The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 125

Chapter 125: Long Time No See

Clad in armor, Rakul rushed forward, swinging down the two-handed sword, but it was parried by the slash horse sword.

Rakul effortlessly caught the powerful two-handed sword, capable of cleaving ordinary weapons along with the slash horse sword, and deflected it while advancing.

“Wind’s Blessing, Followwind!”

Just before the slash horse sword descended, Rakul wrapped himself in wind, leaping sideways to evade and wielding the halberd, Bardiche, to mow down.

“Kuh!”

Rakul, despite the swaying from receiving the halberd on his back, countered by slashing upward with the slash horse sword. The lengthy blade caught my breastplate, creating sparks.

While stepping back, I braced myself, shrouding both arms in darkness and taking the giant sword, Greatsword, in hand. The clash between the giant sword and the slash horse sword echoed, accompanied by a gust of wind.

“…It’s been a while, fighting like this.”

“Yeah, let’s have a rematch after two years.”

As we locked hilts, we smiled beneath our helmets and simultaneously stepped back, swinging our weapons.

Rakul smoothly parried the sweeping strike of the giant sword with the slash horse sword, and at the same time, he stepped forward. I, with momentum, spun and transformed the weapon into a scythe, swinging it.

Rakul, in a split second decision, attempted to block the scythe with the slash horse sword, but right before that, I changed it into a chain. The chain swiftly entwined Rakul as it swung vigorously towards him.

“What!?”

I struck a fist enveloped in wind into Rakul’s solar plexus as he froze. However, the incredible toughness and weight of the armor were transmitted through the fist.

(He reinforced himself at the last moment, but…)

The wind-enveloped fist trembled as it conveyed the impact, but Rakul, tearing the chain away, countered with a backfist.

Jumping backward and grabbing the sword, Rakul unleashed a diagonal slash with the slash horse sword. Gathering wind in my legs, I leaped to evade, and the slash horse sword rebounded off the ground, returning in a slashing motion.

Immediately deploying a shield to receive the slash horse sword, I was blown back by the impact. However, I fired a crossbow bolt to restrain him, preventing a follow-up.

(So that’s how it is…)

With the distance now created, I took a breath while considering the reasoning behind that rebound… and ultimately, why Rakul could effortlessly wield that enormous slash horse sword.

Zanma’s ability involves altering the weight, as he mentioned. Probably, while swinging, he lightens it, then instantly increases its weight upon impact.

It’s easy to say, but executing it requires judgment and insight to determine whether you hit or miss within a split second of the battle.

(Did he learn that from… that person?)

In this brief period, Rakul’s talent and effort seamlessly intertwined with Zanma’s, enabling him to master it. Perhaps that person entrusted Zanma to Rakul precisely because he believed he could master it.

(Strong… but I won’t lose.)

I had a losing streak at the academy. Even though Rakul is undoubtedly strong, he’s rough… which is why, for him to become even stronger, I must win this time.

“Eclipse Erosion!”

The words releasing the shackles within me echoed, and darkness enveloped my entire body.

“Let’s go, Rakul!”

“Yeah!”

Fluttering in jet black, I once again charged forward…