Chapter 245

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The place the place the rematch between Zion and the Hero befell was the Heros unique coaching floor.

Naturally, entry was prohibited for undergraduates, however as a substitute of safety guards, Kasim stood there with a smile.

Hiya, Leciel, good afternoon.

He not solely didnt cease Leciel, however kindly guided her.

Grandmother is ready on the primary ground of that constructing. Theres nonetheless over half-hour till it begins, so youll have loads of time to speak.

Thanks.

Leciel bowed her head barely and continued working.

As she approached the ready room, her confusion grew.

A rematch.

What wind blew for them to make such a selection?

Leciel naturally recalled Zion over the previous few years.

When Zion realized that her granddaughter was not as proficient as she had hoped, she appeared to lose all motivation.

She even stopped her personal sword coaching, not simply guiding others.

It was a whole retirement.

Since then, it appeared like she had been compensated for the tough years of effort and restraint.

She devoted herself to social actions like an bizarre noblewoman.

She appeared so comfy, letting go of attachments and regrets.

Subsequently, Leciel thought Zion had utterly let go of any lingering emotions concerning the sword.

However why now immediately?

Until she might win.

The end result of the rematch was as clear as day.

She misplaced ten years in the past, and now she thinks she will win?

Leciel remembered vividly ten years in the past.

It was so surprising she couldnt assist however keep in mind.

At the moment, Zion was just like the sky itself to her.

Nobody she knew doubted Zions power.

However at some point, a younger man appeared, asking for a sword battle, and the whole lot modified.

Dim moonlight.

A pitch-black greatsword.

The second her grandmother knelt down and the Form Shifter rolled on the bottom.

The picture was engraved in Leciels thoughts as vividly as if it have been yesterday.

The will to interrupt the Hero took root deep in her coronary heart then.

That is an unreasonable rematch.

Leciel gritted her tooth.

Ten years had handed since then.

Her grandmother had put down her sword, and the Hero had tirelessly traveled the battlefield, sharpening his sword.

In any case, her grandmother couldnt win.

The one that knew that higher than anybody could be Zion, who had confronted the Hero and his sword straight.

So why?

Inviting me to witness it too.

The clearest reminiscence of that day was her grandmothers expression.

After the defeat. Zion didnt have a look at the opponent who defeated her.

Her infinite gaze was directed in the direction of Leciel, who had secretly come out to observe from one of many barracks.

It was a second when many issues broke inside her grandmother.

Why would she need to repeat that?

Within the connectors message, there was an insistence from the Hero to attend the rematch.

He wouldnt have made such a requirement with out Zions consent.

Her thoughts was difficult and noisy.

The one one that might reply these tangled questions was one.

Click on-

Leciel pushed open the door to the ready room.

A relaxed voice greeted her.

You got here?

Grandmother.

Zion sat on the ground of the ready room, wanting up at Leciel.

Subsequent to her lay an ordinary-looking sword.

Leciel realized there was one thing she wanted to do earlier than dispelling her collected doubts.

Use the Form Shifter.

Zion smiled faintly at her granddaughter, who held out her scabbard.

No, there isn’t any want.

Sure?

Anticipating her grandmother to simply accept the sword, Leciels eyes widened in shock.

Zion, who was proficient in nearly all varieties of swords, thought of the Form Shifter an efficient artifact, nearly a punctuation mark in swordsmanship.

She by no means anticipated her to refuse it.

.

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The dialog paused for a second.

Neither the granddaughter nor the grandmother knew what to say.

The connection between them had reached such a stage.

With a pissed off expression, Leciel clenched her tooth for a second, then couldnt maintain again the phrases she had saved inside.

Why are you doing this? Theres no means you may win.

She knew it was a comment that will harm her grandmothers delight.

However Leciel couldnt assist however say it.

I do know. Attaining this stage of accomplishment at your age is uncommon. However its nonetheless not sufficient. Its too missing.

Anyway I really feel terribly embarrassed for realizing these items so late.

Zion picked up the iron sword from the ground.

Leciel lastly realized that it was nearly time for the confrontation to start.

She urgently known as out to Zion.

Its the rematch. If its due to me, its okay now. You dont must do it. I already know the way you’re feeling!

Leciel was very anxious about this confrontation.

Dropping to somebody as a swordsman was not a straightforward factor.

Would experiencing that ache as soon as make it much less painful?

Now that she had reconciled along with her grandmother, she might go away the duty of defeating the Hero to her.

However Zion simply smiled faintly.

This confrontation. Come to consider it, it wasnt for you.

What?

It was for me.

Zions grip on the sword tightened.

I cant go away behind the picture of a cowardly grandmother to my solely granddaughter. I need to be remembered by you as somebody admirable. So simply watch.

Leciel opened her mouth in shock for a second, then closed it once more.

It appeared like a hearty laughter was about to burst out.

She approached Zion and tightly wrapped her fingers round her grandmothers.

Win. Please.

With out hesitation, Zion nodded her head.

Return the title of Sword Saint to Hiyashin, Grandmother.

Sure, that burden had at all times been hers from the beginning.

Pleasure crammed Leciels eyes.

It was the primary time in a protracted whereas that Zion confronted her.

However nonetheless.

Yeah?

In poor health defeat the professor too. Its my purpose as properly.

The identical willpower mirrored in Zions eyes.

I consider you are able to do it, indubitably.

After glancing at Leciel one final time, the previous Sword Saint turned and left the ready room.

* * *

Yussi made a number of private arenas for me.

Amongst them, one was solely for duels, resembling a round area with a coated ceiling.

There are spectator seats for watching.

Because it wasnt an official match, there have been no procedures for who entered first or something like that.

I entered the world first and waited for the previous Sword Saint on one facet.

The Hero and the previous Sword Saint.

In comparison with their fame as duelists, the variety of spectators was modest.

In fact, if the rematch have been introduced, there could be a flood of spectators, even when they needed to pay a fortune, however naturally, this fight was saved secret.

Kasim and Labin, in addition to Pia, who was saved on standby in case of any accidents.

And

Right here she comes.

There was a passage within the ready room hall that linked to the spectator seats.

Leciel arrived on the spectator seats, cautiously wanting round earlier than taking her seat.

It appeared like her dialog with Zion had ended properly.

Thud-

The previous Sword Saint walked in the direction of me from the alternative facet.

Judging by Zions expression, I might inform her dialog with Leciel had ended properly.

A relaxed face.

A face ready for battle.

Swish-

Phrases arent mandatory, are they?

I grasped the Black Hope.

Zions posture step by step lowered as she noticed it.

For a second, a refined emotion flickered throughout my face.

It might be described as pressure, dealing with the one who was as soon as known as the strongest with a sword earlier than Ted.

However now, it was irreversible.

And I didnt need to flip again.

Following Labins recommendation, whereas swinging the sword numerous instances, one thing saved touching my nerves, as if hinting at one thing.

Though I had realized Infinity Second type, I had a sense I might go additional.

To verify that, this confrontation was mandatory.

I took a deep breath and strengthened my grip.

Our gazes met.

The crimson eyes flickered intensely.

Regardless that they have been distant, they burned vividly earlier than me.

Thump-

Clap-

Concurrently, Zions footsteps on the ground widened-

Ted Redymer!

Once I blinked, she was already in entrance of me.

A glint of her smile brushed towards the blade.

In poor health present you the Sword of Hiyashin once more!

Thats what I longed for.

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