Water God Style HQ

{Part 1}

In the Capital of Asura Kingdom, City of Ars...

The Imperial City Ars.

The world's largest capital.

The city was named after the hero who led the Human race to victory in the Human-Demon War.

A city that takes your breath away.

High up on the top of a hill sits a majestic castle, the Silver Palace.

Surrounding the castle are the huge mansions belonging to the higher nobles.

Boulevards extend out of the surrounding city wall.

A huge coliseum.

A gorgeous training ground for knights.

Beautiful temples for the Saint Milis religion.

An aqueduct system that spread throughout the city.

Headquarters to the world's largest trading companies.

Dojo and headquarters of the Water God style.

A packed opera theater district.

A Tavern district filled with decorations and the scent of beautiful women.

A Gate that was made to commemorate the victory of the Laplace Campaign.

Spreading far without end in sight, no matter how far my eyes can see.

Beyond the Arteil Mother's river, and on and on....

It is said that this is the oldest city of the Human race in the world.

Excerpt from 『Walk the World』 written by adventurer Bloody Kant..

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{Part 2}

Inside the HQ of the Water God Style. It was a big dojo.

Reinhard is wearing his throughly polished armor, with the symbol of the Boreas Greyrat family on his chest plate.

He looked exactly like a young boy in cosplaying a certain character, except that he was a true Knight.

"I am Reinhard Greyrat! A Knight who served Lord Sauros Boreas Greyrat! Representative of the Water God Style headquarters show yourselves to me! And I wish to cross our swords!"

Reinhard raised his voice that the entire Dojo could hear him. The disciples who were in the middle of practice furiously gathered around him.

"How dare you kid."

"Do you want to die, huh?!"

"Cross swords? Can you even swing your sword properly?"

They heard the name of the Sauros Boreas Greyrat. A noble family with great influence and high pedigree. Also one of the current 4 Feudal Lords.

Looking at his golden blonde hair, he could be one of those children with Royal blood in them too.

The disciples in the dojo couldn't help but glare at his disrespectful attitude. They only think of him as a spoiled brat who never even fight a serious fight once in his life.

"How about it kid? Show me what you got." A man who looked very refined and strong came.

He was an Advanced rank Water God Style swordsman. Not just any person could reach that rank. It needed decades of practice before you could reach that rank. Amongst the disciples, he is one of the strongest.

"Who are you? I have no interest with small fries like you, dumbass."

"You..."

Even though the man was provoked, he remained calm. As a Water God Style practitioner who is known for parrying and sending counterattack, throwing the first strike is the worst move.

"What are you all plebians looking at? Do you wanna die?" Reinhard unsheathed the sword from his scabbard. And pointed it at the man.

"Everyone, let's do it!"

"Let's make that kid pay!"

"It's just a kid! There's nothing to be afraid of!"

"How dare you come here with that arrogant attitude! We'll teach you a lesson!"

Everyone inside the Dojo were riled up from Reinhard's words.

"I'll make you regret going here so blatantly kid."

Even if they were trained in etiquette and act elegant as a Water God Style practitioners, at the end of the day they are still swordsmen. They speak through their swords.

"Stop yip and yapping you fucking weaklings! Come at me!"

With that one last provocation, instantly nearly all of the disciples ganged up on him.

Even if the Water God Style didn't teach any special techniques on attacking, it should be enough to beat a lone boy from all sides.

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{Part 3}

"...Hm?"

It was then that Isolte realised.

"The Dojo is quite noisy."

The Dojo was adjoined to the Cruel house. That said, it was the headquarters of the Water God Style, so it took up a sizeable portion of land.

Normally you wouldn't be able to hear anything, but Isolte was a Water Saint. When the noise was mixed with anger and bloodthirst, she'd have to notice.

"Wha–"

Inside the dojo was countless of bodies lying on the ground. Their joints like knees, ankles, and wrists twisted in an angle impossible to do normally. She could hear their painful groans.

On top of those bodies was a young boy, a few years younger than her. The boy must have been the one responsible for all this.

"Hm?" As if he just noticed her, the boy called out to Isolte. "Hey kid, call the Water God here. Tell her Reinhard Greyrat-sama has come."

Isolte's head turned hot. The audacity to deliberately attack the Headquarters of the Water God Style like this, is like a declaration of war. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Isolte unsheathed her sword from her waist and got into a stance. There was not even the slightest bit of an opening.

"Oh? You wanna fight?" He know that barging in like this and beating up the disciples would make them riled up.

The moment they got their emotions get the better of them not using it as a wepon properly, immediately spelled their defeat. No... The moment they are thinking of going against him, they got defeated.

But Isolte was different. She is a Water Saint.

"What a brute! Don't your parents properly teach you manners?" She was well-versed in conversation as Water God style training included such skills in its curriculum. Skills for provoking the opponent and taking the initiative.

"What did you just say?" Now he's pissed. Reinhard could have just been calm and cool headed if he was insulted, but bringing up his parents is just going too far.

Reinhard doesn't care if he had fallen on her trap. The only thing running in his mind right now is making this girl pay for it. The veins in his temples bulging "The nerve you got kid... I don't care if your a girl or not... I'll fucking murder you..."

The radiating sharp killing intent, Isolte realized her provocation worked. The only thing she needed to do now is anticipate the trajectory of his attack, parry it, and launch a counterattack by the opening. She practiced this techniques tens of thousands of times for years ever since she's still a kid.

And then he released his attack.

A Flash of Light was released

"–!!!"

Isolte faltered.

For a young boy to use the strongest sword technique to ever exist in the world was incomprehensible for her, the [Longsword of Light].

You have at least to be Saint rank swordsman in the Sword God Style to use that Technique.

And yet there is no news that a young boy like him was a Sword Saint.

Still Isolte was not to be underestimated.

She herself was also a Saint rank swordsman.

As a Water Saint, she was capable of deflecting any attacks may it be a projectile or magic.

It will come down in the battle of strength.

Finally after a long time had passed, but it was in fact in an instant their swords finally met each other on the middle.

Both of their technique execution was perfect.

They were in a deadlock.

It all comes down in the battle of strength.

In nature, the one with a bigger build is always stronger.

Isolte is 13 years old. 4 years gap with Reinhard's 9 years old.

Naturally, Isolte would win in the battle of strength. Even if she was a girl, swordswomen could overcome the burly grown men in this world using Touki.

But one things is... Ever since he was a newborn baby, Reinhard could already stand in his own two feet. The rate of development his body had grown was exponentially faster than any humans.

Soon the clear difference between their strength was instantly decided.

Isolte was blown away by an unstoppable force hitting her like a truck.

Her entire body felt the shock coming from that attack, making her unable to make a move.

"Don't you think I'll let you off with just that kid." With a face full of anger, his sword reflected the sunlight.

"That's as far as you can go." Then a voice stopped him on his tracks.

He looked in front of him and saw an old lady, old enough to be his grandma. She should be older than 60. Moreover, if you looked carefully you'd realize that she didn't have a single opening. If you were a skilled swordsman, you could tell with a glance that no matter where you thrust your sword, it wouldn't meet its target.

Being in the presence of such a skilled swordsman, Reinhard could do nothing but be impressed by her.

"Who are you old hag?"

"What a rude boy you are. I'm the one you're looking for. Water God Reyda Reya."

Reinhard didn't doubt her one bit. His eyes were twitching restlessly sending him danger signals.

"You're having fun with my granddaughter over there. For you to overpower her, I should believe the rumors then."

"Thank you. Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Reinhard Greyrat. Sauros Boreas Greyrat's newly appointed Knight, and the disciple of [Black Wolf] Sword King Ghislaine Dedoldia." With his hand on his chest, he introduced with imposing aura. "I'll be in your care."

"My, what a good boy you are."

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{Part 4}

Isolte groaned in pain. That attack made all of her body go numb and limp. Her consciousness is still hazy.

After a few seconds her mind settled down, and involuntarily tried to rest.

Suddenly she felt like her clothes was being stripped down from her. From the outer parts down to her underwear bra. Next was her skirt.

When she finally had the idea that someone took advantage of her, she opened her eyes wide.

"Wh-wh-where do you think you're doing! You're stripping me?" The girl Isolte squirmed trying to resist.

"Behave yourself. Old lady Reyda agreed to this."

There she saw the young boy earlier that completely overpowered her. Her skirt was on her knees.

In her perspective, he was trying to remove the skirt with lecherous expression on his face. The kind of face she could see often from several Asuran nobles in this Kingdom.

"Eek! Horrible! Pervert! Lowlife! Nooooooo!"

"Shut up and stay still!"

"No I don't want to! Kyaaaaaaahh!! I won't become a bride anymoooooorreee!"

Resistance is futile.

Today right here and right now, her chastity is going to be violated.

Isolte was just like any other girl. She dreamed of marrying a handsome prince or nobleman someday.

Her romantic fantasies are filled with some of the storybooks she had read when she's still a child.

'At least, he's stronger than me... And he looked good...' Is what she thought.

As a talented swordsman, she also had a standard if her partner was also a swordsman himself. And as a girl, she dreamt of marrying someone dashingly handsome.

At the very least, she was grateful that it's not an ugly fat and old noble.

'But isn't he too young?! He's just a kid!' Isolte had a vague idea on the Asuran Noble's sense of chastity. But she never thought someone as young as him could be like that.

For commoners, having their first times as 10 year olds are rare but not unheard of. It could even go younger than that, but those kinds are extreme cases.

She's prepared...

But just as she thought that she's climbing her steps to adulthood, a soothing sensation spread throughout her body. The warmth it came from was the boy that she thought that was about to violate her chastity.

"There you go. I wasted Mana on you, be grateful to me plebian shit."

"Huh?"

What did he just say? Isolte looked on her body, only to found out the numbness and pain was gone.

"Anyway I'll go to sleep. I have to waste Mana on this bunch of weaklings..." And so she saw him left her room.

She was left alone with her chastity intact.

Just thinking about what she's spouting out of her mouth earlier, just made her embarrassed. "What am I thinking? He's just a kid."