You know, in my travels I learned a lot. I learned that it's the simple gestures that speak the most. Simply patting a child on the head and saying 'Good Job' after they worked hard on something will make the brightest of smiles appear on their face. Perhaps someone is going through a trial, simply holding their hand and giving them a hug can save them in ways you can't comprehend. I should know, I was saved just like that, and it's because of that I love her more than anything.
~Regis Brassard
/-\
"I'm here again..." I mutter as I glance around the odd space.
Well, it's not like I'm distressed by it anymore. In fact I believe I'm getting used to it. Though I hope it doesn't happen every night because I do like to dream! As I was thinking this, a familar ball of light appeared to the left of me.However...
"Hm? You look different."
Yeah, instead of a simple ball of light, it's now more akin to a...flame? A gentle flame that wouldn't burn anything it touches, that's the feeling I get.
"It is because you have more faith in my existance, as well as believe I am who I say I am. In fact, I have been here in a humanoid form this whole time, but due to the lack of faith I appear as a ball of light."
As if to prove his words, he floats directly in front of me and suddenly it feels as if a firm yet gentle hand was placed on my shoulder.
Hearing and feeling this caused me to feel slightly ashamed.
"I'm sorry..."
I can't simply believe in something like this. Even if went to church numerous times with the D'arc family, I just went with the flow instead of believing for real.
"Don't worry yourself, child, there are many people who would not even be able to see me at all. Instead they would have just heard a disembodied voice."
I nodded my head but still felt slightly guilty, however I have a question that outweighs the guilt.
"Was that you who took my body over? If so, how and why?"
"Yes, that was I. As for how, I simply asked without speaking and you allowed me in. Why? Because you did not have the information necessary to answer that man's question."
"Why are you favoring France? Aren't we all your children?"
This is another thing that bothers me. What makes the French better then the English in this battle?
"There is two reasons. The first reason I can not say at this moment other then a test, for you. The second reason is that I do not favor a side. This war will happen, no matter what I do. I can not directly intervene in the battle due to certain rules placed. However, it pains me to see my children fight and kill one another. Jeanne D'arc will hear or feel my sorrow due to her faith."
I see. It's not about picking a side, but instead simply wishing for this war to end and his children to stop fighting.
...but what is he testing me for? I already heard him mention something about a test previously. Obviously he won't tell me though.
"Still, I am quite amazed I was able to take over that long. It must be because of your origin..."
I perked up a bit at hearing this. "What do you mean?"
"I am a celestial being of the highest order, humans were not meant to house a being such as myself. Your body held out despite this, and you only experienced fatigue because of it."
I hummed in understanding. If I remember correctly, there was that myth of people getting a bloody nose and such when spirits tried to possess them. Maybe it's similar to that?
"I have one more question, about the system and my origin."
"Ask."
"Since I'm 'Infinite', does that mean I don't have a level cap? Also, why are my skills capped off?"
"Ah, this is quite simple actually. Yes, you have a level cap. You see, even if your origin is infinite, your body is that of a human. Something created by my own hands. Unless you break the 'chains of fate', your level cap will be at 150. Thanks to the system, you can already attain the absolute limits of humanity but not quite to the strength of a heroic spirit, maybe a low ranking one. Not with the way you are now. As for your skills, there is no real limit, only the limit that the system will assist you."
So, it's something like that after all...haah...Well, either way its fine. I'm still a cheat due to the fact that each level I get five stat points and my strength rises at a fast rate. Even an E- rank stat of a servant is ten times stronger then an average man after all.
The area begins to shine brightly, my vision slowly cutting out. Ah, it seems it's time for me to leave again.
"Farewell for now, Regis. Remember that I will always listen to my children's prayers."
DREAM END
I wiped some sweat that had started to gather on my forhead as I sheath the now sharpened sword.
Due to strenous exercise strength has been increased by 1!
Huh, you would expect Vitality to go up from this. Though I guess sharpening long swords continuously for multiple hours would be pretty difficult for a normal person.
"Hmmm...all done with the swords. Now how am I supposed to reinforce them? My enhancements only last a few hours at most." I muttered to myself with my right hand cupping my chin.
He basically said to pray, but do I still activate my magic circuits while I do so? Do I reinforce them and then pray?
Haah...I guess I'll just have to find out through trial and error. Why does he always have to be so vague!?
I sat criss cross on the stone floor of the smithing area, a plain iron short sword in my hands. Closing my eyes, I once again imagine a hammer striking an anvil.
'break the chains'
Three circuits opened as I first used structual grasp on the blade before reinforcing and fixing all the imperfections. Green neon lines travel down my arm and to the sword, causing it to light up briefly before going back to normal.
Reinforced Iron Short Sword
Attack 175
The typical weapon wielded by guards and fresh soldiers, typically wielded alongside a shield. Reinforced with magic to increase weapons attack.
Reinforcement Duration: 3:59:44
So, 4 hours is my current limit? I wonder if there is even a way to increase the time normally.
Still, the weapon had an increase of around 50 or so in attack thanks to this. This puts it at the level of most active Knights/soldiers. Though it's not even close to a nobles sword, of course.
Most Noble families are taught to wield blades at a young age, males are anyway. While some, like that noble brat I fought all those years ago, wield useless blades that are made to look good due to the hilt, most nobles have the finest crafted swords before they go to battle.
I'd say the attack that a Noble's Rapier would have is around the mid 200's, while their swords can range from 300-350.
"Alright...I guess I should pray?"
Awkwardly, I got to my knees with the sword in both hands, raised slightly to the sky as if I was offering it to the heavens...despite being indoors.
"O lord, I ask that you bless this sword for my companions so that it may be strong enough to fight off our foes."
Ding
It worked!? After praying my system suddenly dinged at me!
Opening my eyes, I see a notification in the upper right corner of my vision.
Hm? It looks like a text box, or rather it is an image of a text box? So I recieved a message? I didn't think that was even possible!
Hesitantly, I clicked the icon.
Good try, but you shouldn't reinforce the weapon before asking me to! Try again!
Message Sent From: God
Oi! He placed himself as God! Also, why didn't you say that before!?
Heaving a sigh, I placed the sword I reinforced to the side before grabbing another short sword.
This time I instantly got onto my knees and held the blade up like before.
"O lord, I ask that you bless this sword for my companions so that it may be strong enough to fight off our foes."
As I was saying this, I imagined the hammer hitting the anvil, as well as internally intoning my aria.
A surprised grunt left my lips as five of my magic circuits slammed open and a large amount of prana flooded into the blade.
SHATTER
"Gah!"
I cried out in shock as the sword in my hand shattered like glass and a few shards of iron embedded into my arm!
Letting out a string of curses, I tear the pieces out and downed a potion from my inventory to stop the bleeding. Currently I'm only wearing a black short sleeved shirt, and black trousers tucked into some brown boots.
Ding
I glare at the message icon before pressing on it.
My bad, I forced too much of your prana into the blade! Please try again, I will get it right this time.
Message sent from: God
I gingerly moved the now lone hilt to the side before I grabbed yet another short sword.
I repeat the previous process, this time only four circuits gently open and fix the imperfections of the blade. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the blade seems to be...glowing slightly?
Unlike the normal neon color, this is a light yellow color.
Reinforced Holy Iron Short Sword
Attack 190
The typical weapon wielded by guards and fresh soldiers, typically wielded alongside a shield. Reinforced with magic to increase weapons attack. This sword has also been blessed by God, giving it a holy property. This blade has increased effectivness against undead, or demonic beings.
It worked!!
Not only that, but it doesn't seem to have a time limit! So it's permanent?
"Wait, do I have to do this hunreds of times!?"
/0\
In the end, it took me around two days to complete the task, even having to go inside Aincrad for multiple hours to get myself some more time.
I've got three more days to prepare for the attack. Maybe I should grind in Aincrad? What would I say to Trustian then? We sleep in the same room after all...
REGIS BRASSARD MALE LVL. 68
Experience: 12095/198000
HP 11120/11120
SP 675/675
SSC 5
CURRENT PRM:
ATTACK 756 (542)
DEFENCE 201 (114)
ATTRIBUTE PRM:
STR 197 (41)
DEX 86 (12)
VIT 93 (11)
AGI 201 (32)
STAT POINTS:0
Main Skills:
[1H Sword Mastery 1000/1000]
[Dual Wielding Mastery 121.6/1000]
Extra Skill:
[Spear Mastery 56.3/1000]
Skill Points: 54
Owned Skills:
《Sword Skills: 1H Sword》
[Horizontal Arc[SP 50]
-ss mastery 447
[Sonic Leap[SP 50]
-ss mastery 673
[Vorpal Srike[SP 50]
-ss mastery 376
《Sword Skill: Dual Blades》
Double Circular[SP 50
-ss mastery 52
《Battle》
[EXP Gain]
[Shunpo LV. 83/100[SP 50]
-current distance: 320 m
[Getsuga Tenshou LV. 37/100]
-[Nameless] [SP 300]
-[Named] [SP 600 plus]
[Strike Vision LV. 42/100]
-[Precognition] [SP 50]
-[Telepathy] [SP 50]
-[locked]
-[locked]
《Non-Combat》
[Cooking LV. MAX]
[Blacksmithing LV. 81/100]
《Other》
[Throwing LV. 437/1000]
[Martial arts LV. 231/1000]
[Hiding LV. 164/1000]
[Searching LV. 678/1000]
Haah...I still got a long ways to go. Though I guess it will take a long time to get to the apparent level cap.
Hmmm, I suppose I could grind up my stats by exercising a bit. Yeah, I'll do that.
"Hey, Regis!"
...or not.
I spun around and face Tristian. "What do you need?"
He held a bow and quiver up, a matching set on his back and waist. "Do you want to go hunting?"
"Sure, why not?"
I grabbed the weapon and placed it on my shoulder while strapping the quiver around my waist. It's actually been quite a while since I've been hunting, after the incident with binx, I was more focused on strengthening myself.
My two blades are still on my back while a dagger is in my boot just in case. You never know what will happen in the wilderness, I learned that the hard way. Of course I also have a pouch with around 20 throwing picks strapped to my belt behind my coat.
"So, are you going to fight the enemies off as well?" I asked as we made our way out of the town to the forest, The Emerald Woods (Les Bois d'Émeraude).
"Of course! I'm not just going to just sit around twiddling my thumbs while my friend is out there fighting!"
"Huh...are you sure you're going to be able to kill? This isn't going to just be a small group of bandits, but a small organised army."
"Yeah...I'll be able to. What about you? This is my home, so of course I'll protect it. You don't owe us anything, so why are you fighting? You've done your job, you warned us."
"...Because I'm not going to just sit around twiddling my thumbs while my friend is out there fighting." I smiled before walking ahead.
Ding Ding Ding
I didn't need to look back to know that there's a large grin on Trustian's face.
Though I do feel a bit better now. It feels...nice to know that someones got your back. I wonder how my last life would have gone if I actually had a friend like this...
I shook my head free of those traitorous thoughts. My last life is over, no point at dwelling in it.
We spent twenty or so minutes searching for some game, and finally saw a hare looking for some food on the forest floor.
Tristian motioned that he was going to go for the kill, taking out his bow. I watched as he drew back the arrow, holding his breath, and released.
THUNK.
"*snicker*" I couldn't hold the laugh in at seeing the arrow sink into the tree a little ways away from the now alert hare.
Tristians went red in embrassment before he sent me a glare, telling me to shut up.
I got control over myself and held a hand up, the hare returned to what it was doing. I then took my bow from my shoulder and knocked an arrow on it.
Aiming, I held my breath with narrowed eyes before releasing. The arrow flew in a beautiful arc and...
THUNK.
"*snicker*"
Damn it! I wish that I have an archery skill! Why can't I be like Emiya Shirou with his bull shit 'I have to try to miss'!?
With my face flushed in embrassment, I sent Tristian a glare as he wiped his eye free of a mirthful tear. I'll give you something to cry about, you little-!
In the end, the hare ran away before we could try again. When we found another hare, we both missed again...
"What the heck is going on!? Ah, screw it." I put the bow away and took a throwing pick out.
"You're going to throw a nail at the animal?"
"Just watch."
I pulled my arm back with practised movement, making sure to not activate a skill on accident and instead using my mastery level.
It may only be at 437, but that't more then enough to give me around 98% accuracy. At 500, it will probably be perfect, but the damage given will increase.
Anyway, my arm blurred forward as I released the pick. The throwing weapon sped through the air at speeds exeeding that of an arrow before piercing the head of the hare.
"Yes!" I made the guts pose, sending a cocky smirk at Tristian.
"What the hell!?"
"See, you shouldn't underestimate the might of my throwing picks. I may not be very good with a bow at this point, but I'm confident in my throwing skills."
Tristian tried the throwing picks out, and it wasn't that suprising when he sucked at it, missing everything he tried to kill.
It got to the point where he actually took the dagger he keeps on him and rushed at a hare. Obviously he failed and I, being the amazing friend I am, laughed at him.
In the end, we killed six hares. Five of them from me and one from Tristian. He actually managed to shoot one with his bow.
"So, only three days till the attack..." Tristian muttered.
"...yeah."
Smack
"Gah!"
T-the bastard smacked me on the back full force!
"What the hell was that for!?"
"You were getting all serious and sulky again. We'll be fine! Those mercenaries won't stand a chance!"
I smiled a bit before nodding my head.
Smack
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!!"
"That doesn't give you the right to slap me on the back like that, punk."
I stared down at the teen who is rolling on the floor in agony. I didn't even put out my full force...what a wimp.
/0\
I closed my eyes, calming my breathing before re-opening them.
"It's time to head out..."
I placed my black coat with white trims over a simple black shirt, black fingerless gloves on my hands, and black pants tucked into black boots with metal pieces on it.
Over my right shouler is the hilt to a pitch black blade, Elucidator. Over my left shoulder is a slightly more ornate black blade with blue on the hilt, Conscience.
Elucidator
Attack 800-860
This one-handed sword sports a heavy, jet-black blade. It possesses power on par with that of an enchanted sword.
Conscience
Attack 600-650
The sword of a pure hearted hero. It is said that it will burn the hand of any indivisual who tries to wield it.
These two blades are undoubtedly stronger then any weapon my enemies will carry. However, these aren't on the level of a noble phantasm apparently. I can only shudder as to what the attack of something like Excalibur or, God forbid, Ea is like.
Damn it, I'm getting distracted again! Why can't there be a monolouge skill!?
I walked towards the forest, we're meeting up just outside the entrance where we will then use the trees as cover before ambushing the enemy.
"Regis."
I looked over at Tristian as walks to me. He's decked out in a set of medium armour, its got heavy parts but keeps his limbs free so he can move around without trouble.
it consists of a thick iron chestplate, metal gauntlets on his arms, plain brown trousers with armour on his knees tucked into metal boots. His vitals are covered, but...
"Stand still."
I bent down and picked up a handful of dirt before smearing it over his armour which caused him to cry out in shock.
"What the hell are you doing!?"
"You're armour is too shiny, it will reflect any light and give away our position. Our weapons may be better, our armour more durable, but we are still out numbered. The ambush must be successful in order to win this battle."
Tristian gained a look of understanding before he began to smear dirt over his armour, I helped out by doing the back part.
As I was doing this, I noticed the other men gathered beginning to do the same, helping each other out.
With that done, I only have one more worry. The metal will make a lot of sound, there are archers who will truly launch the attack. The soldiers with melee weapons will hude behind the trees in a ( ) formation to trap the enemies in.
The mercenaries are coming down a back trail, so we have to hide on the sides of the trail. When the attack begins, we will close the bottom opening of the formation to form a U.
I will start out up in a tree to the right side of the U, there I will use throwing picks to pick (ignore the bad pun, hehe...) off as much enemies as I can.
We are going to have a group of untrained villagers stand just outside of the forest in case the enemies manage to pierce through the formation. I have no idea if it's wise to have them as one of our last lines of defence, but we couldn't keep any trained warriors from the front line.
As we were getting into position, I scanned the small army of ours. Sweat is already gathering on their faces and they appear to be on edge.
A drop of sweat trickled down my own neck, my hands shaking ever so slightly.
How many lives will we end today? How many lives will Tristian end today? How many lives will I end today?
How many of my comrades will die today? How many innocent lives will end if we fail today?
The last two questions caused me to freeze up, a grim determination to see this through forming as my hands cease their shaking.
Every enemy I kill, is one less threat to my comrades and Vilgrem.
Every enemy that I kill, is one less enemy that Tristian may have to kill.
Taking a deep breath, I settled myself on a branch up in a tree before bringing up my map. I practically always have my searching skill on, but it only levels when I pick up enemies for an unknown period of time.
Looking around, I saw the archers at the ready as well, hidden within the trees or behind any bushes. The other guards, with their armour dulled with dirt, are hidden as well.
The others are still very tense, the overall atmoshpere grim. This isn't good, nervousness could cause mistakes. It only takes one person to attack too soon to screw up the entire plan.
However, how can I ease their concerns?
...no matter how much I think about it, I have no idea.
So instead, I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer, asking to calm the nerves of my comrades.
The response was almost instantaneous.
A different feeling burst from my chest, it was warm but there was no presence asking to take control of my body. This was more akin to a warm and soft blanket being put over you on a cold winter day.
When I looked around, I saw that every person hidden away was looking over at me with wide eyes.
I don't have anything to say, instead I nodded my head at them all before looking back in front of us, towards the area that the mercenaries are going to be coming from.
The tension was lifted, the guards have a determined aura that brought a small smile to my lips.
Though I wish I didn't have to ask for help all the time. I mean, I can't help but feel ashamed. Even after all that he has done, I apparently still subconsiously doubt his existance...
Time goes by slowly, the day shifting to night at a snails pace. The sun was setting and the sky darkening.
I didn't get anxious, however. I know they will come and that it's only a matter of time before...
Blip
I sucked in a breath and pulled out a throwing pick.
Ten red dots appeared, then another ten, and another. In the end, there was rouphly a 300 dots approaching our position just as we were told.
Roughly 150 vs 300, the surprise attack must be successful in order to beat them.
The forest is dark, thankfully our eyes are adjusted to the darkness, allowing us to see just fine.
Everyone got ready as we saw torch lights in the distance, the sounds of the enemies carefree voices getting less and less muffled as they near us.
The archers knocked arrows onto their bows. We have 75 archers, ideally every archer will kill one person on the first attack. From there they will try to pick off more enemies but will eventually switch to swords.
As the torches got closer, I looked over to Tristian. My friend just sent me a small smirk, one I responded to with a firm nod.
I will be the one to make the first move. When I release my attack, the archers will release their arrows.
After another few seconds I could make out the enemy. Almost all of them have leather armour on, some have bows while most have swords. They are chatting as they walk, their guard is down.
I drew back my arm and held my breath, aiming for a mercenary with a bow. Pausing for a second, I release the throwing pick.
It sped through the air before piercing the mans throat, sending him to the ground dying.
"We're under attaaacckkk!!" The one I presume is the leader yelled before the archers all began to let loose their arrows.
[You have earned-]
I didn't bother looking at the message and instead took out another throwing pick, taking out yet another enemy archer.
Clang Clang
The instant I hear the sound of swords clashing, I jump from my branch while unsheathing my blades.
"What the f-!?" An enemy yelled in surprise at my sudden appearance
I sent a horizontal slash with elucidator, aiming to cut through the mans heart. However, I falter as I felt my blade cut through skin and bone.
A sword cut into my shoulder due to my hesitation, my HP dropping a decent amount but remained green.
Gritting my teeth, I stabbed conscience into the throat of the attacker befoee dispatching the man I failed to kill with my first attack.
I snapped my gaze around, quickly looking at the levels of the enemies.
Mercenary Grunt Lv 36
Mercenary Grunt Lv 38
...If I wasn't in battle right now, I would definitely comment on how lazy my system is.
Instead, I kicked off the ground and parried a sword before slitting an enemies throat with Elucidator. Simultaneously, I rose Conscience to block an over head strike from a long sword.
Using my superior strength, I pushed the man off balance and sent him tumbling back.
Even though I'm decently tall for my age, standing at around 5'4, the enemies are at least four inches taller then me. With this in mind, it would be wiser to aim for the heart...
Elucidator stabbed through the heart of the man, piercing his leather armour with barely any resistance.
"Aaugh!"
One of my comrades near me was stabbed through the neck. Looking around, the area is in complete chaos. Around 15 of my comrades are dead while the dead bodies of at least half of the enemy force litter the forest floor. The sight makes my stomach churn.
I duck under a slash aimed for my neck before sweeping the attackers legs from beneath him. As he was falling, Elucudator slashed through the mans neck.
"Tch!" I click my tounge as I barely dodge an arrow sent towards my head, scratching my cheek.
Every move I make has to have purpose, every slash an enemy has to fall.
CLANG
I need to kill my emotions, sharpen both my mind and senses. Yeah, like a sword. I need to become a sword, a weapon.
CLANG
My hand shoots to my throwing pick pouch and throw it at at the archer, killing him.
CLANG
The sound of a hammer striking an anvil continues to ring in my ears, my body being reinforced to the limit. It was like I was...tempering myself.
Conscience cleaved through the sword aimed for my midrift before Elucidator slashed down vertically, cutting from the mans right shoulder to his heart.
Without any hesitation, I continued forward, completely unaware of the changes going on within me at the moment.
Mercenary Leader Pov
'Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!'
Graham, the leader of the group of mercenaries, continued to curse as he witnessed his men fall over and over.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go down!
It was going to be a quick and easy attack on the town. He had sent a couple of his men, dressed as civilains to scope out the town's defences. When they reported back that the guards were wearing shoddy armour and looked inexperienced, he was confident that they could easily complete this contract.
However, before they could split into two groups like he had planned, they were ambushed. In a single instant, a good chunk of his men had arrows sticking out of their bodies, dead on the ground.
How did they know that they were coming? Was there a traitor within the ranks?
Though Graham was still confident that they would be able to beat these guards, but once again he found himself surprised.
They were having trouble piercing the enemies armour, the enemies weapons were able to slash through their thick leather armour.
Not only that, but the enemy had a monster on their side. A monster in the form of a child just entering his teen years, wreathed in pitch black clothes that are slowly turning crimson with the blood of his foes. His longish brown hair also having the blood of his enemies in it, but he paid it no mind. Instead he continued to kill all of the mercenaries near him, as if he would not rest until they are all dead at his feet.
Graham smiled malicously as he saw one of his men come up behind the boy, who was currently fending off another mercenary.
'Its over.'
He missed Regis's eyes flashing purple for a split second but gaped when he saw that Regis held Conscience in a reverse grip and blocked the attackers sword without looking while simultaneously finishing off the mercenary he was originally fighting. He then applied a lot more pressure on the blade defending him, causing the attacker to stumble back. Regis spun around and used the momentum to lob off the mans head before going to his next victim.
Graham stood stock still, dumbfounded at what he just saw. The boy was better then the soldiers that fought on the frontlines!
Thats when he made eye contact with the monster. Those green eyes pierced into his own with a hint of steel behind them, before they flashed up to above Grahams' head and narrowed.
Regis has found the leader. His eyes narrowed and it felt like needles, nay, swords were piercing his flesh. These 'swords' are not refined, not yet anyway, but with every enemy that falls to Regis they are sharpened ever so slightly.
And now those 'swords' are aimed at Graham.
"Attack the boy! Attack the black swordsman!" Graham screamed to his men, sweat pouring from his face as he cut down one of the guards that came after him.
The mercenaries with lances surrounded Regis, but the boy only flipped over them all and started to run at Graham while leaving the spearman to be dealt with by his comrades.
'Fuck this!'
Graham roared as he swung his long sword at the Regis.
Regis rose Conscience and stopped the blade before batting the long sword away with Elucidator and caused Graham to stumble.
However the mercenary leader is stronger then his men and quickly recovered in time to block an overhead slash before countering. Regis jumped back to avoid the slash aimed for his chest, landing a good distance away before recklessly charging straight at Graham.
The mercenary leader waited for the perfect time before sending out a wide horizontal slash that should be impossible to block.
Regis didn't block it, instead sliding directly under the attack.
Graham turned around to capitalise on the oppurtunity to end regis before he stood back up...
Only to lose balance and fall on his face.
"What...?"
When Graham looked at his legs, he saw that his left one was laying on the ground just a little ways away.
SPLURT
"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
Blood erupted out of the severed leg as the man screams in pain.
'I got to get away! I got to get away! I got to get away!'
Graham sobs as he tries to crawl away, no one coming to help him.
Regis looks down at the man with an emotionless face while inwardly he is hesitating. Gritting his teeth, the black swordsman lets Elucidator fall and cuts the head of the leader off.
Unknown to Regis, his origin had 'activated' while searching for a 'path' that currently best suites his needs. The 'path' that it opened was that of a 'sword'.
For his body is being made of swords. Even if he does not yet realise this.
Nonetheless, the battle was over and Regis Brassards story truly began.
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Character Sheet
Name: Regis Brassard
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4 Weight: 112
Titles: Black Swordsman, little monster
Appearance: Regis has longish brown hair with a single strand standing straight up that often moves with his emotions. He has green eyes that Jeanne often compares to emeralds. His overall body type is slim but muscular for his age.
Likes: Pretty much any type of sweets but blueberry pie is his favorite, Jeanne, peace, fishing, cooking, and training.
Dislikes: Arrogant people, cliche villains, bandits, and needless violence.Fear: Irrational fear of ghosts.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OWN CHARACTERS.
And here is the next chapter. We had a little bit of bonding with Tristian before the fight.
Yes, he will become a 'sword', but not like your thinking. He will not, I repeat, will NOT have UBW. So while he will be able to trace the history of a sword or weapon, he doesn't have anywhere to 'store' the blueprints. He will also eventually create his own unique magecraft that is more aligned with his ridiculous Origin, but thats not for a long time as he's just focusing on raising his level and skills.
I'm going to try to release on Friday's from now on.
Thank you for reading~!