Alexander Shard Pov
As the sword arced towards me, I noticed that it had a faint glow of mana surrounding it. Augmenting his sword to attack an nine-year-old... this guy is a sad excuse of a human. The hood covering the guard's face was blown back as he charged towards me, revealing a rugged veteran's furious expression.
Faces of horror could be seen clearly from those around us. The Twin Horns desperately tried to make their way towards the guard intending to kill him when they saw him attack me, to stop the pour bastard from dying I have to finish him off first.
My eyes stayed focused on the guard that was about to swing down, but I was quite relaxed. the training the royal guards received was mediocre even I had better form after training with Art after a week, his attack was rushed and full of openings. I didn't even deem it worthy to use mana. I took a step forward with my right foot as his sword swung down towards me, then reached up and grabbed the space on the grip of his sword between the cross-guard and his hand.
I proceeded to pivot on my right foot, using the momentum of his swing, while my body was parallel to the guard's. He had put his whole weight and speed into the swing and I intend to make use of it, I redirected his momentum and weight moving with a fluidity and speed that made me seem like a dancer, I grabbed his wrist and spun swinging him like a rag doll and threw him back in the direction he came from.
His body flew through the air like a arrow, the instant he cam in contact with the wall I could see the wall crack and his armor creak and fall apart at the joints as he fell to the ground like a bag of hammers.
My attention immediately focused to Arthur who just knocked a guard the fuck out, then, to Sebastian. As I expected, the poor guy was silently muttering a spell at Arthur.
SEBASTIAN'S POV:
'Those impudent brats! Need to learn their place! When the King asks for something, it isn't a request; it's an order! How dare he not only refuse, but also reprimand our noble King! Brats Don't deserve equals contracts! I personally come from a family of pure conjurers; elite mages capable of bending nature to their will. I don't have a contract with a beast at all! Yet, those brats have beasts that were capable enough to form an equals contract at such a young age! That means that the beast's level is least A class!' I couldn't help but grind my teeth in frustration.
'I'm the one that deserves the magnificent steed that that beast will grow to become! And yet, he refused me? He refused the King?'
"Insolent peasant! You dare insult the King and his family?" Harry let out a roar as he charged towards the brat, his sword brandished high up in the air.
'Yes! Kill that brat! I guess augmenters do have their uses at times. Hahaha! After that brat's dead, that black mana beast will rightfully be mine!'
Yet, before I could even start cheering for him, he'd been knocked out.
*CRUNCH*
I looked over and saw David crumpled down on the ground against the wall.
'What the hell? How did those useless, half-witted fools manage to knocked out that fast? Ugh... I guess I'll have to handle the brats by myself.' As I began taking out my staff, I noticed the owner of the black mana beast walking towards me.
I had to hold back a laugh. 'He's actually come towards me? Is he asking to die?' Well, I didn't really care at this point. That non-mage 'Vincent' was a close friend of the King, but I'll probably just get off with a light punishment for killing an insignificant brat.
Whatever bothersome punishment he served me would be well worth it after getting my hands on the brat's mana beast.
As I began silently chanting a spell, I couldn't help but grow irritated as he continued to approach me. Was he such a fool that he couldn't tell that he was about to die?
However, a twinge of unease began forming at the pit of my stomach. This boy, no background or power to save him, had such confidence. Why did I feel like this brat, who's only half my height, was somehow looking down at me; as if he was the one that was superior.
However, much stronger than my unease was harsh contempt for having something that I had been searching so hard for. 'You're just trying to make me want to kill you more, aren't you, brat?'
He arrived in front of me just as I was about to finish my Fire Spark spell.
All of a sudden, a piercing crunch sounded from beneath me before I dropped to my knees.
"..."
'That's weird. Why did I suddenly lose balance?'
I glanced down, only to see someone's knee bent inwards, along with the bones, tendons still attached, sticking out of the skin.
'T-t-that's my leg!'
"GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
"M-MY LEG! MY LEG!! AHHHHHHHH!"
IT HURTS! IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS! I've never felt such excruciating pain in my life! Why should a noble conjurer like myself need to feel pain?
'W-Why is no-one helping me?' As I frantically looked around, it was apparent that everyone was somehow frozen. They weren't just surprised, but actually frozen in place.
It was then that I noticed that the colors of my surrounding had been flipped, or reversed. 'Have my eyes been clouded from the pain?'
"This space won't last long, so I'll make it quick. I'll tell you right now that it would be best for both of us if you stopped your hopeless pursuit of ours bonds. I don't wish to make an enemy of this Kingdom's leader, thus I'm giving you one last chance."
The boy was speaking in a manner that made me completely forget his age. The tone of his words, coupled with the way he articulated them, carried both power and dignity, caused a terrifying sensation that I had felt before.
'It was him back in the room!' As I thought this, the pressure bore down on me, forcing me to fearfully comply.
He turned his back to me as he walked away, taking a few steps forward, before suddenly glancing back at me.
He looked at me with an emotionless face, his eyes seeming to pierce straight into my brain like a hot needle, actually making me wince in pain.
'No... No, no, no... I can't breathe! I-I'm scared!' The torturous pain had been somewhat numbed. Instead, I could feel a warm sensation between my legs as my body accepted its fate of death.
His eyes continued to bore down at me in blatant disgust as I tried to stop my body from shivering.
He looked at me as if I was simply an insect, and slowly mouthed,
"Know. Your. Place."
KING GLAYDER'S POV:
While the implication of his message towards the King of a country was provoking, this eight-year-old's reasoning and argument fascinated me while the devotion of the nine year old to his bond amazed me.
Even though Sebastian was a loyal guard that had served us for decades, it was beneath me to make these kids give up his pet. And yet, I still promised him beforehand that I would. Who would I be if I were to go back on my word?
Then, everything went south. 'Do the Royal Knight Guards only amount to this much...? To rush in simply because of a Childs provocation?'
I didn't bring my personal Templar Knights, thinking that there wouldn't be any trouble, but I couldn't have guessed that these fresh trainees would cause this much trouble...
Although it surprised me, I quickly composed myself. What's done is done. If a royal guard was to kill them, the public might pity him and his family for a couple of days, but ultimately the fault would lie in the child's parents for getting in my way.
It was a pity that this kid's family was friends with Vincent. Cutting ties with the auction house owner may turn out to be... a bit inconvenient, in the future.
Yet, outside of all expectations, the eight-year-old displayed a series of movements that couldn't be more impeccably executed even if a Templar Knight had done it. So deftly did the boy knock out my Royal Guardsman. And the nine year old's movements were fluid yet devastating like a raging river with how he threw my guard in full plate armor as if no more than a pebble
'Harry, David, you fools. How inexperienced do you have to be that you even forgot to reinforce your body's?! The only thing you're doing is give a bad name to the Royal Knights of Sapin!'
"KYYAAAAAAAAAA!" I instantly turned my head in the direction of the shrill scream.
My wife was staring wide-eyed at something behind me, causing me to turn around to get a better look.
'How is Sebastian, who was fine just a second ago, now on the ground clutching his left leg like that? His leg has several shards of bone sticking out, yet he's just glaring daggers at the boy?'
The conjurer fumbled for his staff on the ground and as soon as he grabbed it, pointed it at the boy while starting to mumble a spell.
"Enough, Sebastian!" I roared at him. Did this ignorant fool not know that all of this stemmed from his greed for a child's bond?
I grabbed his staff and snapped it in half. Sebastian just looked at me in shock—as if I'd betrayed him.
This pathetic ingrate...
"Stand down! This matter is over," I growled menacingly at him as we locked eyes.
'He is in the presence of a King! No matter how much he has gotten used to it, it's best that I remind him that I can end his life on a whim.'
As soon as I finished this thought, the boy fainted. His family and, what I can only assume were his friends, immediately rushed towards him. I sighed. 'Settling this incident will be rather tiring.'
I could see that the boy's family and friends were struggling not to lash out at me.
'How wise of them to know their place in front of their King.'
"king Glayder." I heard a voice as dignified as my own behind me, I turned to see the other kid, His soul piercing blood red eyes bore down on me with his long shoulder length hair tied up formally. The presence he gave off felt like he was stealing from my own and making himself even greater by the second.
"Yes Child?" I managed to stammer out my voice's normal dignity stifled by his presence.
"Your guards have just tried to kill me and my cousin over our refusal to give our bonds, The absurdity of this situation cannot be overlooked." His voice was like Ice chilling me to my core with every one of his words I could feel my dignity as a king become his.
"I'll see to it you are given a great reward for your troubles, I Humbly apologize on behalf of my soldier's foolishness." I pleaded with him, screw my dignity as a king the pressure on me makes me feel like I'm before my father.
"That is acceptable , However if I deem the gift unworthy you may find that your children may be forbidden from Xyrus academy, Do I make myself clear?"
"With all due respect I highly doubt that you would be able to do that." I Questioned him, who besides my family could have the influence make Cynthia to do that.
"Vincent you have a communication scroll correct?"
Without a word Vincent handed him a Two way communication scroll.
"Cynthia Goodsky" he said activating the scroll
"VIncent I dont like calls out of the blu-"
"Oh Alexander To what do I owe the Pleasure." I heard her speak with more respect than when she spoke to us.
"Blain Glayder's guards have just attempted to kill me and Arthur over a minor issue, and he refuses to compensate me fairly when all I asked for was large dimension rings for me and Arthur and some gold."
"Wait what!? Face me to him." she said exasperated.
he turned the scroll so I could speak to her, "Blain give the boy as he asked now, Unless you have a Deathwish."
"What? surely he cant be that strong?" I Questioned her in disbelif.
"He nearly killed me without his full effort Blaine, Also I have a feeling her called to ask me to ban your kids from my Xyrus, Am I correct Alexander?"
"Sharp as ever Cynthia." he said in a casual tone to her."
Giving up I got my guard fetch My largest dimension rings and 50 thousand gold for them each.
He let me off the hook after I told him that They could fit About 3 carriages worth of supplies each, on top of the amount of gold I gave him, I have to watch out for those two and try to make them my next lances.
"I imagine that that your cousin needs to be treated feel free to leave I will have the gifts delivered later," I announced as I guided my wife and children outside, leaving the two pathetic clowns that I'd been foolish enough to once call Royal Knights to be picked up by his teammates.
ARTHUR LEYWIN'S POV:
'Gah! My head!'
I pried open my eyes, curious as to where I was, but everything was blurry. As my vision slowly cleared, I carefully turned my head to the right and to the left.
It was my room.
"Kyu!" Sylvie woke up almost immediately and began licking my face. 'You're awake! You're awake!' she chirped, her tail wagging fiercely.
"Wra!" I looked over to see Zeph chirping next to Sylv."
"Mmm...? Oh, you're finally awake!" My mom had her head in her arms as she leaned on my bed.
"The doctor said that you probably fell unconscious from shock, and that you'd wake up soon. However, I didn't think 'soon' would be eight hours." She ran her fingers gently through my hair, giving me a soft smile.
It was evident from her red eyes that she'd been crying for a while. A bitter taste filled my mouth in regret from making her worry again
"What happened after I passed out?" I willed myself to sit up, placing the excited Sylvie on my lap.
"We all left shortly after you fell unconscious and Al negotiated with the king for a reward fitting the trouble. Your father is downstairs with Al and the King's representative. They're in the living room discussing what happened." Her eyes quivered in worry.
I simply nodded in response and got out of bed. My body still felt heavy from using the first phase of Sylvia's Draconic Will, so I limped slowly downstairs with Mother after she checked in on Ellie, who was asleep in her room.
As we made our way downstairs, I could hear my father and Al, along with an elderly man's hoarse voice.
Upon seeing me, the representative suddenly stood up, giving me a slight bow, a bit of a relieved look on his weathered face. My father's back was facing me, so he only turned to look when he saw the old man start to get up.
"My son! You're awake!" He hurled himself over the couch and wrapped me in a bear hug, his hand cupping the back of my head.
"Yeah Dad, I'm fine. What're you guys talking about?"
"This representative came by with a lot of gold coins for you two and dimension rings as well a 'token of apology' from the King That Al somehow negotiated his way to my father answered with shock from the gifts.
"The Royal King has also ordered me to inform the Leywin family And the Twin horns that both guards that attacked Arthur Leywin and Alexander Shard have been stripped of nobility," the representative added, his voice cracking.
The representative just looked at us matter-of-factly—as if it was a given that whatever the King had done was the right thing.
Letting out a sigh, I took a seat. 'I'm too tired for this crap.'
Casting aside the issue, I asked about Sebastian, in case he'd said anything. "What happened to that Conjurer? The one who had his knee broken?"
The representative just shook his head a little. "We don't know. Our experts hypothesized that it was due to the mana that the Knight attacked you with ricocheting and hitting his knee."
I just shrugged at this. Looks like the matter was settled more easily than I had expected.
With that he representative gave us The dimension rings, one he gave me was a highly decorated silver band with a green gem nestled in-between the beak of a phoenix. Al's was much the same but the gem was in the mouth of a Dragon. He went to explain that within the gem was 50 Thousand worth in gold pieces but one thousand of the gold worth was split between copper and silver. And the rings could hold 3 carriages worth of supplies. After that the elderly representative left.
"Good job knocking out that Augmenter. That's my son!" He put his fist out in front of him, which I promptly pounded with my own fist, smiling. "you too Alexander, You threw him like a sack of potato's." He put out his hand and bumped fists as well.
"Where are the Twin Horns anyway? I thought they'd be here."
My mother answered me while chuckling, "We had to keep them away from this, otherwise they might've really turned into wanted criminals, In fact Adam nearly squired the guy that attacked Al."
Al and Me laughed at this, but I could tell that it was something they were genuinely worried about by the helpless look on my father's face.
According to my mother, the Twin Horns were waiting at a nearby Inn. My father told me that we'd head out there tomorrow for breakfast, and would discuss me being an adventurer with them. I nodded at this and went back into my room. My birthday was in less than two weeks. I'd finally be able to make my first mark here in this world.
The Next Day
"So... who's it going to be?" My father took a sip of his coffee, setting it down on the round wooden table we were all seated around.
We had been currently just finished eating breakfast with the Twin Horns party., who The group had chosen a rather modest inn full of lively chatter. As they conversed while eating breakfast, while my Mother was currently busy wiping off the remains of food chunks bits of food that had managed to escape my sister's mouth off of her.
"Kuu!" Sylvie hopped up onto the table, with her head held high. Even without her mentally transmitting, everyone was able to make out that, 'I'm enough to protect Papa!', everyone was able to tell that that's what she was thinking.
"Sylviee! Come here~!" My sister waggled a piece of meat in front of Sylvie, tempting my legendary dragon bond, who instantly began to drooling like a starving puppy, right before she leapt into my sister's arms.
When I saw this, I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Sylvie wagging her tail at a bandit smart enough to simply lure her away with a piece of meat.
Apparently my father's ex-party members had just finished a dungeon exploration with several other parties, so they had some free time before their next mission or quest. Thus, it wasn't really a matter of if they had the time, but rather if any of them wanted to.
Adam, who was spoke up first while polishing the tip of his spear, was the first to speak up., "Babysitting doesn't really fit my style, so I'll pass on this. Besides, I feel like, with my personality, Arthur might kill me in my sleep one day."
"What about me Adam" Al asked him.
"Durden would do it before you had the chance lets be honest."
"touché" Al said right as Zeph stole his bacon and ran off prompting Al to chase him down the hallway.
"I was hoping that Durden or Helen would accompany Arthur and Al. Honestly, although I can't offer much, but Alice and I are more than willing to compensate you guys in whatever way we can if you do this."
"Don't talk like that, Rey, we're all family here. I, for one. would love to accompany him and watch him grow, anyhow," the gentle giant responded, his narrow eyes becoming even smaller as he smiled.
"Durden is right. You, of all people, should know that we aren't doing this for the money. Besides, we managed to get quite a bit of treasures off from of our last dungeon raid." Helen said, shaking her head.
Suddenly, a silent hand shot up, making everyone at the table turn to look.
"I would like to volunteer."
"J-Jasmine? You, you want to go with Them?" Angela sputtered, looking at her brusque companion in shock.
Angela had made it clear about how eager she was to accompany Us, but I felt like Angela would be a greater source of danger than any of the possible threats of an adventurer. I tried to lightly hint that she might not be the most suitable but even I was surprised that Jasmine would take the initiative to accompany me.
"Hmm... Logically speaking, Jasmine is the most suitable person to protect Them. Durden only specializes in offensive area of effect spells, Al is the same. Although I do want to go with Arthur too, but I feel that maybe I'm probably not the most suitable person since protecting someone isn't really my strong suit." Helen just scratches her head.
"Jasmine, are you really okay with going along with Arthur?" my mother asked, concerned.
Giving my mother a determined look, she looked at my mother with a determined gaze as she nodded firmly in response.
"Pfft! The lady says she wants to go, let her go. She's the only Augmenter among us that has an elemental affinity! She just reached the dark yellow stage last year, and coupled with her wind attribute, I think she'd be the best suited." Adam said after a let out a chuckle as he leaned back on his chair.
"Hmm... For their safety, I guess I'll just have to step down from this. It's a pity though." Durden just scratched his head, clearly disappointed.
"Sorry, Durden, I know how much you care about Them." My father put an arm on the large mage's shoulder.
"Maybe I'll join the Twin Horns on a dungeon raid in the future!" I exclaimed. Durden just smiled at this, giving me a nod as he tousled my hair.
At that moment Al walked back into the room covered in scratches and out of breath then fell like a 2x4 stood on end straight onto the floor, Everyone in the room was clutching their sides in pain from laughter. as we finished up our conversation.
It was decided that, in a week's time, we would go with Jasmine to the Adventurer's Guild and register ourselves. Me and Al would automatically start off as ant the E class adventurer after passing a simple test and could, depending on how well I do on any missions or on quests I take, raise my class accordingly.
Getting back home, I spotted Lilia downstairs —meditating— right as when a maid was gently placed a cup of water by her side.
"Uu... Lily no fair! Training without me!" My sister rushed past my side and plopped down into a comfortable sitting position to start her mana manipulation training as well.
As far as I could tell, it would take the both of them a few more years to actually form a mana core, but at the pace that Lilia was going, it was easy to imagine that she' would awaken around the average time most children did.
On the other hand, Ellie didn't have the patience for training, and grew bored after an hour or two, so it would take her a lot longer. That's fine though, I wouldn't want her to become a mage too early.
Putting away my jacket, I turned back to face my father, who was still making his way up the stairs. "Dad, can we go to the Auction House again? I'd like to pick out a sword? We never had the chance to after the incident, and I've wanted to start practicing."
"Yeah, I have a few things I need to tell my team there anyway. We'll ask the carriage driver to stay for a little bit, so go wash up And grab Al he wanted a sword as well."
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Alexander Shard pov
Both Lilia's father and mother were already waiting for us at their auction house, Arthur was faced with another long string of questions from the two of them about his health. After much coaxing and reassuring them that he was fine, we finally went inside. I could tell that Vincent had been less than thrilled by the treatment the King had shown regarding this incident, but at this point, just like how the King felt towards me, I only felt apathy towards the man.
The King's representative had told us that night that Sebastian had been striped of his title but I knew that Olfred should kill him during the war shortly before he betrays Arthur.
Rey went off with Vincent to meet the guards, while Tabitha took our carriage back to take care of Lilia, leaving only us to look for a sword, Arthur should get dawns ballad hopefully considering the butterfly effect and all, but I am concerned if I'm able to find a decent weapon or if id have to stick to using my ice swords.
we looked around the cluttered storage hall, littered with vaguely sorted crates and shelves of miscellaneous goods. Vincent had told me that the Helstea Auction House stored a lot of goods, most from different merchants and adventurers, and others from remote places, including the Dwarf Kingdom.
There had been almost no business transactions done with elves ever since the war over a neutral territory had reached a stalemate. Over the years, relations between the two races were said to have gotten better, but there were no elven weapons here this was a pity since elf weapons, which were comparatively lighter and thinner, would've been perfect for our current physique.
Dwarfs were good for making weapons and armor, while elves were good for robes and staffs which was a shame since there's none here and I'm a conjurer.
Most of the enchanted weapons were bid during the event yesterday, so the only things left were regular weapons that would eventually be sold in stalls, which was fine; I wasn't looking for anything special, just dependable.
sorting through through the endless rows of shelves and racks, I picked out a few to test. It didn't take long before I stuffed it back on the shelf it came from, These were basically all trash, Hell even the shitty wooden swords me and art broke when we became mages were better. The balance between the blade and the grip had all been off and were shaped sloppily with no mind for executing all but simple swings or thrusts.
Christ I'm starting to think like Arthur.
I'm not overly nitpicky, but after hours of scouring through the room, it was clear that my taste in swords had been bit particular.
Sylvie and Zephyr, growing bored of our repeated actions of removing a sword, swinging it a few times, and unhappily putting it back in place, hopped off my head and began having her own little adventure.
I treaded deeper into the large storage hall, passing the shelves and racks of the more appealing blades on display and arriving at a section where sheathed swords were simply crammed in barrels.
One thing I noticed about the swords in this world was that they fell into a couple of categories:
There were the large swords, either the wide heavy swords, or the long claymores. Although they were awkward and rather crude they did have a purpose of doing a lot of damage, I Grabbed a few and swung them around I could barely lift them up let alone swing them without mana but it should be fine if I used mana.
maybe Id take a few for single use high damage attacks that broke the sword upon impact or something like that.
The more balanced swords, were the broadswords. These were generally wielded with one hand, coupled with a shield in the other, but there are two-handed varieties. I didn't prefer them but could work with them if needed.
The last category of swords were the lighter and thinner blades. Weapons like sabers, curved single-edged swords—which my world called katanas— and rapiers as well as daggers all fell into this category. Sabers, katanas, and rapiers were focused on speed and precision while daggers were often used as a concealed weapon or dual-wielded for more versatile and acrobatic styles of fighting.
I want a one of these because with my learning speed and knowledge of burst step and that I could hopefully make a fighting style that can blitz anyone or counter impossibly fast.
The weapons were trash but ill take what I can.
Navigating through the aisles, I couldn't help but laugh aloud as I came across something very similar to what my world called nunchucks. There was even a morning star that was so heavy that, even after augmenting myself with mana, I struggled to lift it off the ground.
"Whew! Looks like a dead end Sylv." Arthur called out and sat down on the ground, leaning against a gigantic shield as Sylvie continued to trot about.
Suddenly, Sylvie let out an eager chirp.
ah she found it
Arthur made his way towards his bond and I followed along, Sylv was digging through a pile of weapons. A cloud of dust soon encompassed us as Sylvie continued searching for something.
Making another excited squeak, she used her front paw to point at an unremarkable black rod as Art would see it but I knew its was dawns ballad.
"This wasn't what I was looking for Sylv," he sighed, but Sylv hopped to him, nudging him toward the black stick.
Relenting, he walked over and picked it up, Holding it up, he took a closer look, inspecting the rod more carefully.
Finding nothing remarkable about it, he tried swinging it.
I could see the excitement well in his eyes.
"This was a sword!" he called out.
he immediately tried to pry the sword out of its scabbard, but it wouldn't budge.
I Started laughing my ass off watching him use every element and augmenting himself.
"What? do you know how to pull it out Al?" he asked in a mocking tone.
after supressing my laughter I composed myself. "use your beast will Art, trust me."
He activated his Dragon Will, a light tug was all it took for the sword to glide out of its sheath. The sword slid soundlessly from its sheath to reveal the translucent teal hue of the blade.
Titling her tiny head, Sylvie let out a happy chirp in response.
"Wra~!" I heard zeph chirp from father back in the room.
"Well Arthur have fun with that I think Zeph just found my weapon."
I Ran back to the area to where zephyr Is, he was pushing me towards 2 weapons, The first was a was a sword sealed in a black mental sheath, when I picked it up and held it by the hilt It just felt right, it had a feeling that just drew me in. when I tried to draw it, it simply didn't budge so I thought it was similar to dawns ballad and activated my beast will and infused my will into it. the sheath clicked a latch off the base of the blade and then it slid out silently, As it left the sheath the blade hummed a smooth tone. the blade was silver with a slight blue sheen like Bahamut's scales, the spine of the blade was pure black.
the construction of sword just gave me the thought of it not belonging in this world, but to a scifi game. But as I thought that, the sword pricked my hand and drew in some of my mana. I resisted the urge to drop it, and while in my hand I felt it shrink to match my Hight, I swung the sword a few times feeling that the balance was perfect. I made a small target out of ice and swung the sword at it and I had thought I missed but then I noticed the block had been split clean in two, Sheathing it i realized why the sheath was made of metal and had a lock on it on top of it not being able to be drawn by anyone else.
"Now what should I name this sword?" I pondered before feeling a word pop into my mind, not from thin air but from my will instead, the name of this sword was the "Tempestarii" I spoke its name aloud and then its name was engraved on the flat of the blade. I stored it in my dimension ring and went to the other sword.
The other sword was a great sword that was great sword that was five and a half feet long the same as my height, the cross guard and pommel were made of a grey metal that felt the same as the Tempestarii but more hefty. the scabbard was made of a black wood and the same grey metal, but had a black cloth chained to it, the cloth felt like a fine black silk.
I grabbed the handle which was wrapped in soft yet firm grey hide from some kind of mana beast, I tried to draw the sword but the same as before it required my will and pricked my hand again it shrunk a bit but was only a half a foot shorter.
drawing the blade showed me a Pearl white blade free of imperfections. I noticed a Small gem in the mid section of the handle when I imbued the blade with mana the gem absorbed the mana and enhanced it before sending it to the blade. when I swung it it launched out the mana in the sword in a wave slashing a empty barrel in half 10 meters away from me and I barley put mana into it.
"Balmung!" I heard Zeph in my head.
"Is that the name of this sword?" I asked Zeph mentaly.
"Yes its fathers sword!"
"father? you mean Bahamut?"
"yes, papa calls father Bahamut." Zeph explained in his childish voice mentaly.
I stored Balmung In my dimension ring and got ready to leave.
A/N (yes i took the sword from fate apocrypha its my fic i can do what i damm please)
Arthur Leywin pov
I realized how much time had passed as my father's faint voice snapped me out of infatuated trance. Quickly sheathing my new sword, I made my way back to where my father was, Sylvie hitching a ride on top of my head. On the way back, I made sure to pick up the short sword I chose for back up.
"Well? Did you see anything you liked?" Vincent, who had been talking with my father, asked.
I nodded, holding up the short sword to him, "I found this sword and, after a few swings, I've grown to like it. Is it okay for me to take this one?"
Vincent took the weapon from my hand, drawing the sword from its scabbard. "Hmmm, not the best quality sword but it is solid and won't break easily. Rey, what do you think?"
My father accepted the sword, studying its blade, grip and guard before taking a several swings and thrusts. "The balance isn't the best but I think it'll be good as a first sword. What's that stick you're holding onto, though?"
Trying not to make a big deal out of it, I gave casual shrug. "I tripped over this really sturdy stick on my way back here. Do you mind if I take this back home to practice with, Uncle Vincent?"
"Ah that old thing! I remember one of my merchants telling me how some senile old man just handed it to him, mumbling something about finding a worthy master. We had a few of our inspectors check if there was anything special about it, but for all they were able to find out, it was just a sturdy, hard cane. It's been gathering dust here so if you think it'll do you some good, go ahead and take it," Vincent answered, lightly squeezing my shoulder.
Success.
"Al find anything you like?" My father asked, I turned to see Al with a satisfied look on his face with zeph on his shoulder sleeping.
"yea I found two swords I liked." he said happily as metalic katana and a great sword poped out of his dimension ring.
"Ah those ones! they had been sitting here in storage for a while as nobody could get the sword out of the scabbards, were you able to pull them out Al?"
in response Al drew them, one in each hand although he had to augment himself to wield the great sword in one hand, the great swords blade was mirror polished blade without imperfections it was a prefect sword decorated and regal yet simplistic and functional.
the second blade was a katana that looked futuristic but was built extremely sturdy, the blade was of the same quality and sheen.
"so can I keep them?"
"well nobody else could use it so its your now." Vincent relented.
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Alexander Shard Pov
my body felt heavy and drained as I walked down into the living room where I saw arthur getting his birthday gifts, I walked up apparently at the end of it.
"Sorry about sleeping in, but I have a gift as well." I called out.
"morning sleepy head" Art called out slapping my back.
I handed him a single blue orb, A compressed spell ready to be cast.
"whats this?" Arthur asked trying to figure out what it was.
"that is my strongest ice spell, Niflheim."
"Throw it at what ever mana beast you intend to kill, preferably a horde of them or one massive one and when It breaks it will cast the spell centered around the orb turing everything in its radius into a glorified ice statue."
"now that iv made my piece im going back to bed, making that thing drained me."
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