30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 5

Yord Decker was a talented individual who had graduated at the top of the Academy's Swordsmanship Department.

Though he came from a minor knight family without a proper title, he prided himself on his swordsmanship, confident that it rivaled even that of noble-born knights.

The fact that he had graduated at the top of a department full of outstanding individuals was proof enough.

For this reason, Yord was proud of his swordsmanship and believed he could become the best in the kingdom's most prestigious knight order, the White Lion Knights.

‘There are plenty of formidable seniors, but none I can't surpass. In five years, no—two years, I'll surpass them all.’

Yord, with his strong ambition for success, had set his goal on becoming the vice-captain of the Third Division of the White Lion Knights, one of three divisions.

Of course, considering that the current captain of the Third Division was one of the kingdom's only three Aura Users, surpassing him was still a distant dream.

For now, his immediate goal was to become the vice-captain, which meant he needed to seize an opportunity to catch the captain’s eye.

‘Senior Lihan...’

That was when Yord’s gaze landed on a senior knight, whose name he wasn't sure was Lihan or Ihan.

He had heard that this senior had been a soldier but had caught the eye of the captain and been made a knight, and that he was considered something of an outsider even within the knight order.

To be honest, Yord had been puzzled when he first heard about him.

Apparently, this senior hadn’t even mastered the basics of "Aura Techniques."

The gap between someone who had mastered Aura Techniques and someone who hadn’t was as vast as the difference between a cat and a lion.

‘Of course, there must be something special about him if he’s still in the order. I can’t let my guard down.’

Yord had no ill will toward him.

He himself was from a minor knight family, with no proper title or land, and had no right to look down on anyone. In fact, he even pitied Lihan.

But pity was just pity.

Yord intended to use him as a stepping stone for his own rise to success.

So...

‘Don't call me heartless, senior.’

Although Yord didn’t underestimate him, he was still confident that he wouldn’t lose.

──He realized it was arrogance in less than five minutes.

“Hah! Haaah...!”

“Hang in there a bit more. I haven’t even warmed up yet.”

“Haaah, cough!”

“...Your stamina’s way too weak.”

His opponent was playing with him.

Jake and the rest of the knights were all focused on the match between the new recruit and Ihan, and every one of them couldn't help but click their tongues.

‘What a relentless guy.’

‘He’s completely toying with him.’

‘...Still the same as always.’

Tap, tap-tap!

Just as when the match had started, Yord was the one charging in first.

His sword, based on swift swordsmanship, showed countless variations, creating a dazzling spectacle.

It was a technique impressive enough to confuse the eyes, and a few of the knights watching couldn't help but frown, unable to see how they would block such an attack.

His skills were undoubtedly worthy of someone who had graduated at the top of the Swordsmanship Department.

Had he not come from such a minor family, he would have easily fit into the First or Second Division, not just the Third.

But his opponent was too strong.

If Yord had fought someone else, he would have likely shown a better result or at least made a strong impression.

‘He’s blocking every single one of them.’

Ihan blocked or deflected all of Yord’s dazzling sword strikes.

He didn’t counterattack, only defended, which might give the impression that he was being overwhelmed.

But if someone could defend against relentless attacks for five minutes without a single hit, with the attacker drenched in sweat while the defender wasn’t even breaking a sweat or showing any signs of fatigue, it was no longer a defense but outright mockery.

“Hoo, that’s some impressive swordsmanship. What’s the name of that technique?”

“Hah! Haaah!”

“Hmm, well, don’t answer now. You’re about to pass out.”

“Grrr!”

To others, it might have sounded like mocking, but the knights knew.

That compliment was genuine.

Which made it even more humiliating.

‘That’s what makes me hate him so much.’

Those who had faced Ihan knew.

He wasn’t some genius who could break down an opponent’s swordsmanship just by observing it, nor was he a seasoned veteran who could overwhelm his opponent with experience.

He was...

‘He just observes everything closely and blocks it.’

Or he simply reacts and blocks.

As absurd as it might sound, Ihan simply watched his opponent's weapon until the very end and blocked it.

No matter where the attack came from or how unpredictable it was, he would watch it until the last second and ‘block it perfectly.’

It was something so absurd that any warrior who used a weapon would be dumbfounded.

Everyone knows that blocking or dodging swords, spears, and arrows is only possible if you can see and react to them in time.

If anyone claimed it was easy to block while watching, they’d either never held a sword before or were an idiot who only talked big.

What Ihan did was akin to a circus act, or perhaps a demonstration of sheer skill.

It seemed simple, but it was impossible. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

To do such a thing, one’s body had to move precisely as they desired, without the slightest deviation.

And so...

“Honestly, why did he pick a fight with that guy only to suffer this humiliation?”

Jake shook his head, pitying the rookie.

Panting like he was about to collapse, Yord felt his mind growing foggy.

He didn’t care if it was dirt or anything else; he wanted to lie down immediately.

His anxiety was growing, and his mind was close to shutting down.

‘What, what is this person?!’

Impressive? Skilled? Talented?

No, that wasn’t it.

He had never seen someone like this, not even in the Swordsmanship Department.

It was just...

‘He’s strong, just strong...!’

He was simply strong.

It wasn’t that his technique was amazing or that he had mastered some extraordinary swordsmanship.

He was just strong.

“Ugh!”

With a desperate move, Yord launched into his Eight Phantom Sword Technique.

It was one of the Phantom Sword techniques, where rapid movements of the wrist and footwork created numerous illusions, making it seem like there were multiple swords.

At its peak, even the wielder's body appeared to multiply, creating a disorienting effect.