Talent System: I Instantly Master My Opponents Skills
Chapter 116: His Name Is Hereon (1)

Chapter 116: His Name Is Hereon (1)

...Outside The A-Dungeon

Main Hachiman Clan building

A boy continuously swung his broadsword.

The sun beat down on his body and his sweat pooled all over the training ground.

His feet danced across the ground as he swung his sword, but every strike failed to pass the defenses of the man he was up against.

The figure clad in a black uniform blocked all of the boy’s advances easily.

"Let’s take a break."

The figure in black suggested. The person had a masculine voice so it wasn’t hard to tell their gender.

The boy stopped mid-swing and nodded.

He fell onto the ground, dropping his sword next to him.

"Haah."

He let out a deep breath, feeling his clothing cling to his skin.

The boy’s long blue hair reached his shoulders. And his scarlet red eyes stared into space, unblinking.

He had a handsome face with features defined a bit too well.

For several moments, he stared into space, as if it held the answers he desired.

"Let’s continue."

The boy picked up his broadsword as he got up.

He entered a battle stance.

The figure in black nodded.

He entered the Hachiman clan battle stance, posing his sword to block the boy’s advances.

The boy lunged forward.

His broadsword arched through the air with the intention of cleaving his opponent in two.

The figure in black remained calm, his body unmoving.

With a deft swing of his sword, the man expertly redirected the boy’s blade.

The boy’s sword was deflected to the side.

"Master Hereon, you should take a proper break."

The man in the Hachiman clan guard uniform suggested.

However, the boy, Hereon, ignored him.

He shifted his weight and spun, aiming for the guard’s legs.

The man stepped to the side and brought his sword down.

Both weapons clashed against each other, and Hereon was overpowered.

Hereon moved backwards, his breathing erratic as he took in oxygen to his lungs.

"Master Hereon, you should take a proper break now, you’ve been doing this for an hour without rest."

Hereon ignored the man again.

He brought his sword down and used it to stabilize himself.

"This doesn’t end until I say it ends." He replied, his gaze focused on his opponent.

The figure didn’t respond.

’I’ve been fighting this guy for an hour and even then he doesn’t seem to be fatigued in the least, but I’m already on my last knees.’

’This is the difference between a rank 2 and a rank 4.’

Recently, Hereon had just advanced to rank 4.

While the man he was practicing with had already reached his peak, the man’s potential was only rank 2.

And this man was formerly a guard, but had now been tasked with the responsibility of training the child of the second elder.

"Master Hereon, while your unwavering determination is commendable, if you continue pushing yourself like this, you might not be able to move for the next upcoming days."

Hereon charged at the guard.

[Breathing Technique]

His muscles bulged, threatening to rip out of his clothes the split-second the breathing technique was activated.

His senses sharpened and his mind became clearer, he could feel the power he had gained.

He moved with a short explosive burst of speed.

He swung his broadsword with a speed and precision that outshone all his previous attempts.

Flames gathered at the blade of his sword as it sliced through the air, it blazed through the air like a comet.

His instructor braced himself for impact.

Hereon’s strike landed squarely on the man’s sword, the shock of the impact resonating through his bones.

But it was still unable to get past his defenses.

The man was momentarily taken aback by the force the boy had put in the strike.

It outdid all his previous tries.

But the instructor quickly recovered, he moved Hereon’s sword to the side as they clashed.

And landed a lethal kick to the boy’s side.

The instructor was experienced, after fighting various monsters in the dungeons he had entered, he knew how to exert enough force to render Hereon incapable of fighting without killing him.

The Hachiman clan boy’s body was flung to the side like a ragdoll.

His body rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

"Now that he’s not able to fight, its only a matter of time until the weariness of fighting for an hour catches up to him."

The instructor murmured to himself.

"Until then..."

He paused.

He wiped his eyes in confusion, checking to see if it was lying to him.

"Why is he still able to move?"

Hereon was struggling to get up.

It was as if his body was being controlled by a force that moved him. But his scarlet-red eyes were still open, in fact they were wide open.

He wasn’t being controlled.

The instructor was lost for words, wondering if this was really part of the main family and not someone like him.

For someone like him, the chance to even enter a rank 4 dungeon was opportune.

And when he got the chance to enter, he poured his heart into every fight.

But the willpower this boy was showcasing...

"Master Hereon, stay down!"

It was an order.

If something happened to the boy, he would be the one at fault.

But the boy did not heed his words, instead his words seemed to incite anger into the boy.

Hereon stood up, his body wasn’t normal.

His body was surrounded by a fiery aura, one that made the temperature around him increase exponentially.

It wasn’t normal.

If the instructor wasn’t wearing the Hachiman clan guard uniform, his expression would show his confusion, shock and disbelief.

"Something is wrong."

The man darted towards Hereon.

"I’ll have to knock him out."

Hereon didn’t bother to pick up his sword, he charged at the instructor with his bare fists.

"He’s moving fast... too fast!"

The speed Hereon moved at wasn’t something a rank 4 whom had newly advanced to his rank could muster.

The instructor chose to knock him out quickly.

He swung the wide side of his blade, hoping a single hit by it would knock Hereon unconscious.

However, the boy didn’t want that. He dodged the strike fluidly.

Then, before the instructor could continue with a follow-up strike or retrieve his blade, Hereon aimed to grab the blade.

But the weapon went through his palm.

The instructor couldn’t believe the sight of it.

The boy in front of him had actually pierced his palm with the sword.

He tried to retract the blade, but it didn’t move.

In a second, Hereon’s other fist smashed into the blade.

It broke.

There was a moment of confusion.

Sweat poured down the instructor’s forehead as the heat Hereon was emanating was too much.

The boy ignored the steel that was stuck in his skin, as if he did not register any pain at all.

Then, he delivered a kick to the man’s abdomen, sending him crashing backwards.

’This...’

Hereon thought, a wave of nostalgia hitting him.

He completely forgot about everything that was happening; the piece of the blade stuck in his palm, the instructor whom he had just attacked and his surroundings.

’Is just like in the dungeon.’

Hereon collapsed, the toll of the breathing technique coming to effect.

He fell on the ground.

He was unconscious.

...

When the boy finally came back to his senses, he was in his room.

He was in a daze as the memories of what had happened in the afternoon came to him. He had fought with his instructor.

And had landed a hit on the man.

Hereon let out a sigh.

The memories of what happened this afternoon were intense.

They also reminded him of what happened some months ago.

He got out of the bed.

’In the rank 4 dungeon, I used this same thing.’

When he was fighting the instructor he felt a weird surge of power in him, it was different from the breathing technique, and it was certainly more powerful.

He also felt the same thing when he fought the Giant Arachnid Spider sub-boss.

Hereon noticed that he was still wearing his sweat soaked clothes.

’But they never mentioned anything about this, mana coating has a different effect than what I experienced.’

Mana coating was coating one’s skin in mana for an increase in their physical capabilities.

For Hereon, he knew that what he was doing and mana coating was different from each other.

He hadn’t thought about it before because he considered it irrelevant; he was blinded in anger during that time and didn’t focus on the power that was bubbling within him.

But now, it had happened two times now, and he could trace it back to what happened some months ago.

He walked out of his room.

The first thing he noticed was that the place was eerily quiet, almost as if he was the only one here.

’The maids aren’t around, where could they have gone?’

That meant something.