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"

question, Ren shook

dead. As the author, he

"I see..."

bit disappointed with the answer, but she

that the Keiki style was not

you must keep

Monica, Donna's voice became serious. Monica

that I can keep a secret okay. Especially

case. We can't let others

"Yeah, I agree"

the Keiki style, he would without a doubt become the prime target of

not let anyone know about his

art landed in the

Therefore, it was her duty as a

least not until he is strong

be okay with the

want

to get itchy. Now that I know what

her thoughts was Monica's

smiled from

'”Sha! '”Sha!

her sword around, Monica looked at

hours to go. Show me what you've got. I really want to see the

...

'”Clank!

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

I exited section B. I was

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

I was put under their gruesome Spartan-like

this beforehand, Monica's style of training was even rougher than Donna's. My

'I should've expected this...'

I shook my

Keiki style was just that

the Keiki style was one

style that could kill an opponent before they could even figure out what was going on was not something that other

of arts out there that had as much of an impact as the

Monica's

it's not like the situation turned

had now gained

Donna and Monica trying to keep my secret a secret, I could now breathe

this turned out for

I need to tell Kevin

something. Taking out my phone I quickly sent Kevin

some news to share with you on

session, Donna had asked me to tell

"...and sent"

to reply, I put my phone away

take a quick shower

...

a white

the white world. Gripping tightly onto a large broadsword, the old man lifted the broadsword

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

lifting the broadsword up, the

Shaa!

Swish!

repeated the process eight

a different sound resounded across the white

nothing particularly special. It was a simple

However...

Swoosh!

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

Kracka!

the

as the old man swung his sword, the air split apart and the ground

a doubt, this sword slash was

It was much stronger.

once again lifted the broadsword up. As he lift the sword up, the old man's biceps bulged. The veins

"huuu..."

put both hands on the grip of the

time the old man put

next wing

'”Ring! '”Ring!

before the old man could slash down the white world slowly started to crumble

It's that dream

murmured as he

Levisha style, every once in a while he would get strange

was Grandmaster Levisha performing his sword

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

the breathing technique to the muscle movements. Slowly but surely, as Kevin mimicked the old man's movements, he was learning more and more about the Levisha style with

the dreams were not as simple

vivid, Kevin was able