Leon Greyrat: The Second Son - Mushoku Tensei OC

Chapter 19 - A Battle and Sword Saint

— Leon Greyrat —

I formed three stone bullets, changing the shape to be conical and sharp, and with a blast of compressed air, they were sent flying towards an assailant each as I ran forward.

The air blowing my hair back, I brought my sword to my side, letting the touki infuse into the blade as I struck forward, the tip tracing through the air faster than the speed of sound.

The assassins all cut down the stone bullets, but before they could react, my blade dug into the left swordsman's side.

Remembering the feeling of when I killed the monsters, the way skin and flesh felt being cut, I continued the path of my swing, bisecting the man and creating a curtain of blood.

The momentum of my swing carried my sword toward the leader, weaving through the air as the edge approached his neck.

Clang!

Only to be blocked by his sword.

It wouldn't be that easy, after all.

Sensing an incoming attack, I crouched my body as I let the leader's sword slide harmlessly above my head, before sending out my blade to stop another attack.

But instead of blocking a weapon, I was surprised to feel my blade run through flesh, embedding itself into an assassin's stomach.

"Gah!"

What? Why would he do that?

In my state of momentary confusion, the assassin grabbed onto my sword with one hand and brought down his dagger toward my neck, forcing me to leap back without my sword.

Damn... it was a trap.

That's the North God style for you.

Not only were they unconventional, but with the wide range of styles and dojos, there was no way to know all the possible techniques.

Now back in front of Eris, I stomped my left foot, transforming the ground under their feet into mud that quickly buried them up to their knees.

"Fucking shit!" the leader shouted. "You think this is the end!?"

The leader then ripped out my sword from his comrade, killing him in the process, before throwing it toward me.

Right, he was a North God swordsman, after all.

And considering our quick exchange... likely Advanced rank, the same as me.

But while I was a good swordsman, rank-wise, I was an even better magician.

Forming a physical barrier with my hand, the sword shattered on impact, harmlessly bursting into a shower of metal.

Meanwhile, with my left hand, I formed a small fireball, the regularly red flames burning bright purple from the power and heat.

According to Roxy, one of the first lessons they teach you in Ranoa is to never use fire magic in a city, as with the lack of control once you launch the spell, it could quickly lead to disaster in such an enclosed and populated space, not even mentioning how most houses were built of wood.

Too bad I didn't go to Ranoa.

"Bye."

Flicking my wrist, the fireball launched forward like a bullet, and just before the leader could cut the spell in half with his sword, I willed it to explode.

Boom!

After the echoing blast, no death cries nor whimpers were heard, rather, there were only the sounds of quietly smouldering flames and the charred corpse of the leader smacking into the wall with a sickening squelch.