached this far, to be a victory for Jin.
As he said, he had shown off his power in front of the entire clan, so now there was a massive and clear variable in the succession of the clan.
Perhaps the clan would fall into uncontrollable chaos. Rosa had already foreseen that this day would come, from the moment Jin returned. From the moment Cyron forgave him.
‘You could’ve stopped now that you’ve achieved something. You have such great greed.’
Rosa opened her mouth and raised her sword.
“Come, Son.”
Her sword, ‘Frenzy’, was bathed in dazzling light. A single sword shining like a lighthouse in the midst of a storm of dark-blue lightning energy.
The sight continued on of rocks, shattered by Rosa’s energy, rising into the air like bubbles before breaking apart.
At last, Jin slowly began to walk.
And the moment he took his first step, those gathered once again felt an ominous sense of discomfort weighing on their shoulders.
It was because an earthquake suddenly occurred.
Following Jin’s footsteps, the entire Garden of Swords began to shake little by little.
Shudder, shudder, shudder.
Amidst the intense noise from the lightning energy, a new, heavy ringing sounded out.
That earthquake signified the transition of the Reigning Illustrious Bladeworks.
It was the march of the Illustrious Legend Tribe that only those who had inherited Sigmund could perform.
Illustrious Bladeworks, Divine Onslaught, 10th Form, 2nd Blade.
Reigning Illustrious Bladeworks — War.
Open — The roar that announced that one had ascended to the pinnacle among the Kings of Light.
It was simply a means for the Battle Goddess to raise her energy before the fight began.
Only after the Battle Goddess’s 2nd Blade, War, does the Battle Goddess’s sword truly show its solemn will to annihilate the enemy.
Rosa’s eyes widened.
Again, and even more so.
Even she couldn’t help but be shocked as she saw Jin’s lightning energy growing massive.
‘He still had this much strength left…!’
Impossible.
That was the first word that came to Rosa’s mind.
In decades of living as a warrior, she’d never seen anything like what she was witnessing now. To think he’d unleash an overwhelming force greater than anything he’d shown up to that point, with a body that looked as if it would fall into mana overload at any moment!
But Jin, her youngest son, was human.
As a human being, one cannot go against the order of the world without paying a price. Rosa immediately recognized what Jin had put on the line.
His life.
What Jin pledged to unleash this power was his own life.
‘Are you saying that you’ll bet your life to destroy this one symbol, this seat of mine? After gaining so much?’
He didn’t particularly need to break Rosa’s seat of honor.
What Jin gained today couldn’t be described with words. Even if he collapsed right away, when he woke up, the first thing he would see would be countless swordsmen pledging their loyalty.
‘But even so, he chose to risk his life. What could that possibly mean…?’
Rosa was gritting her teeth as she thought about it.
Just a moment ago, that laughable feeling she had. When she decided with a smile that Jin knew what a Runcandel was.
She realized that her judgment was arrogant and wrong.
‘This is what a Runcandel is, Mother.’
Like someone eternally thirsty for war, not backing down when it’s time to fight. Making enemies who are clearly stronger than you hesitate in fear from your fighting spirit.
When the opponent thinks the fight is over, making the impossible possible in order to deny it.
That was what Jin, what the Runcandel of old, thought being a Runcandel meant.
Suddenly, black clouds covered the sky as if a flock of tens of millions of birds had flown in.
Underneath that ominous cloud, only the Illustrious legend Tribe and those who reign over them could remain whole.
Rumble…!
A truly absurd thunder was unleashed.
Thousands of thunderbolts struck the ground without warning. A tsunami of lightning energy was engulfing the Garden of Swords.
In various places, flag-bearers and elders released their Decisive Killing Moves. With all their might, with an urgent look on their faces, as if they might die at any moment. They utilized their techniques to protect the knights by any means in the face of this calamity.
But even the dozens of Decisive Killing Moves used at the same time looked like the writhing of a tiny creature in the midst of the thunderbolts pouring down in the thousands and tens of thousands.
Could such a thing really be called a sword?
Should it not be called omnipotence?
The swordsmen who were blocking the thunderbolts felt like they were in a long and dark nightmare.
They couldn’t believe, even though they saw it with their own eyes, that this horrible dream had been started by the 12th flag-bearer.
Rosa, who had always been relaxed, was now swinging her sword wildly.
With each stroke of her sword, a bolt of thunder was erased, but the clouds continued to belch out lightning with increasing ferocity.
Jin was walking slowly through the chaos. He was advancing toward Rosa with dignity, like a king walking through his own territory.
Sigmund emitted a strong resonating sound.
The blade was pointed at Rosa’s neck. The sight of his mother swinging Frenzy around as if she were mad was strangely bitter. The sight of her sitting nonchalantly was nowhere to be seen.
Now it was time to conclude his declaration.
Clunk!
As Jin lifted Sigmund, as if it were a lie…
The thunder stopped. The thunderbolts that had been booming, as if announcing the end of the world until just prior, suddenly vanished.
Like people waking up from a nightmare, the swordsmen who suddenly looked around in a daze were lost in their surroundings.
But it wasn’t that the thunder had disappeared.
The thunder was simply rapidly converging toward Sigmund’s blade. The colossus of lightning energy was being brought in so casually by just one sword.
It was a sight everyone was seeing for the first time.
They knew what would happen next. That pale blade that had swallowed up all that devilish lightning would now fall on Rosa.
The distance between the two people facing each other was short.
Jin swung his sword down at her, simply and honestly.
Rosa couldn’t avoid this sword. As Runcandel’s second in command, confronting him head-on was the only option she had.
Psh…!
The moment Sigmund and Frenzy clashed, the blood vessels in Rosa’s eyes burst. In an instant, her bloodshot eyes began to narrow and dilate, causing convulsions.
Even though they were tears of blood, it was the first time seeing Rosa cry.
The seat of honor where she had been sitting, that stood tall and lonely, had collapsed into an ugly heap, as if it had been crushed by a giant’s finger.
[I am the 12th flag-bearer, Jin Runcandel.]
Just before losing consciousness, Jin was barely able to finish his last words.
[I will become… the patriarch.]
As Jin collapsed, Rosa vomited out a handful of blood.
The swordsmen couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of dissonance as they looked at her pale face and the unconscious Jin, as if reality was collapsing before their very eyes.
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Translator – Junseo
Proofreader – Valirius
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