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"

Ren

doubt dead. As the author, he

"I see..."

with the answer, but she didn't have much

good enough that the Keiki style

keep this a secret,

looking at Monica, Donna's voice became serious. Monica nodded

know, Donna. Although I work for the union, you know that I can keep a secret okay. Especially

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

"Yeah, I agree"

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

not let anyone know about his sword

the sword art landed in the

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

until he is strong

once Ren was strong enough to stand on his own would she be

then, she did not want anyone to know about

itchy. Now that I know what art you are practicing

of her thoughts was Monica's

smiled

'”Sha! '”Sha!

Monica looked at Ren

Show me what you've

...

'”Clank!

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

I was more exhausted than I

to endless amounts of questions

that, I was put under their

I somehow knew this beforehand, Monica's style of training was even rougher

'I should've expected this...'

I

Keiki style was just that

of famous five-star martial manuals, the Keiki style was one of the most easily

style that could kill an opponent before they could even figure out what was

of arts out there that had as much of

Monica's reactions were

like the

now gained two

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

turned out for

to tell

something. Taking out my phone I quickly sent Kevin

share with you on behalf

training session, Donna had asked me

"...and sent"

reply, I put my

quick

...

of a

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

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

first slash, lifting the broadsword up, the old man once again

Shaa!

Swish!

repeated the process

different sound

It was a simple fast and heavy sword

However...

Swoosh!

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 became more prominent

Kracka!

the fifteenth

swung his sword, the air split apart

slash was incomparable

It was much stronger.

As he lift the sword up, the old man's biceps bulged.

"huuu..."

air escaped from the old man's mouth as put both hands on the grip of the broadsword and prepared

the first swing, this was the first time the old man put both

evident that the next wing was going

'”Ring! '”Ring!

down the white world slowly started to crumble as an

that dream

as he opened

in a while he would get strange dreams

was Grandmaster Levisha performing his

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

to the muscle movements. Slowly but surely, as Kevin mimicked the old man's movements, he was learning

knew that the dreams were not as

became more vivid, Kevin was able to