The standard of reincarnation episode 4
The sacrum that has not absorbed mana for 13 years.
The sacrum was a blessing, but it was also a curse.
To be precise, it was because the sacrum was not a bone that could ‘absorb’ mana, but a ‘bone that had to be absorbed’.
‘Through meditation, deterioration can be prevented, but there must be a limit.’
Vinchen, who had experienced death once, diagnosed her body condition more accurately than anyone else.
‘I think the remaining time will be about 10 years?’
10 years.
‘It’s a long enough time.’
Enough time for the Stormblade to become the Sword Emperor and for the one-armed Daven to be forgotten by the world.
The time when Daven, who had a strong will, died from starvation and longed for life.
It was a terribly frightening and absurdly long time.
‘Find a way in it.’
Bang then! A knock was heard.
“Gongja. What the hell are you doing inside?”
I don’t know, but it was probably a servant.
For an attendant, the knock felt too harsh.
“Answer me!”
“…”
“Do you open the door and go in?”
The servant’s voice was full of annoyance.
Before Vinchen could answer, the servant forcibly opened the door and entered.
As soon as he entered, he covered his nose and shouted.
“Oh, oh! what a smell this is! Confucius! What if you poop in the room! Someone clean it up!”
“Are you my servant?”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
As I looked at the attendant, memories of him came to my mind little by little.
‘My name is Wilson. Julian will cut his throat in three years…!’
I decided to stop thinking about it.
Vinchen took off the smelly top soaked in waste and put it down.
“Bring me some new clothes.”
Vinchen was a little different from usual.
He had the grace of a High House son, and Wilson was taken aback.
‘what?’
For some reason, it felt different than usual.
‘Why do you see three?’
Wilson moved closer to Vincen and deliberately looked down at Vincen.
Wilson was 19 years old and much bigger than Vincen.
“Gongja. Where is the shit cheap?”
“It wasn’t cheap.”
“If this isn’t the smell of shit, what is? Don’t lie. Didn’t I tell you that the thing I hate the most in the world is lying?”
“It’s also a very rare case that you’re always respectful and yet there’s no such thing as an idiot.”
“What?”
“It’s strange that the person you attend insists on being shit even though you clearly said it wasn’t shit. What does your dislike of lies have to do with me?”
“That’s…”
Wilson panicked for a moment.
‘What’s wrong with him?’
“It’s true that I gave you more work than usual, but isn’t this also your job?”
“Why is this my job? Am I a poop cleaner?”
“He is my attendant.”
“Didn’t I just say that I hate troublesome things?”
“Then you shouldn’t have been a servant.”
“profit…!”
Vincent stood up from his seat.
“Since you seem reluctant to bring me new clothes, I will make sure to get them myself.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m about to ask the chief chamberlain for some clothes.”
Wilson scratched his head.
“I am! I’ll be there. Who didn’t go?”
Wilson nervously walks to the door and bangs! Closed the door.
* * *
If you look at the appearance, it was Chuck.
No matter how cowardly and timid Vinchen is, the servant cannot act so arrogantly.
“It looks like you intentionally arranged a bastard with that personality.”
-I think so too.
“Overcome the rebellious temperamental and spoiled attendant and show the appearance of the 7th Prince of Adenka. What is this?”
– He was a back alley gangster and he killed a lot of people.
Vincen laughed
and laughed.
“Anyone who has killed a lot of people has a unique momentum.”
– So what?
“I didn’t feel that kind of energy from him at all.”
-What does it mean?
“It’s bluff. His eyes are too clear. Besides, it sounds like you’re too scared.”
-What are you judging Wilson by?
“persimmon.”
Julian thought that Vinchen made a comprehensive judgment by integrating various factors.
In fact, I was expecting amazing situational judgment.
“At the time, I called this sense the sixth sense, the ‘sixth sense’.”
-oh my god. What era is the sixth sense?
It was a somewhat shocking and uncivilized answer to Yulian, who had only studied.
Then Wilson came back briskly and brought me a new suit.
“Are you okay?”
“Good work.”
“Don’t poop in the room.”
“Don’t let that happen.”
When Vinchen responded docilely, Wilson felt he had won the battle of pride.
My guy is like that then.
But Vinchen continued.
“Bring a wooden sword about a meter long. The weight should be around 500 grams, and the material is black wood. They will be scattered in the family storage room.”
“What if you don’t like it?”
“If you don’t like it, I have to go myself. I’m not sure what to answer if the warehouse keeper asks why you came here.”
Warehouse keepers are mostly unmanned.
Since they were the guardians of the family’s belongings, they were made up of people with excellent skills.
“It would be fun to answer that the attendant was bothered and came directly.”
Wilson looked at Vincen with his eyes wide open.
‘weird.’
It wasn’t just weird, it was even weirder.
‘He’s not the cowardly Prince Vincenzo I knew. Why are you like this?’
In his facial expression and tone of voice, I felt a composure that I had never felt before.
Oddly enough, that composure made Wilson nervous.
“Let me bring it myself.”
Vinchen started walking towards the door.
“Where are you going!”
The moment Wilson tried to put his hand on Vincen’s shoulder, Wilson’s body floated in the air.
‘Oooh!’
thud!
There was a heavy sound.
His body fell to the ground.
Cough Cough Cough.
“Didn’t I tell you that you’re a bit sensitive to attacks from behind?”
“Kuh kuluk. I never did!”
“Then know from now on.”
‘My body screams just because I did this.’
Even though Wilson took advantage of the approaching force and threw it.
Wilson stood up sprinting and glared at Vincen.
“why? Anything to say?”
His eyes were full of rebellion, but when Vincen met his eyes, he secretly avoided them.
“What did you say? Black spice?”
“Didn’t you say you didn’t like it?”
“I didn’t even say I didn’t like it.”
He walked over nervously as before and slammed the door.
I did, but the door was slightly open.
“why?”
“It was slammed shut by the wind.”
The voice became low.
“I didn’t do that on purpose…”
* * *
Time passed.
Wilson brought a wooden sword made of black cedar.
Sweat was beading on his forehead, as if he had come a long way.
‘I can’t give it to you.’
No matter how much Vinchen changed, Wilson had his pride.
Wilson was about to throw the wooden sword to the ground and said,
“Here.”
He handed over the wooden sword with one hand.
Not giving with both hands was his last pride.
Vinchen accepted the wooden sword.
“There was a man I knew very well who had no right arm.”
“…yes?”
“They said life was difficult and difficult. It met a very miserable end.”
Vinchen’s eyes turned to Wilson’s right arm.
Wilson involuntarily reached out and offered the wooden sword politely with both hands.
The speed at which he stretched his arms was lightning fast.
“Here you are, Confucius.”
I was downright humble.
“thanks.”
Wilson’s face reddened.
“Since I ran errands, I’m done.”
Wilson quickly walked out of the room.
This time the door was gently closed.
‘I’ll need some training.’
Vinchen moved toward the training ground.
Within the sword family Adenka, there were plenty of places and equipment to practice swordsmanship.
It was the same for the outbuildings.
Arrived at the training ground.
The training ground was a very wide open space, and on one side there were scarecrows made of straw.
I grabbed the wooden sword with my right hand and swung it lightly.
‘I don’t feel young.’
Vinchen moved the wooden sword to his left arm and lifted it.
Then the foreign feeling disappeared and the wooden sword felt light.
‘This sense.’
took a deep breath
‘Feel so good.’
This sense of holding the sword made Vincen’s blood boil.
gave strength to the grip.
It was like saying goodbye to an old friend.
why did you come now
At that sensation, Vincen laughed involuntarily.
‘I guess I’m also a warrior by nature.’
I enjoyed this moment holding the sword.
-What are you going to do with your left arm?
There is no warrior who wields a sword with his left arm.
Modern ‘image theory’ has been developed to suit right-handed people.
-It is common knowledge that left-armed warriors cannot exist.
Left-handedness is also called a cursed constitution.
Vincent closed his eyes for a moment.
‘Is that so?’
I grabbed my sword and concentrated.
Ugh-!
The blade of the wooden sword vibrated lightly.
‘Resonance.’
In my previous life, it took me a year to get to this stage.
But not now.
As soon as I grabbed the sword, I was able to reach that stage.
‘Resonance’ alone did not improve swordsmanship, but this work of breathing with the sword was the basic work to learn swordsmanship.
‘This is the road I’ve already taken.’
It won’t take long if your body holds up.
Vinchen swung the wooden sword.
‘Good.’
But then a voice was heard.
“To think that an ugly bastard has come to practice now. Even a passing dog will smile.”
Vincen could feel it as soon as he saw it.
-My son will trample on you mercilessly. It will be the first direct descendant to be trampled upon by the collateral.
He was the son of that ‘adult’.
The divinity of the collateral that is attracting the most attention in this Jingeomhoedong.
A boy with the most outstanding martial skills among the thirteen-year-olds of Adenka.
Revan Adenka appeared.
