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

a doubt dead. As the author,

"I see..."

the answer, but she didn't have much hope

good enough that

you must keep

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

Donna. Although I work for the union, you know that I can

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

"Yeah, I agree"

practiced the Keiki style, he would without a

could not let anyone know about his sword

art landed in the

Not at this moment. Therefore, it was her duty as a teacher and

until he is strong

his own would she be okay with the world

she did not want

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

of her thoughts was Monica's

smiled

'”Sha! '”Sha!

sword around, Monica looked at

what you've got. I really want to see the extent

...

'”Clank!

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

I exited section B. I was more exhausted than I

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

put

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

'I should've expected this...'

smiling, I

style was just

manuals, the

could kill an opponent before they could even figure out what was going on was not

of arts out there that had as much of

and Monica's reactions were

the

now gained two valuable

keep my secret a secret, I could now

this turned out for the

tell Kevin about the practice

my phone I quickly sent Kevin a

I've got 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 before going to

...

a white

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

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

slash, lifting the broadsword up, the old man

Shaa!

Swish!

repeated the

slash, a different sound resounded across the white

It was a simple fast

However...

Swoosh!

tensed even more with each passing slash. Alongside his back muscles, his other muscles became more prominent with each

Kracka!

was the

the old man swung his sword, the air split

this sword slash was incomparable

It was much stronger.

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

"huuu..."

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

this was the first time the old man put

was evident that the next wing was going to be even more

'”Ring! '”Ring!

the white world slowly

It's that

as he opened his

style, every once in a while he would get

was Grandmaster Levisha

the dreams became more vivid as a result, and from

but surely, as Kevin mimicked the old man's

dreams were not as

Kevin was able to pick