Chapter 45 The Fusion Technique of the Sword Demon


    At Ebsques training grounds, Kraush grasped his right arm, repeatedly opening and closing his hand.


    This exercise was to limate himself to the arm of the Sword Demon, still somewhat alien to him.


    At that moment, Crimson Garden perched onto Kraushs shoulder.


    How much do you know about the Sword Demons fusion technique?


    Next to nothing. Just that the fusion technique was extraordinary.


    Even as a regressed being, you dare to attach the Sword Demons arm without knowing anything?


    Kraush shrugged his shoulders.


    Did he foresee his own regression?


    How could I know of a man who died before I was even born?


    Crimson Garden pecked at Kraushs head a few times with her beak beforending in front of him.


    The Sword Demons fusion technique is simr yet different to the One Sword technique youve been practicing.


    She then began to share knowledge of the Sword Demons fusion technique with him, earnestly endeavoring to strengthen Kraush.


    The essence of the Sword Demons fusion technique is to blow aura into the de within the sheath.


    That part wasmon to typical fusion techniques.


    Swiftly drawing the de charged with internal aura was the essence of the technique.


    But ordinarily, drawing an already unsheathed de was faster.


    After all, fusion techniques were devised to quickly unsheathe weapons in response to surprise attacks.


    However, the Sword Demons technique diverged from the norm.


    And the Sword Demon splintered the aura, gave it sticity and detonated it inside. As a result, the aura granules created by the de would violently churn within the sheath.


    What a peculiar method.


    Its peculiarity that breeds secret techniques. Regardless, the aura inside never slows and continually hammers the interior of the sheath. When the force fills and peaks to its utmost limit


    The de is drawn.


    Riding the force of the explosion, truly at the highest speed.


    Thats why the Sword Demons fusion technique was distinct from the ordinary, aiming to strike the foes throat before one could pull their weapon, based on the explosive power of the aura.


    And the destructive force resulting from that explosive power was of another realm.


    In reality, the Sword Demons fusion technique was a preparation step for a deadly attack, a process ofpressing aura to its limit before a catastrophic release.


    Do you understand?


    Kraush looked at his own de, still in its sheath.


    If he had understood immediately after just hearing the exnation, hed be a genius.


    Unfortunately, he was not one.


    Hearing a hundred times is not as good as doing once.


    It is better to do something once than to hear about it a hundred times.


    Lets try it.


    Kraush followed Crimson Gardens instructions and took hold of his weapon.


    Remember youre wielding the Sword Demons arm. It contains the entire muscle memory of the Sword Demon within your right arm.


    The arm of the Sword Demon had now be Kraushs.


    And that arm had practiced its own fusion technique tens, hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of times.


    That experience was etched into the arm.


    Follow the will of your arm, and you may seed.


    Kraush closed his eyes to heed her words.


    Then he began to slowly infuse his sheathed de with aura.


    Since he had practiced manipting aura daily for One Sword, thankfully he didnt find it too difficult.


    Still, it was unstable.


    So, Kraush took his time, focusing as much as possible on each particle of aura.


    After a few minutes


    Trickles of cold sweat slid down Kraushs cheek.


    It was a sign of his profound concentration.


    He had invested this much time just splitting the aura.


    Actually using it in realbat was still far off.


    However, Kraush quietly maintained his focus.


    He felt no urgency.


    Having lived his life this way, he could remain dispassionate about himself without disappointment.


    Watching him, Crimson Garden refrained from any disparaging remarks.


    Martial techniques are not learned overnight.


    Therefore, how one spends the day learning the technique is what changes the oue.


    Several more minutes passed.


    Kraush finally seeded in endowing each particle of aura with sticity.


    Now to detonate the aura within the de.


    Subsequently, the internal explosion of aura within Kraushs de began.


    The energy within the sheath started to move erratically, striking the interior repeatedly until the force umted and grew.


    Kraush sensed the sheath could almost burst from swelling energy.


    Yet, it was not time.


    The Sword Demons arm grasped the hilt firmly and motionless.


    With unwavering concentration, Kraush focused his mind solely on the sheathed de.


    At that instant, the Sword Demons right arm twitched ever so slightly.


    As if waiting just for this moment.


    That precise timing


    Kraushs de was explosively unsheathed.


    The sound of aura bursting forth and the de slicing echoed violently throughout the training grounds.


    His hair fluttered from the ferocity of the swing, as if caught by the wind.


    Kraush, with his entire body soaked in sweat, inhaled sharply.


    His right arm ached from wielding the fusion technique.


    The arm was ustomed to the technique.


    But his aura, meant to be reinforced to endure it, was stillcking.


    As a result, Kraush eventually dropped the de.


    His right arm quivered.


    A consequence of withstanding the techniques explosive force but not fully.


    Yet, it was a victory.


    It was a sign he could move on to the next stage.


    Kraush picked up the de and returned it to the sheath, slowly and carefully.


    His arm still trembled from the shock, but Kraush paid it no heed.


    If he couldnt be a genius, then he would have the perseverance.


    Just keep repeating until its learned.


    Begin.


    Crimson Garden, recognizing this, ordered him to start afresh.


    Kraush faithfully followed hermand.


    A good teacher, the arm of the Sword Demoneverything was there.


    All that remained was his own will.


    Thus, Kraush closed his eyes again and rebooted his focus.


    To endlessly repeat until he mastered the Sword Demons fusion technique.


    ***


    Dayster, Kraush faced No. 8.


    No longer in a maids outfit, but wearing a suit tight to her body, No. 8, still sporting ck rabbit ears, bowed her head.


    Then, with a staff rolled and sped, she spoke to Kraush.


    You may start anytime.


    Alright.


    At those words, Kraush ced his right hand over the hilt of his de.


    Instantly


    With a metallic ring, No. 8s body staggered backward.


    Simultaneously, a morous noise echoed from the staff in her grasp.


    Kraushs de was already unsheathed.


    No. 8, gazing at the swiftly drawn weapon, responded.


    I saw it.


    Tch, still not there yet.


    Kraush sheathed his de, clicking his tongue in frustration.


    The Sword Demons fusion technique is meant to draw the de at speeds indiscernible to the naked eye.


    However, No. 8 had perceived his quick draw and even his destructive power hadnt yet measured up to the Sword Demons.


    Kraush looked down at his own right hand.


    After days of rigorous training, his hand was riddled with wounds.


    Even with the Sword Demons arm, it was impossible to avoid injury.


    It seems Im getting the hang of it.


    In the end, it all came down to innate aura capacity, an area he had to grow on his own.


    It seemed like a trip back to the Balheim estate to learn the next martial technique was in order.


    Thanks for sparring with me all this time.


    Dont mention it. You, Lord Kraush, can afford a bit more confidence. Those of us inside the top ten numbers, like myself, possess master level skills.


    The creations within numbers nine and outEbsques bodies.


    They were all monsters of master level.


    Thus, for No. 8 to track Kraushs quickdraw with her dynamic vision was perhaps to be expected.


    But disappointingly, Kraush could not derive satisfaction from her words.


    The adversaries Im bound to face are far more formidable than mere masters.


    They were individuals who possessed talents conjured from the emptiness of the sky.


    To steal skills from them, he had to grow stronger right here.


    Still, thanks. Youve been a great help.


    Im d to have been of assistance.


    Kraush smiled at No. 8 as they exited the training area together.


    As they did, Ebsque, who happened to cross the hallway, caught his eye.


    Rubbing her tired eyes as if she had just awoken, she appeared weary.


    Her T-shirt was stretched, barely covering her chest, and her hair was dry and disheveled.


    Kraush regarded her as one might view garbage.


    Even as he ensured the bodies under his care were prim and proper, her slovenly state was baffling.


    Given Kraushs aversion toziness, his thoughts reaffirmed that hed struggle to work alongside Ebsque.


    What, why are you looking at me like that?


    Coincidentally, Ebsque also took notice of Kraush.


    Eyeing her own attire, she quickly covered her chest with her hands.


    Pervert! Its because youre a man, isnt it! Ha, I suppose with my mour and enough to bewitch a teenagers heart, its inevitable you feel that way.


    Kraush offered no response.


    It was not worth replying.


    Clearly, the lurid novel she had read before sleeping must have been simr in genre.


    Ill be leaving for Balheim today.


    He had acknowledged the seamless assimtion of his arm at Hardenhartz with the help of Bianca, who burst into tears upon seeing it, but there was no one else around, so it was no issue.


    Meliocan had also said nothing more since then and had instructed a priest, as per Kraushs wishes, to restore the arm and had informed the Balheim family as such.


    Now it seemed he could truly return with no furtherplications.


    Uh, what about me?


    Do as you please.


    Kraush was indifferent about whether Ebsque followed him or not.


    He had always told Ebsque she was free toe and go as she pleased anyway.


    Um, what should I do?


    You are free to remain here. If it were Balheim, even youd likely be discovered before long.


    Whether harnessing bells like Crimson Garden or not, Ebsque in her true form was imbued with the energy characteristic of a world devourer.


    Countless monsters resided in Balheim.


    Not just direct descendants, but also those who had shared generations with Br, Kraushs father.


    The Five Elders of Balheim.


    They would most likely detect Ebsques presence, nine out of ten times.


    Eek, how scary.


    She shuddered with fear in her eyes.


    Having once been captured by the Empire, she undoubtedly had no desire to face imprisonment again.


    So stay here. I have a personal request, anyway.


    Eh, what is it?


    Theres an individual known as the Poison King.


    One of the Ten Under Heaven and the being that annihted Hardenhartz.


    Although there was plenty of time until then, if the Second Prince were to seek asylum in Hardenhartz again, inevitably, the imperial mandate would send the Poison King to Hardenhartz in pursuit.


    Id appreciate if you could prevent that guy from causing any mischief in Hardenhartz. Or at least stall for time.


    To confront one of the Ten Under Heaven? Thats no easy task


    Im not asking for a direct confrontation. Just save Doukan, the head of Hardenhartz, and thats sufficient.


    It wasnt an immediate concern, after all.


    Alright, I can do that much.


    She easilyplied with the request.


    While Kraush had said returning her heart was a transaction, Ebsque still felt gratitude toward him, regardless of how she looked.


    Thats why she had epted Kraushs request so readily.


    If you ever need anything, just ask me.


    He would return the favor, as he had asked for one.


    Kraush was certain to follow through and left it at that.


    So, he left Ebsques hideout with those parting words.


    Ebsque watched his back for a long moment, a faint smile creeping out.


    Miss, arent you going to follow him?


    Kraush had mentioned that Ebsque would be discovered if she came to Balheim, but she could remain undetected if she so chose.


    However, she had no inclination to hide.


    If it were the old me, perhaps I would have followed.


    Once upon a time, she, a world devourer, had also journeyed across the world withpanions.


    But that was a distant past, and her resolve from those days had faded.


    Kraush was bound to wander through countless worlds.


    Just a moment, I followed him out of curiosity thus far. I feelparing him to my pastrades does them injustice.


    Thus, she decided not to follow Kraush any further.


    Im done here. Im not the outdoors type, after all.


    As one of the peculiar characters among world devourers, she turned and walked away.


    Yet, one concern lingered.


    Given what she observed of Kraushs journey, he would certainly be entangled with many other world devourers.


    Among them were those truly dangerous.


    And they would recognize Kraush, just like she had.


    When that timees.


    It might not be so bad to repay him properly, even if just the value of a heart, she mused.