Novel & Cerita Swordmaster Youngest Son

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

It gets to me because this isn't something I want. Suddenly, I see myself and my son. A grown-up boy. I have greying hairs now, and he's the one who wields the sword for me. The one who currently has the title of Alpha. He sees the bloodshed like I do, but he doesn't raise down his sword as a mark of surrender. Somehow, he's still fighting for whatever cause I'm yet to understand.

"You said I got two things wrong, right? What's the second one?" "Oh, right. The second one: my father has been living in this village for twenty years. He hasn't been part of the Felwyrs for the past.. thirty years or so. And the sword disappeared fifteen years ago, right? So, yes the Felwyrs are supposed to be the guardians of the sword, but he has nothing to do with its disappearance."

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Searching. "Have we met?" His voice dropped low. Not a polite question. A demand. "No," I said. "I don't think so." "There's a scent on you." He stood slowly, and the full height of him blocked the window light. "A child's scent. Faint. But it's there." My pulse kicked hard. I didn't have a smell any more, but my son did. "My son. He's four. I held him before I came here."

"Humph! You must have the guts to do that!" On one side, Nobuo Matsushima suddenly snorted and continued with a pout, "You should know that Tamao Takeda is the eldest son of the Waveman Group. If you dare to kill him, you will inevitably suffer the most violent revenge from the Waveman Group!" It was okay for Nobuo Matsushima not to say this, but it was basically a death sentence for Tamao Takeda. Zhou Tian would never accept this. Threatening Zhou Tian was the most foolish act.

He chuckled and called out, "Nice try, but you missed. Night Owl, your moves are getting sharper by the minute!" Perched high in the tree, his black garb melding with the shadows, he was a ghost among the leaves. Only his eyes, sharp and bright, gave away his presence in the dark. This was no ordinary man; he was Akutagawa Miura, the Night Owl, a seasoned ninja of the Auton family. Years ago, he had been Elio's mentor, teaching him the art of the sword. Now, as he reappeared, he bowed deeply, his voice tinged with pride. "Master Rinz, you have grown even stronger in your craft!"

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.