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 shook

without a doubt dead. As the author,

"I see..."

but she didn't have much

good enough that the Keiki

must keep

Monica, Donna's voice became serious. Monica nodded her head in

that I can keep a secret okay. Especially on

in case. We can't let others know about his sword

"Yeah, I agree"

found out that Ren practiced the Keiki style, he would without a doubt become the prime target of the demons and

let anyone know

landed in the wrong person's hands, it

was her duty as a teacher and hero to

not until he is

his own would she be okay with the world knowing about

not want anyone to know

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

Donna out of her

her watch, Monica smiled from ear to

'”Sha! '”Sha!

sword around, Monica looked

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

...

'”Clank!

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

I was more exhausted than I

was subjected to endless amounts of questions by

that, I was put under their gruesome Spartan-like

beforehand, Monica's style of training was even rougher

'I should've expected this...'

I

style was just

five-star martial manuals, the Keiki style

opponent before they could even figure out what was going

number of arts out there that had as much of an impact as the Keiki style were very

and Monica's reactions were

like the situation turned

had now gained two

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

way, this turned out

need to tell Kevin

my phone

I've got some news to share with you

had asked me to tell

"...and sent"

waiting for Kevin to reply, I put my phone away and

to take a quick shower before

...

a white

middle of the white world. Gripping tightly onto a

Shhh!

He slashed down.

Shhhu!

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

Shaa!

Swish!

the

each slash, a different sound resounded across the

nothing particularly special. It

However...

Swoosh!

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

Kracka!

was the fifteenth

time as the old man swung his sword, the air split apart

slash

It was much stronger.

As he lift the sword up, the old

"huuu..."

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

first swing, this was the first time the

wing was

'”Ring! '”Ring!

down the white world slowly started to crumble as an annoying

It's that

he opened

learned the Levisha style, every once in a while he would get strange dreams inside

was Grandmaster Levisha performing his sword

more vivid as a result, and from the dreams, Kevin was

old man's movements, he was learning more and more

Kevin knew that the dreams were not

vivid, Kevin was able to pick up more