Chapter 187: Way Of The Landers [4]

years ago

[Silas Landers

Position: Family heir, Young prodigy

Age: 5

Swordsmanship: 2nd rate]

“This child…? Is she my sister? How peculiar I don’t remember myself crying so much like this,” Silas Landers was born with a talent and a mind that can be considered quite peculiar for his age. His demeanor doesn’t fit the norms and he was soon been trained to wield a sword. However, he doesn’t understand why his father told him to grab ahold of his newborn sibling

[Edmund Landers

Position: Patriarch, Demonic swordsman

Age: 37

Swordsmanship: ???]

“Hahahahaha!! It seems you’ve mistaken her for such a peculiar occurrence like yourself, my boy. This is Esther, one day when my body has eroded due to the power I possess I need you to protect your sister. She doesn’t have a single hint of the power that flows from every Landers that was born. I’m worried about her growth,” Edmund watches his son whilst he stares quite intently at his newborn sibling

“Father… If your assumptions are correct then how could I protect her? I was trained to wield a sword to kill my foe… My ways are different from the knights that seek justice, my views stands in a neutral perspective… In my current self, why would I be able to protect someone such as my sister?” Though Silas wasn’t wrong to question the wishes of his sickly old man. Edmund laughed in response and hugged his child with all his strength that he could easily snap his child’s body if he wasn’t careful

“That’s a great question, my boy… Swords aren’t meant to kill, believe me or not this is quite the truth about the blade. It was a tool created for one to fend for themselves, when they were hungry its a tool for hunting, and if they were angry it was a tool for murder. Though how much time had passed, the real reason the sword exists is to be a tool for protection. The shield is there so the sword can leave its responsibility and become a weapon for murder,” The words of his late father left an impression on Silas’s growth

A sword is nothing but a tool, the meaning of the sword came from the one who wields them to this very moment. Why does he wield the sword? For glory? Redemption? Power? In his travels he thinks thoroughly about the meaning of his sword. Though he only finds the reason when he found himself betrayed and locked up in a trial

years ago

“Why am I even alive? Why am I trying so hard to survive this wretched wasteland?” After he enters the shock that left him in a bottomless hole, he wondered why he wanted to live. His question was soon answered by a letter lying deep in his pocket

“Esther…?” Once he opened the letter he came to see a bright and cheerful girl and him who was standing by her side. He came to remember the reason why he traveled the world of trials. It was to seek unimaginable power solely to protect the ones he cherished. Though in this travel he was led astray by glory and was blinded by the adventure, he came to forget the purpose of his journey. He teared up at the very sight of the portrait sent by his only family, Silas finally opened his eyes, and he came to regret leaving her side

Present

[System: The traumatic & wonderful events of the past have passed. The penalty of the skill called [Spirit merge] has been concluded]

“Father… I’m sorry that it took so long for me to realize the purpose of my blade… No more… I’ll stand my ground and prove that im worthy of the Lander’s name… Please guide this worthless son of yours to a path to atone for all of his sins,” Silas finally came back to his sense as soon as his spirit merge came to be a success. His body would shake and shrivel in fear at the sight of seeing his cheerful father after he betrayed his trust

But now he stands tall and accepted whether or not his ever loath by his father for the things he committed. Silas finally found his purpose and this made his outrageous behavior come to have passed. His body would become a wind that could be felt day-to-day, calm and fresh his rage no longer clouded his actions. He was enlightened he accepted his faults and when he let go of his regrets he stands between these twelve powerful guardians

“What’s so special about that form!!? It’s not going to change anything if your facing twelve against one!!!” The ram started its fate by charging toward him and knocking his body with the force of his collision. The ox followed his ally’s attack and leap from his position and swing his hammer at Silas’s current position. The sheer force brings about a dispersion of smoke that covered their views and the wind only spreads the smoke in the vicinity of the imprisoning wind

[Silas are you fine…? This activation must have taken a toll on your body, how’s your mental condition? I remember that the system doubled, no! Tripled the corresponding backlash you must endure. Have you seen it once more, your regrets…? Why are you so silent, answer me!!?]

His deity was concerned about his unstable mental condition that only arises once he uses this particular skill. Though the results right now may have differed from his previous uses of this skill, he appeared to have better control. His breathing had no faults, and his mind was clear of anything that hindered him before his movements became clear

[System: You’ve regained what you previously lost the thing that every swordsman possesses but takes for granted. The player Silas Landers has regained his focus and the result quenches his anger and regrets

Outcome: Your swordsmanship is being affected, and your footwork became more practical. Your rage has been alleviated you can now skillfully wield your sword which was previously described as a masterpiece. Due to regaining your focus, the player can now fully use the power and influence of his original technique]

“I commend you for your interest in taking down this foolish elder brother, however, I can no longer entertain you. This will be the time that I’ll finally make use of my long-forgotten technique that was presumably buried with my death. There was a time when I was called a saint amongst the wielder of swords, but im, not a master, im simply a practitioner that wishes to learn,” Once the smoke their views were no longer clouded by the smoke they saw him parrying the ox’s hammer

The attack was faster than what he could ever comprehend combined with a force that not even he could endure. Why is it that he could parry? Someone who’s restricted by the system and yet he can fully understand the power of his enemy. The things that were mostly forgotten about by the people were something he use to gain the advantage

“Your footwork has no faults, power is perfectly balanced and the handling of your blade is as well. Though your posture, and way of attack weren’t something that you shouldn’t have done. Even a powerful attack is meaningless if one were to learn its drawback and way to outmaneuver such an art. They feared me for this ability I’ve honed and that’s why I called this technique of mine Absolute prediction. It’s not a prediction but my eyes can see the path of the weapon whether it’s the start or it’s the conclusion,” The weight of Silas’s sword would become increasingly heavy and strong enough to repel the ox’s hammer

[System: The player has infused both his mana & chi to create a vibrant [Sword ki] this effect will last until his mana & chi are depleted]

At long last, he made his move after he submerged himself with the power of his contracted spirit. Silas was born with a gift to wield the sword and when he honed this at a younger age he developed an ability to sense a flow. His eyes could see a fluttering trail of movement that he sees whenever a living being would whether or not they possess a weapon. This technique came to be known as the perceiver of the world that is not known by many a pathway that predicts anyone’s movement

“It seems that you still have a few ounces of luck~ what!!!? Arrhggggg!!!” The ox screamed and the other guardians were surprised by the sudden turn of events

Silas disappeared from their sight for only but a second and later they saw his ally being ravaged by a thousand cuts. There wasn’t any blood to be seen within his sword and his body wasn’t even splattered by the ox’s blood. The only thing they could’ve heard about that second was the sound of the wind which became increasingly fierce. When the ox tried to confront him as soon as he regenerated from the wound inflicted on his body

He quickly performs a variety of movements that were either dodged by Silas or parried by his sword. He didn’t even look to have sweat as time goes by, he only took a single step to evade and a single swing to parry. The weight of his sword was manipulated by the wind that covers his blade, slowly they realize the same sensation as before. The winds were restless and the ox became unable to perceive his every move

They tried to warn him but no luck as the fierce wind block their voice from ever reaching his ears. When all their hope was lost they tried to move and rescue their ally before he could’ve fully released his attack

Suddenly they weren’t able to move, there bodies were warning them of the bait Silas had openly shown. He wasn’t charging anything, he was waiting if they were dumb enough to rescue the life of their ally

When he notices their angered expression he knew that his bait was revealed. He didn’t hesitate and released the pressure of the wind which he previously reserved. The remaining guardians saw a reenactment of his first attack, but this time the body of the ox was no longer spared

His body became nothing but a chunk of meat that was shredded away by the pressure of the wind. Silas began his next and final move and that was for him to execute every single one of the guardians present

He didn’t care the slightest bit about the souls they’d used to gain such power for he is considered a murderer. But he cannot forgive those who are loathed by his deity and more those who laid their hands on his sister

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