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Chapter 659
Raon left the sulking Wrath alone and carefully examined the messages that appeared before him.
[You have created the advanced martial art, <Light Wind Style>.]
[You have received the recognition of <Wrath>.]
[The title <The Youngest Grandmaster> and the recognition of <Wrath> have evolved the advanced martial art into the supreme martial art.]
[You have acquired Garunua.]
[All stats increased by 25 points.]
The flow of Light Wind Style, etched into his mana circuits, began to change subtly.
The wind that arose on its own gently wrapped around his entire body as if it had life, then violently swept through the entire training room.
Although it wasn't clear exactly what had changed, Raon could feel that a significant component of the Light Wind Style had ascended to a higher level.
Following this was the effect of the stats increased. His muscles and bones felt sturdier, and his skin seemed to swell, making his senses sharper.
Seeing the rewards pouring in as soon as he named it Light Wind Style, he felt he had chosen a good name.
Raon narrowed his eyes as he inspected the part where it said that Light Wind Style had become the supreme martial art.
"Wrath."
Why are you calling me, you heaven-dwelling brat?
‘Hmm….’
Raon couldn't be sure how Wrath felt, but from his perspective, it sounded like a compliment. He awkwardly smiled and pointed to the message.
‘What does it mean that the advanced martial art became the supreme martial art?’
Hmph. The Light Wind Style you created was from the beginning on the border between advanced and supreme. That's why I said it was decent. However, due to your incompetence, the last piece was a bit twisted.
Wrath shook his head, slightly bending his round fingers.
Thanks to my great praise, that twisted piece adjusted itself to its rightful form.
He lifted his chin, expecting gratitude.
‘The last piece….’
Raon activated the Light Wind Style. No, as soon as he thought of it, the wind rose on its own and wrapped around the back of his hand.
‘This is….’
He swallowed dryly as he saw the wind rising like a shield protecting the back of his hand.
‘Automatic synchronization?’
When creating the Light Wind Style, the most important aspect was its compatibility with the Light Wind Swordsmen.
He wanted to create a supportive martial art that could aid them even if they learned other arts and continued to grow stronger.
It seemed that goal had been realized, with the wind resonating with the user's senses to make it easier for the user.
The current Light Wind Style, once activated, didn't need to be controlled separately, the wind followed the user's will.
And with the effect of Garunua, the wind would adapt to the most suitable form at any given moment.
A sharp wind for attacks, a sturdy wind for defense, and it all happens automatically. What a crappy martial art!
Wrath shouted, furrowing his brows as if displeased, it was no different from high praise.
‘Yes, it deserves to be called a supreme martial art.’
Raon had thought it would be challenging to create a perception martial art with just the Fangs of Insanity, but the system had compensated for his shortcomings. It was nothing short of a divine blessing.
‘Thank you.’
Raon smiled at the messages sent by the system.
Not to them! Thank me!
Just as Wrath was waving his hands and jumping up and down, the existing messages disappeared, replaced by new ones.
[The title <Youngest Grandmaster> has been upgraded to <Grandmaster>.]
[All stats increase by 5 points.]
[The rank of the trait <Focus> has increased.]
[The rank of the trait <Indomitable Will> has increased.]
Stop giving him so much! This punk’s going to burst!
Wrath screamed, protesting the system.
Raon smiled as he looked at the trait <Focus> among the messages.
‘No matter how I think about it, Focus seems like the best trait.’
The reason he often fell into a trance and entered the mental world was all thanks to the high rank of the <Focus> trait.
Initially, he thought it wasn't a big deal, but now it seemed as valuable as the Ring of Fire.
'I'm getting help in many ways.'
In truth, even without Wrath, he would have become strong with his memories from his previous life and the Ring of Fire.
However, it would have been impossible to reach Grandmaster Intermediate level as he had now, and he might have died during missions. Realizing this made him grateful to Wrath and the system.
‘Thank you.’
Raon sincerely patted Wrath’s round back.
Wh-what are you doing!
Wrath jumped back in shock. He turned his head sharply like a cat and licked his back.
Why are you acting like this all of a sudden!
‘No, I'm just thanking you.’
Cancel it! Cancel it right now! What kind of curse did you put on me!
‘It's not a curse, it's sincere….’
Shut up! There's no way someone like you would say thank you!
‘…….’
All Raon did was express his gratitude, but seeing this reaction left him speechless.
‘What do you even think of me?’
Raon chuckled at the growling Wrath.
An angelic being! A celestial being! A heaven being!
Was that supposed to be a compliment?
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After leaving the training room, Raon immediately assembled the entire Light Wind division.
Burren, Martha, and Runaan stood below the platform with the other swordsmen, while Mark Goetten stood on the platform with his back straight.
Rimmer, arriving late, lounged on his special seat on the right side of the platform, yawning widely.
Raon surveyed the faces of the swordsmen one by one before stepping onto the platform.
"You all know why I went into the training room."
The Light Wind division nodded as if they understood.
"It was to create a martial art for the Light Wind division. Fortunately, I achieved that goal."
Raon smiled lightly as he saw the eager eyes of the Light Wind swordsmen.
"You really are insane leader…."
Martha chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Who creates a martial art in just a week?"
"Indeed. I thought it would take at least a month."
Burren, though expressing disbelief, wore a heated smile. His eyes gleamed more brightly than those of the other swordsmen.
"Seems like my choice wasn't wrong."
"Choice?"
Runaan tilted her head in curiosity.
"It's nothing."
Burren waved his hand dismissively.
"What is the name of the new martial art?"
Krein raised his hand high and asked.
"Light Wind Style."
"Light again? The gods don't give everything, your sense for naming things is really lacking."
He chuckled, teasing Raon for only knowing how to name things after Light.
"…Is that so."
Raon twisted his lips into a smile and nodded.
"Well said, Krein."
"What?"
Krein widened his eyes in confusion.
"Since just the name Light Wind Style doesn't convey what kind of martial art it is, it would be best to show it directly."
Raon beckoned with his finger.
"Krein, step forward."
"Ugh…."
Krein's chin trembled as he looked around, but no one met his gaze.
"Turns out the elders were right. The less you talk, the better."
Dorian pulled out a mask from his belly pocket and covered his mouth.
"Ugh…."
Krein bit his lip and stepped onto the platform. His steps were weaker than those of a zombie.
"You don't need to worry so much."
Raon waved his hand lightly at Krein.
"I won't use fire or ice."
"R-really?"
"Yes."
"Um…."
Krein seemed to think that without fire and ice, he might have a chance, and he bit his lip as he drew his sword.
"I've improved quite a bit! Don't regret it later!"
He shouted and charged, slashing at Raon with a fierce swing.
Shiiing!
The sharp aura blade from Krein's blade aimed simultaneously at Raon's shoulders, waist, and thighs. His speed and brilliant movements indicated he had indeed grown.
Raon didn't block or use his aura against Krein's swift attack. He merely raised his left hand.
The moment he sensed the incoming threat, a wind rose from his hand.
With a blue light, the wind formed a shield that emitted a heavy breath.
Boom!
Krein's attack couldn't penetrate the wind shield and dissipated helplessly.
Raon then formed his left hand into a chopping motion. The wind that made up the shield gathered at the edge of his hand, forming a blunt club-like shape.
Bam!
Krein was struck in the abdomen and fell off the platform without any chance to defend.
“Ooowww!”
He clutched his stomach and screamed.
"Damn, that hurts! And what the hell was that wind just now?"
Krein flailed, caught between pain and curiosity. He seemed unsure of what had hit him.
“There was no aura, but why wind and light….”
“I did use aura.”
Raon shook his head at Krein.
“I had activated the Light Wind Style before you arrived.”
“B-but I didn’t feel anything.”
Burren swallowed dryly as he approached the platform. He seemed even more surprised because he was also a wind attribute user.
“The Light Wind Style is different from the martial arts we know.”
Raon stirred the wind with his finger.
"This is more of a reaction or super sensory perception than a martial art."
“A reaction? super sensory perception? Explain more… clearly!”
Martha tapped her chest impatiently.
“To put it simply, the Light Wind Style is a supportive martial art. It enhances your swordsmanship to make it stronger, faster, and tougher. But there's no need to be consciously aware of it or control it.
As soon as Raon finished speaking, the wind on his finger became a massive whirlwind that soared into the sky.
"Once you activate the Light Wind Style, you don't have to worry about anything else. The wind will naturally assist your movements."
"Is that even possible?"
Mark Goetten trembled, breathing heavily. Even for someone like him who had encountered numerous martial arts, it seemed unbelievable.
"It's hard to believe, but it's true. I used the hypersensitivity of the Fangs of Insanity. Of course, it was also thanks to luck."
"Hold on."
Rimmer stood up, narrowing his eyes.
"There are many martial arts where the wind assists the warrior. But even for an advanced martial art, I've never heard of one that activates automatically. This Light Wind Style, could it be...?"
"Yes, it's a supreme martial art."
Raon nodded calmly.
...
The entire fifth training ground fell into silence at the mention of supreme martial art.
"A-a supreme one?"
"...Our leader is truly insane, isn't he?"
Burren and Martha stood with their mouths agape in disbelief.
"A supreme..."
Even Runaan, typically expressionless, was visibly shocked.
"Huh!"
"Is that even possible?"
The swordsmen of the Light Wind division murmured in disbelief.
"Again, I was lucky. It won't happen again even if I try to create it again."
Raon waved his hand, insisting it was just luck.
'In reality, I didn't create it with my power alone.'
‘The Light Wind Style I created only reached the peak of advanced level, not the supreme level. It was thanks to Wrath that the Light Wind Style had become what it was now.'
'Thank you.'
He blinked at Wrath again.
You lucky bastard! Don't think you'll get any more blessings from me!
Wrath started chanting a strange spell, saying he would overcome the curse of the heaven.
Raon, finding it bothersome, let him be.
"Creating a supreme martial art isn't something that can be done with luck alone."
Rimmer chuckled, shaking his head.
"Every time I think I've seen your limit, you show me something new. Now I don't know where your limits are."
Knowing the value of a supreme martial art, he blinked with a look of amazement.
"I didn't do it alone."
Raon said calmly, closing his eyes and then reopening them.
"I was helped by the martial arts of the Saber Sword Sovereign and the martial arts books provided by the head of house. And..."
He smiled lightly, looking at Rimmer.
"The vice division leader played the most significant role."
"Hmm? Me?"
"Thanks to the vice divison leader teaching me Garunua and giving me inspiration, I was able to build the foundation of Light Wind Style. I wouldn't have been able to create it without that. Thank you."
He bowed deeply as he spoke.
"...I see."
Rimmer's lips trembled slightly before he smiled as if it was nothing.
"Good job."
When Rimmer waved his fingers and tried to leave, Raon grabbed his shoulder.
"Where are you going?"
"Huh? We're done here. I was going to the gambling..."
Rimmer swallowed dryly, seeing the icy look in Raon's eyes.
"We still have time."
Raon smiled as he looked at the setting sun.
"Let's train."
"Wh-What training! This is when we part ways dramatically, like in hero tales!"
Rimmer yelled, asking if Raon had never seen a hero tales.
"I don't know about hero tales. From now on, there will be no exceptions for the Light Wind division."
Raon's mouth twisted wickedly.
"It's a seclusion training for everyone until you activate the Light Wind Style!"
At those words, the faces of the Light Wind swordsmen turned pale.
"Oh no..."
"All of us, in seclusion training?"
"We won't learn a supreme martial art even by next year!"
"We might die here of old age."
"Yeah. I almost forgot what kind of person he was because the mood was so good..."
"Hey, elf! Why did you teach him that technique and cause more trouble!"
"Why did you give him inspiration!"
The Light Wind swordsmen yelled at Rimmer instead of Raon for the sudden announcement.
"Ugh..."
Rimmer made a distressed face as he was mobbed by the Light Wind swordsmen.
"How was I supposed to know that lunatic would create a supreme martial art!"
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On a tiger-shaped rock in North Grave mountain.
"Hahaha!"
Roenn looked down at the fifth training ground, laughing heartily.
"I expected young master Raon to create a decent martial art, but I never imagined it would be a supreme martial art!"
He nodded in genuine admiration.
"The supreme part isn't the only remarkable thing."
Sheryl blinked rapidly, astonished.
"The activation method of the martial art itself is so ingenious. It feels like an enhanced version of the semi-automatic shields used by high-ranking mages, but how…."
She couldn't fathom how such a martial art was developed, clicking her tongue in disbelief.
"If they master it, it will make a significant difference in both defense and offense."
Sheryl's eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect of the Light Wind division's growth.
"Ugh..."
Glenn trembled slightly as he hunched his shoulders, looking at the fifth training ground.
'As expected, he is pleased.'
'Of course. How could he not be thrilled that his grandson created a supreme martial art?' Sheryl and Roenn exchanged smiles, understanding Glenn's feelings without seeing his face.
"My lord, how about calling Raon soon to praise him?"
"Yes, it's a supreme martial art, so it deserves recognition."
The two came up with a new plan to try and close the distance between Raon and Glenn.
"Damn it..."
Contrary to their expectations, Glenn's eyes blazed with anger.
"My lord?"
"Hmm..."
Sheryl and Roenn widened their eyes at Glenn's unexpected reaction.
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Could it be that there's an issue with the martial art Raon created?"
Mislearning a martial art could damage one's energy center and mana circuits, making Sheryl and Roenn anxious.
"That's not it,"
Glenn shook his head, biting his lip.
"It's a martial art that I can't help but acknowledge. It's not lacking in any way."
"Then why...?"
"Because I lost."
Glenn clenched his fists, making a grinding sound.
"Lost?"
"Raon said earlier, didn't he? The biggest help came from that damned elf!"
Sheryl and Roenn's eyes filled with bewilderment at those words.
“Ugh…”
Glenn bit his lip as he looked at Raon.
'He's remarkable. Such a remarkable child.' Creating a supreme martial art is no easy feat, even for a transcendent. Even now, Glenn couldn't confidently say he could do it, yet Raon managed to create one in just a week. This meant he possessed an extraordinary and unique talent different from merely using martial arts, which made Glenn proud. However, there was something that angered him even more.
‘The fact that he received the most help from Rimmer!’
Glenn had anticipated this situation ever since Raon mentioned receiving Garunua from Rimmer.
He desperately wanted to give Raon an even better martial arts books, but such techniques were incredibly rare, and there was no guarantee they would suit Raon.
The biggest problem was that there hadn't been a valid reason to reward him.
He had felt uneasy for some reason, and it had finally happened. His hands trembled with frustration that his name hadn't come out of Raon's mouth in the end.
“M-my lord, don't let it bother you.”
“Yes. Raon mentioned your name as well.”
Sheryl and Roenn, still stunned, nodded their heads, trying to comfort Glenn.
"The world doesn't remember the second place. Only the first."
Glenn ground his teeth, glaring at Rimmer, not Raon.
“Next time, I won’t lose!”
“…”
Sheryl and Roenn's closed their eyes and sighed at the same time.
