Birth of the Demonic Sword

Small success

Life went on peacefully in the outer ring of Balvan mansion, the only peculiar thing was a little kid going to the guards' building every week.

At first, he would always come out of the building full of bruises, but as time went by, the wounds on his body diminished, and a faint pressure was created around him.

That day, that same little kid was seen early in the morning again as he marched towards that guards' building.

'It's been two lessons since I last got hit. I wonder if in today's sparring Master will raise his level again.'

Since his second lesson, William had kept on engraving the forms of the martial arts on Noah's mind.

After three months of conditioning, his techniques were nearly perfect in their execution, so his Master chose to raise the level of the training.

They started to spar freely as William would hold himself back only to raise his level when Noah managed to hit him consistently.

By that time, though, the condition was fulfilled twice already by Noah, but his Master would still not raise his level.

Entering the usual room, Noah was surprised to find his Master sitting cross-legged on the floor, waiting for him.

No traces of his usual sleepiness was present as he was staring at a fixed point of the room with vacant eyes, probably in deep thought.

"Master, you're early!"

William's eyes regained its focus as he stood up and looked at his disciple with a complex expression.

"Can you use the "Breath" in your style?"

Noah was taken aback by this question.

Since the "Breath" in his body was limited, his Master always forbid him to release it during their spar or his personal training.

Noah's schedule was always so full that he could not find the time during his day to refill it with the Ice-Fire revolving technique.

His Master knew this, so he chose to forbid its usage and let it focus on nourishing the kid's body.

As such, Noah only manipulated it during his training, without ever releasing it.

Today though, things seemed different.

"I think I can, even if I have never used it in an actual fight, I should get the hang of it in a couple of tries. Why is that?"

William did a light smile as a bit of warmth leaked from in his expression.

During those months, he began to understand his disciple better.

He would always smile and speak seemingly without overthinking, but he knew how things really were.

Noah was ruthless, he treated his body and mind like a piece of metal going through forging.

If the body did not bend, he would hammer it till it did, no matter how much pain he would suffer in the process.

If his mind were weak, he would heat it till its effects would reverberate to the body, causing a constant nauseous feeling lingering on him.

He knew how much Noah trained and how determined he was in his search for power, so William could not help but give birth to some kind of affection and even respect for him.

'This kid says that he might do it in a couple of tries, does he know how much does it usually take to do it? What a pity, if his position was different, he could have taken things slowly and have a bright future, with his talent and perseverance it's just a matter of time before he even surpasses me. Yet, the guys in the inner circle will never allow someone from outside the family to become too strong, especially someone that might have reasons to get revenge on them.'