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

without a doubt dead. As the author, he knew

"I see..."

but she didn't

already good enough that the Keiki style

keep this a secret,

Donna's voice became serious.

union, you know that I

but just in case. We can't

"Yeah, I agree"

world found out that Ren practiced the Keiki style, he would without a doubt become the prime

not let anyone know about his

art landed in the wrong person's hands, it

such a situation. Not at this moment. Therefore, it was her duty as a teacher and hero to help Ren

not until

be okay with the world knowing about the fact that he practiced the Keiki

she did not want anyone to know

to get itchy. Now that I know what art you are practicing let's

out of her thoughts

watch, Monica smiled from ear

'”Sha! '”Sha!

sword around, Monica looked at

you've got. I really want to

...

'”Clank!

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

I was more exhausted than

sword art, I was subjected to endless amounts of questions by Monica

was put under

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

'I should've expected this...'

I

style was just

five-star martial manuals, the Keiki

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

much of

Monica's reactions were

the situation turned out

now gained

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

this turned out for

tell

recalled something. Taking out my phone I quickly sent Kevin

to share with

session, Donna had asked me

"...and sent"

for Kevin to reply, I put my phone away and headed back

needed to take a quick shower

...

of a

the middle of the white world. Gripping tightly onto a large broadsword, the old man lifted the broadsword up with

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

the old

Shaa!

Swish!

repeated the

sound resounded across

particularly special. It was

However...

Swoosh!

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

Kracka!

was the

old man swung his sword, the air split apart

sword slash was incomparable to

It was much stronger.

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

"huuu..."

both hands on the grip of the broadsword and prepared to slash

swing, this was the first time

evident that the next wing was

'”Ring! '”Ring!

down the white world slowly

that dream

as he

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

was Grandmaster Levisha

found out that the dreams became more vivid as a result, and from the dreams, Kevin was able to gain a better understanding of the Levisha

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 each passing

that the dreams were not

Kevin was