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, he

"I see..."

was a bit disappointed with the answer, but she didn't have much hope to

already good enough that the Keiki style was

you must keep this a

Donna's voice became serious. Monica nodded her head

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

case. We can't let others know about

"Yeah, I agree"

Ren practiced the Keiki style, he would without a doubt become the prime

not let anyone know about his sword

art landed in the wrong person's hands, it

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

least not until he is

once Ren was strong enough to stand on his own would she be okay with the world knowing about the

did not want anyone

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

out of her

Monica smiled from

'”Sha! '”Sha!

sword around, Monica looked

three more hours to go. Show me what you've got. I really want to see the extent of your

...

'”Clank!

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

my arms, I exited section B. I was more exhausted than I had

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

I was put

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

'I should've expected this...'

I

style was just that

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

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

number of arts out there that had as much of

and Monica's reactions

the situation turned

had now gained

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

turned out for the

to tell Kevin about the

Taking out my phone I quickly sent

share with you

me to tell

"...and sent"

I put my phone away

needed to take a quick

...

a

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

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

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

Shaa!

Swish!

the process

each slash, a different sound

nothing particularly special. It was a

However...

Swoosh!

back muscles of the old man tensed

Kracka!

was the

as the old man swung his sword,

a doubt, this sword slash was incomparable to the

It was much stronger.

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

"huuu..."

as put both hands on the grip of the broadsword and prepared to

first time the old

next wing was going to be even more

'”Ring! '”Ring!

the white world slowly started to crumble as an annoying

It's that

murmured as he opened his

in a while he would get strange dreams inside

Grandmaster Levisha performing

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

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

Kevin knew that the dreams were not as simple

dreams became more vivid, Kevin was able