Spirit of the sword

On that same day once Alan had finished eating breakfast with his mother and was able to move around freely on his own, he quickly walked through the estate of the dragon clan.

The dragon clan's estate was massive, its size easily surpassed that of a large village and many members of the dragon clan could be seen moving around doing their daily activities.

While he was walking, he happened to come across a particular building where there were many different members of the dragon clan were gathered training their sword hands.

'Hmm, their techniques are different from the one I had learnt and developed in the past.' Alan thought to himself.

While he was still the 'Overlord' Ruler of the battlefield. He had trained for hundreds of years in many different sword styles and techniques, but the one that was being taught was of a style that was currently unknown to Alan, He was filled with the urge to stay and observe their training but, he scolded himself as he moved forward.

The most important thing now is to see how strong he was currently he couldn't allow himself to get distracted now.

Alan walked through a courtyard admiring the many different sceneries as many different plants and buildings entered his field of view. Over his head was a clear blue sky as the sun rays spill downwards blessing the open space with its dazzling glow.

"If I didn't have Alan's memories then I probably would be stunned seeing this residence for the first time." He muttered to himself.

Even though the dragon clan's estate could not be compared with the goddess, Udea's mansion which he had seen many times, it was still a beautiful sight.

'Speaking of which, a thousand years had already elapse. I wonder how the goddess is doing right now.' He wondered as he slumped his shoulders.

He was the strongest knight serving the goddess and he was also her greatest asset when facing her sister. Now that Ellard was dead and had been reborn, while losing most of his powers in the process. The goddess of death was probably rejoicing at the moment.

"Sigh! Whatever I'll make sure to deal with that woman once I had regained my powers again." He muttered.

The first step is to see his current level, while he was reborn into the body of a small child, he could still grow stronger from here, Alan smiled wryly it was like he had started over from zero again.

He then made his way toward a small garden where there was no one around, the scent of various flowers accompanied with the tranquil breeze filled the air.

Alan stopped before a small pond where small fish could be seen swimming.

"First things, first my sword." Alan turned his head towards a giant tree not far in the distance. He slowly approached it before sitting down into a meditation position.

His first steps to getting stronger is to reconnect with his spirit sword 'Blood reaper' was a legendary sword said to be capable of slaying both gods and demons, why did Ellard have that kind of sword? He wasn't sure himself. The goddess, Udea also wasn't sure about it herself either. But the goddess of death knew about it and wanted to kill him before he could use it.

Spirit swords were extremely special, there each had their ranks and abilities. Great rank was common and one that most people are more likely to awaken, while mythical rank is a more powerful than great rank, mythical Spirit swords are able to communicate with their partners and lend them powers of their own will.

While legendary rank was by far the most powerful a Spirit sword can go, at least there has never been a higher rank than this, not only can legendary Spirit swords communicate with their partners, but they can also materialize into different forms from their sword form.

Alan closed his eyes and took deep breaths, feeling a tingling sensation deep within his soul. He could see it! He could feel it! He wasn't mistaken it was his beloved sword who had accompanied him through many battles.

The sword had a black hilt, and its blade was a deep shade of red, as though it was bathe in the blood of many of its unfortunate victims!

'Come.' He called out to his sword in his mind. At his call light gathered in his outstretched hand, as a sword with a red blade suddenly appeared there, filling the surrounding in its divine aura.

The sword was two meters long, its blade was a deep shade of red, as though it had been bathed in the blood of its victims. On the cross guard of the sword there was a small gemstone embedded inside it.

"Heh, so I was right, even though I was reborn, since my soul stays the same, I can still summon the blood reaper sword." Alan said, as he looked at his sword.

His expression extremely pleased as he sighed in relief. In this new Era, in this new body it would have been a lie if he said he wasn't worried, since his body was only as strong as a regular boy his age but...

'I'll get strong just like I did before.' He thought with determination, but just then.

[That's more like it! I was worried you were going to be depressed after being reborn and losing all your previous strength.] A soft and melodious voice sounded inside his head.

"Oh, is that you Akane?" Alan asked, a faint smile tugged at his lips. [Heh, who else could it be but your favorite partner.] Her voice sounded back cheerful.

"Can you come out right now?" Alan asked, glancing at his sword. [Nope, unfortunately, not with your current abilities being weakened my abilities had also weakened. I won't be able to materialize until I have recovered a little more of my strength] Akane replied, sighing. "I see... oh well, we'll regain the things that we had lost and meet Lady Udea again. Then... we will deal with that goddess for what she did to us back then." Alan said clenching his fist.

[I see... that's good but, can you not squeeze me so tight even though I'm in sword form I can still feel the sensation of my neck being squeezed you know.] Akane responded, in a sulking tone.

"Sorry about that, now then I want to try swinging my sword now. it's impossible for me to activate your abilities right now but, my swordsmanship skills should be about the same as before. Though, this body still lack the necessary experience I had back then." Alan said while getting to his feet. Standing beneath the tree as the gentle breeze continues to caress his face, causing his beautiful silver hair to sway by the wind.

Swoosh!

With a single motion of his arms, he swung his sword downwards! Slicing at a small leaf that had fallen from the tree, it dances gently as it slowly made its way downwards, but with a graceful motion the leaf easily dodges the sword, 'Tch, as I thought this body is too weak.' Alan thought, usually cutting through something like a leaf was child's play for him, but with him being inside the inexperienced body of Alan such a thing was simply impossible at the moment.

"Sigh! What a pain it's going to be, perhaps before I start training my swordsmanship, I should first start training this body first." Alan suggested.

[Indeed, that would be preferable.] Akane agreed.

"In that case I'll try some simple exercises for the time being." Alan said.