30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 10

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The fierce sound of air being split filled the air as the heavy object sliced through it. With a solid iron ball weighing about 50kg fastened to the end of an iron bar, swinging it like a sword created a loud, lethal noise. If something as hefty as that struck a wild boar, it would surely die instantly.

But, impressive as this training may have seemed, it had a major drawback.

Crunch! Snap!

The strain on the wrists, elbows, shoulders, waist—essentially the entire body—was immense. The average weight of most swords ranged from 1kg to 1.5kg. Heavier swords could go beyond 5kg, but those were rare. Generally, no one used excessively heavy swords.

The reason was simple: using such a weapon was a surefire way to destroy your body. No matter how slowly you swung it, one wrong move could leave you crippled.

This training method, which Ehan had dubbed the Diamond Body Training, was one of the extreme regimens he practiced.

"Huuuu!"

The first time he tried this method, he had nearly ended up permanently injured. He was shocked by the weight, realizing how reckless it was to even attempt to swing it. But Ehan didn’t give up. He started with 5kg and gradually increased the weight, slowly adapting to the heaviness and intensity of the training.

Now, he had reached the point where he could handle a 60kg iron bar and ball combined—truly a triumph of human perseverance.

...Well.

Snap.

“Ah, it broke again.”

Sometimes, though, his wrist or elbow would give way, snapping under the pressure.

This brutal workout was also known by another name that Ehan had coined: Total Body Destruction.

After consuming a large amount of nutrients and resting, his body would begin to recover. His bones and muscles healed quickly, but when it came to tendons or joints, even his troll-like regenerative ability took more than two hours to repair the damage. The only person who had ever witnessed this madness was Jake, the only friend Ehan had in the knightly order.

"Are you trying to kill yourself? What kind of insane training is this?" Jake had once asked, genuinely horrified.

Was it really that extreme?

‘...Yeah, it probably is.’

Even Ehan sometimes thought that this method was too much. Trusting solely in his regeneration was risky, as one mistake could leave him permanently crippled. But the reason he persisted with this dangerous regimen was simple: it worked. His muscles, bones, and overall physical structure had visibly improved through this training.

Take, for example, that guy he fought yesterday, Yordran. His swordsmanship was fast and flashy, requiring precise deflection or parrying. But Ehan had none of those refined skills. He only blocked with brute force.

Yet, despite taking Yordran's attacks head-on, Ehan had suffered no damage. His hands didn’t even shake.

What could explain that?

‘It’s proof this training is paying off.’

His muscles and bones had become so resilient that they absorbed even the heaviest blows, distributing the impact without harm.

It was like his entire body had become a suit of armor. In fact, during a recent sparring session with Baltar, he had been able to withstand twice as many hits as before. He could now endure twenty strikes, where before, he could barely handle ten.

It was a groundbreaking achievement...

“Achievement, my foot... I’m still getting pummeled.”

Ehan stretched his now-recovered body, scowling. The thought of how overwhelming Baltar still was made his blood boil.

What was it Baltar had said?

["Hoho, you've become an even better punching bag. Such a diligent boy. Did you do all this just to give me a better feel for my strikes? Hohoho."]

If that wasn’t mockery, what was?

That old monster...!

“Maybe it’s time to increase the weight?”

Should he up the weight of the iron bar, or should he extend the training sessions? The question gnawed at him. He still couldn’t see a way to beat that old man, but if there was one thing Ehan could surpass him in, it might just give him an edge.

Endurance. If his already durable body became even tougher, if he could take hit after hit without his body giving out, then maybe—just maybe—he could land a critical blow.

“Iiiii!”

Thud!

“....”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I tripped.”

“...Are you alright, maid? Did you hurt your knees or, um, your face?”

“Hehe, I’m fine, knight. Luckily, I’m pretty sturdy. I once got hit by a mace and was completely fine! Hehe.”

“...Uh, is that so.”

...Where should he even start?

Should he be more concerned that she had been hit by a mace, or should he ask about her secret to surviving it? Ehan looked at the uninvited guest with a bewildered expression.

The previous day, Crown Princess Isis had made a request. Or rather, it was less of a request and more of a command.

However, Ehan had said:

“I refuse. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to avoid getting entangled with nobles like you? Why should I get involved with you now?”

"How heartless. There are countless people who would give their lives for one of my ‘requests.’"

"Then ask them. I’m not interested in giving up my life."

His attitude was not just cold; it was outright defiant.

"I’ve done enough being used once. You think I’m your hunting dog?"

This was a warning.

Even though his opponent was the heir to the kingdom, and despite the fact that skilled warriors were swarming outside, Ehan was not to be underestimated. He had been growing stronger for one reason: to never live the way he did in his past life.

"Crown Princess, if you see me as anything less than a brother and more as some tool to be used, then you’ve come to the wrong person. I may follow you now out of respect for your power and our connection, but if you cross the line, I will destroy everything. Power, connections—none of it will matter."

“...”

His words were genuine, a declaration that he was ready to fight for his life. Isis, sensing his resolve, furrowed her brow in irritation.

"You insolent brat. You dare speak to me like that?"

"Siblings should act like siblings."

"...Do you enjoy winning arguments with women?"

"I’m a staunch believer in gender equality. Equal rights, equal fights."

"...You uncouth fool."

Isis was the first to back down. From birth, she had possessed extraordinary talents, and for forty years, she had ruled with wisdom and strength. Very few had ever dared to speak to her like this.

Smack!

"Let me repeat: this isn’t a command, but simply a request, one I hope you will accept."

Thwack.