The Author's POV

Who were the top 10 strongest people of all time? This was an age-old question.

Ever since the emergence of mana, humans had begun evolving.

Things like splitting rocks apart with bare hands or casting fireballs and spells were no longer the fruits of pure imagination.

Decades have passed ever since humans were able to gain superpowers and slowly they began to adapt to mana.

A more organized system began to emerge and humans with tremendous powers began to appear all over the world.

Grandmaster Keiki was one such person.

'The one-man-army' was what they called him.

With his deadly one-hit-kill style that no one could see through, Grandmaster Keiki killed countless demons without even moving or lifting a finger.

For those who witnessed this sight, they could only look back at it as if it was a beautiful memory.

Amongst historians, there was a general consensus.

The consensus was that...

Grandmaster Keiki, the wielder of the Keiki style, alongside nine other few, was one of the ten strongest humans to have ever lived in this age where mana existed.

This was an undisputed fact that even the current heads of the union did not disagree with.

Whoever had witnessed Grandmaster Keiki's prowess in the past could tell just how much of a fearsome figure he was.

Especially his sword art.

A five-star sword art that made Grandmaster Keiki known throughout the world.

Unfortunately, around three decades ago, Grandmaster Keiki disappeared from the world and so did his legacy and sword art.

With Grandmaster Keiki gone, the sword art was lost with no hopes of ever appearing again.

This was common knowledge. It was what everyone learned in history class.

The Keiki style would never appear again.

This was what everyone said.

Yet...

'”Click!

With a subtle clicking sound, a magnificent arc drew in the air as the sharp tip of a sword split the air apart.

Not even half a second flew by before the sword was back into the scabbard. So fast yet so deadly.

Inside of the expansive training ground, deftly science descended.

"This..."

Standing by the side, Donna's mouth hung open.

'How is this possible?!'

Without a doubt that was the Keiki style. Right before her eyes, Donna witnessed the once-forgotten art style.

How could she not be shocked?

"K-keiki style"

The first one to break the silence was Monica whose breathing quickened.

As if teleporting, her figure appeared right before Ren. Grabbing him by the shoulder she asked him an endless amount questions.

"Was that the Keiki Style? Do you know Grandmaster Keiki? Is he still alive? Where did you learn it? How much of it have you mastered? How l..."

"Monica, calm down!"

Snapping out of it, Donna raised her voice. Letting go of Ren, Monica also snapped out of it.

"Ah, sorry. I was just too excited"

"It's okay"

Bitterly shaking his head, Ren waved it off.

From the moment he performed the sword art before Donna and Monica, he had been prepared for this.

"Ren is Grandmaster Keiki still alive"

By the side, Donna asked.

She wanted to know if such a legendary figure was still alive.

If so it would be something worth celebrating.

Although the world looked peaceful, Donna knew that it was only a matter of time before the balance that the humans created would break.

Humanity needed another powerhouse to bring more stability.

"Ah, no, he's dead"

Donna's question, Ren shook his

a doubt dead. As the

"I see..."

but she didn't have much hope to

already good enough that the Keiki style was not

you must keep this a

at Monica, Donna's voice became serious. Monica

union, you know that I can keep a secret okay.

know, but just in case. We can't let others

"Yeah, I agree"

that Ren practiced the Keiki style, he would without a doubt

let anyone know about his sword

landed in the

at this moment. Therefore, it was her duty as a teacher and hero to help Ren keep his sword art

least not until he is

own would she be okay with the world knowing

then, she did not want anyone

starting to get itchy. Now that I know what art you are practicing

out of her thoughts was Monica's

Monica smiled

'”Sha! '”Sha!

her sword around, Monica

three more hours to go. Show me what you've got. I really want

...

'”Clank!

"haa...I'm finally free!"

exited section B. I was more exhausted than I

revealing my sword art, I was subjected to endless amounts of questions

I was put under their gruesome Spartan-like

training was even

'I should've expected this...'

I

Keiki style was just

there being a lot of famous five-star martial manuals, the Keiki style was one of the most

figure

that had as much of an impact as

and Monica's reactions were

the situation

now gained

keep my secret a secret, I could now

way, this turned out for

I need to tell Kevin

suddenly recalled something. Taking out my phone I

some news to share

me to tell Kevin about the training

"...and sent"

waiting for Kevin to reply, I put my phone away and

to take a quick shower

...

of a

old man with a sturdy body stood in the middle of the white world. Gripping tightly onto a large

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

slash, lifting the broadsword up, the old man once

Shaa!

Swish!

the process eight

sound resounded across

slash was nothing particularly special. It was a simple fast and heavy sword

However...

Swoosh!

and every slash, the sword became faster, heavier, and sturdier. The back muscles of the old man tensed even more with

Kracka!

was the

as the old man swung his sword,

this sword slash was incomparable

It was much stronger.

old man once again lifted the broadsword up. As he lift the sword up, the old

"huuu..."

from the old man's mouth as put both hands on the grip of

was the first time the old man put both hands

evident that the next wing was going to be

'”Ring! '”Ring!

old man could slash down the white world slowly started to crumble as an annoying chime repeatedly

It's that

he opened his

had learned the Levisha style, every once in a while he would get

was Grandmaster Levisha

dreams became more vivid as a result, and from the dreams, Kevin was able to gain

movements. Slowly but surely, as Kevin mimicked the old man's

dreams were not as

became more vivid, Kevin was able to pick up