Chapter 90: Umbral Veil Sword Art

After recounting everything to the Headmistress,

Amon took the glass of water on the desk.

Gulp! Gulp!

Cling!

He drank the water with a gulping sound and then kept the glass on the desk with a cling.

While Isabel watched him calmly.

There was a little amusement in her eyes.

He drank it without asking her. After all, the glass of water was kept there for the Headmistress. Even if she hardly needed to drink water.

“I am truly sorry. You had to go through those things,” she expressed her thoughts.

The missions are issued by the academy, and they give them to students, so they hold some responsibility.

“Please don’t say that, Headmistress. That was unexpected. No one was at fault,” Amon said with a small smile.

“Hah… then as compensation… I will give you something… also, for killing those beings… you can say it’s a reward. So ask, Amon. What do you want?”

Amon froze. His breath nearly stopped.

The Headmistress Isabel Dawnheart, she was going to give him a reward.

And she asked what he wanted.

He calmed himself. ’Okay calm down.’

“Please give me some time to think,” Amon asked excitedly.

Seeing his expression, Isabel chuckled. “Alright. Take your time.”

The office went silent.

As Amon thought carefully, Isabel waited for him silently.

After a while, he decided.

“Headmistress, I actually want to learn a high level of swordsmanship style… if you can teach me one you might know..hehehe,” Amon asked while rubbing the back of his head. There was an awkward smile on his face.

Isabel was taken aback by his request, asking to teach him.

She shook her head with a small smile.

“Boy, I told you to ask anything from me. Not to ask me to teach you… I can’t teach you… but…”

She stopped talking in the middle and raised her palm.

Suddenly a black-covered, old book appeared on her palm.

“This will do. I have looked into your profile. You are a shadow and darkness element user. This is perfect for you. Take it.”

She handed over the book to Amon.

Amon, with his curious eyes, took that book from her.

He studied the cover. It was dark-colored and blank.

“What is this, Headmistress?” Amon asked while studying the book in his hand.

“It is a swordsmanship style manual. It’s named Umbral Veil Sword Art. I had found it a long time ago during one of my adventures. It’s quite old and ancient. I do think it’s a lost swordsmanship style.”

Amon looked at her with wide eyes.

Isabel continued to talk,

“It’s suitable for shadow and darkness users. I think it is a high-level sword art,” she explained with a smile.

“Though it’s up to you whether you can learn it or not.”

Amon listened to her silently.

If she was the one telling this, then it must be true.

’But learning it by myself will be hard.’

“But is it okay to give me this? I mean, if it’s a high-level art and also a lost one, isn’t it too valuable?” Amon asked doubtfully.

Hearing Amon, Isabel smirked widely.

“Boy. Who do you think I am? I already have a lot of treasures, which are quite useless for me. Did you forget I am one of the strongest beings in the world?” Isabel replied.

Amon felt like an idiot, which he actually was.

He grabbed the manual tightly and stored it in his ring.

He stood up on his seat and bowed deeply to her.

“Thank you, Headmistress!” He expressed his gratitude from his heart.

He was excited and happy to learn this.

Isabel just gave him a nod.

“Do you need something else?” She still thought it may not be enough.

Amon straightened his back.

He was surprised again, but currently, he didn’t want anything. He knew that he should take one step at a time. Now he should focus on learning swordsmanship.

But there was one thing he asked of her.

“Can I get a sword and hatchet from the academy? I lost them at Mistvale Town,” Amon requested for weapons—free weapons.

“That’s easy. I will inform it to Professor Asher. When you meet him, take it from him,” she said while folding her hands under her heavy chest.

“Thank you again!” Amon grinned.

“I will take my leave now.” Amon turned back and walked toward the door.

He opened it and went outside.

He shut the door.

Isabel observed his departing figure as he shut the door.

“Is it me… or do I feel something weird coming out of that boy… sigh, it must be me being tired,”

She mumbled.

And continued to work again. She had a lot of matters to attend to after this.

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The training room was empty.

Amon stood at the center, his black practice blade in hand. Sweat rolled down his neck and chest, glistening under the faint light. His breathing was rough, uneven, but his eyes remained sharp—determined.

He had already met Professor Asher and take weapons for himself. A sword and hatchet. His revolver was safe.

Now he was training.

He raised the sword again, mimicking the stance described in the old manual lying open beside him.

“First Form. Crescent of Dusk. Channel the flow of mana into the edge. Let your shadow become your reach,” he muttered.

He exhaled slowly, drawing darkness from within his shadow. His shadow began to gather around the blade. Trembling, unstable. Then, with a quick swing, he sliced through the air.

The problem was simple.

A person can use their element on weapons once they reach Mana Initiate rank.

That meant Amon could not perform the first form being Awakened.

But he had a substitute for it—his ability. His own shadow.

But it was much harder this way.

Mana flow was important in this form.

The steps were simple:

Stand in the basic stance, sword tip slightly lowered, feet shoulder-width apart.

Channel mana into the blade, allowing shadows to cling along its edge.

With a smooth, controlled motion, swing the sword in a wide horizontal arc, aiming to form the shape of a crescent.

Focus on the flow of mana energy following the blade, it should extend the attack slightly beyond physical reach.

Return to stance, observing the lingering shadows and preparing for the next strike.

It was simple. But his shadow ability didn’t need mana. It worked on his mind’s strength.

’Though I think I can learn it. I can feel it. There is a chance I can use mana for my shadow,’ Amon thought.

“I guess this much training is enough for today.” Amon said to himself.

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