Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 80: Unreadable

She clenched her fingers slightly on the desk.

I saw it with my own eyes. I’m not dreaming.

That day, four years ago... when I was only six.

He defeated them.

Three assassins. Just like that.

And after everything was over, he was exhausted. He collapsed right in front of me. His body was cold. His breathing was weak. I was scared he might die.

He fell unconscious on my lap.

I remember it clearly.

I was the one who placed his head on my legs while he was unconscious. I stayed like that for almost thirty minutes, waiting for him to wake up. I didn’t move. I didn’t dare move.

And when he finally opened his eyes... he was still resting on my lap.

My father arrived shortly after.

I remember everything.

So clearly.

Velqira slowly lowered her gaze.

There is no mistake.

Then, someone opened the door and walked in.

It was a woman.

She walked calmly to the front of the class and stood beside the board.

"Good day, everyone. I’m your teacher, Stella. I have the blessing of the sword."

Some students murmured quietly.

"Must I go easy on you just because I’m a woman?" she added with a faint smile. "No."

A few students straightened immediately.

"Today, I’m going to teach you all the basics you need to master in order to release your aura easily."

She glanced around the classroom.

"How many of you here are already capable of releasing your aura?"

Eight students slowly raised their hands.

Stella raised an eyebrow.

"Only eight?"

She looked around again.

"There are over forty students in this class. And only eight of you can release your aura?"

She shook her head slightly.

"Well, that’s exactly why I’m here."

She placed her hand on the desk.

"Before I continue, is there anyone who would like to say something?"

The classroom fell silent.

"And the princess is also here."

Stella turned her gaze toward Velqira.

"Well, I’ve heard a lot about you, Princess. Your talent is well known. You’re one of the most gifted students of your generation—extremely talented for your age, and still growing stronger."

The class fell silent.

"And you’re in this class. Good. I hope you will carry your classmates along with you."

"Yes, I’ll try my best," Velqira said calmly.

Stella nodded.

"Now, one by one, those of you who can release your aura, come forward."

Chairs scraped against the floor.

Rowan stood up.

Daryl stood up.

Kori and Kilil stood up.

Velqira stood up as well.

Zenzhi stood.

Varol followed.

Then Jenny stood.

Eight students walked forward and lined up in front of the class.

Stella observed them carefully.

"These are the ones who have already taken their first step."

They didn’t walk out of the classroom. Instead, they remained standing in a straight line at the front.

Stella adjusted her posture and smiled faintly.

"Please excuse my formality. Princess Velqira, step forward. Come closer to this side."

Velqira nodded and moved forward.

"Now, release your aura."

Velqira closed her eyes.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the room as if blown by an invisible breeze.

Her body glowed with crimson-red energy. Her hair lifted into the air as power surged around her.

The class gasped.

"Wow..."

"Incredible..."

"She’s truly the princess..."

Students stared in disbelief.

Stella clapped slowly.

"Bravo. Truly magnificent. You’ve improved greatly. At just ten years old, your mastery is already remarkable. In five or six years, I have no doubt you will reach even greater heights."

"Your words flatter me," Velqira replied calmly.

Stella nodded.

"Next. Please step forward. What’s your name?"

"I’m Daryl," he said.

"Release your aura."

Daryl nodded.

Red energy surged from his body, forming a powerful wave — not as bright as Velqira’s, but still overwhelming.

The class erupted in whispers.

"Wait... I know you," Stella said. "You’re the son of a Count."

"Yes, I am," Daryl replied.

"No wonder he carries himself with such confidence..."

Next, Stella turned.

"Jenny, step forward."

Jenny hesitated. She was clearly shy.

"I-I’m Jenny..."

"Don’t be nervous. Release your aura."

She nodded.

Boom!

Golden-yellow energy burst outward, engulfing her body. Her hair fluttered wildly in the pressure.

The class froze.

"Wow..."

"That aura..."

"Is she a sword lord?!"

Stella’s eyes widened.

"Outstanding. A sword lord at this age... truly extraordinary."

Next came Kilil’s .

"Kili, step forward."

Kili released his aura.

Sword lord.

Then Kori stepped forward.

Sword lord.

Zenzhi followed.

Red energy erupted from his body.

"Sword God," Stella said quietly.

Then Varol stepped forward.

His aura exploded outward even stronger.

"Sword God as well..."

The class was shaking.

Finally, Stella turned to the last student.

"Rowan. Step forward."

Rowan walked calmly.

"Your name?" Stella asked.

"Rowan Aldwin."

Stella froze.

She stepped back half a step.

The room went silent.

"...Aldwin?"

Her expression changed.

Something felt wrong.

"What’s going on...?" someone whispered.

Stella’s eyes widened.

"Wait... are you saying... you are his son?"

The classroom fell silent.

"You mean... Aldwin?" she whispered. "Former S-rank adventurer. The man who once saved this capital alone?"

The students stared.

Stella continued, her voice shaking slightly.

"Years ago, when most of the top adventurers were deployed to another country to clear the Forest of Old — when monster hordes invaded this capital — it was Aldwin who stood alone."

"Hundreds of monsters flooded the city."

"A-rank monsters. S-rank monsters."

"And he slaughtered them all by himself."

"The man who protected this capital when no one else could."

Rowan blinked.

"...Oh. That old man?"

Stella nearly lost her balance.

"Y-You speak of him like that?! That man is a legend!"

Rowan scratched his cheek.

"He always talks about his past, but I never really believed most of it. He said he did something big once. I guess that explains why he was granted the title of Viscount... and why the Duke allowed my mother to marry him," he thought.

She stared at Rowan’s face more closely.

Now that she looked properly, she could see it.

He resembled Mira.

Aldwin’s wife.

There was no doubt anymore.

"You really are his son..."

Daryl clenched his fists from his seat.

"Tch... damn it... so that bastard’s father is aldwin"

Stella inhaled slowly.

"Then what is your blessing?"

"I’m a sword saint," Rowan replied calmly. "Sorry, but I’m not as talented as my father. Don’t expect much from me."

The room murmured.

Stella frowned.

Something felt wrong.

She was a sword master.

She could sense strength.

And Rowan’s presence... was strange.

Too calm.

Too still.

She raised two fingers and touched the edge of her eyes.

"Sword Master Art — Visualize Weak Points."

Her pupils shimmered.

The world shifted.

She looked at Rowan again.

And froze.

There was no opening.

Not a single weak point.

No blind spot.

No exposed angle.

Even standing casually, even appearing unarmed, Rowan’s stance was perfect.

Too perfect.

Even she couldn’t find a place to strike.

Her breath caught.

"...Impossible."

She slowly lowered her hand.

Her heart was pounding.

A sword saint...

With no openings.

With no flaws.

With no weaknesses.

Stella stared at him.

And for the first time since becoming a sword master...

Stella straightened her posture and looked at Rowan carefully.

A sword saint...

Sword saints are supposed to be weak.

Yet if I attacked him right now, there isn’t a single place I could strike.

It wasn’t that she believed Rowan would defeat her in a fight. No — that wasn’t what troubled her.

It was the fact that even with his guard lowered, even standing casually, he had no openings.

No blind spots.

No exposed angles.

If she attacked recklessly, she would be the one punished.

This child...

He may not have been blessed with a powerful blessing, but his fundamentals are flawless.

Even without aura, his body control alone is already at a high level.

Perhaps his father truly trained him well.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Is that all?" Rowan asked calmly.

"No," Stella replied. "You still haven’t released your aura. Now, release it."

Rowan nodded.

"Alright. But you won’t feel any pressure. I’m sealing it."

The students leaned forward.

A soft blue glow spread across Rowan’s body.

His aura emerged — calm, steady, quiet.

It didn’t roar.

It didn’t explode.

It simply existed.

Like a deep ocean.

Stella’s expression changed.

She activated her skill again.

"Sword Master Art — Visualize Weak Points."

Her vision sharpened.

She examined his aura.

And froze.

She couldn’t read it.

Not because it was overwhelming.

Not because it was weak.

But because it was... strange.

It was there — yet unreadable.

Like mist.

Like silence.

Like a sealed blade.

Is it too strong for my skill to analyze...?

Or is it too refined...?

Her brows furrowed.

Sword saints are supposed to have weak aura.

Then why can’t I read his?

Rowan withdrew his aura.

The blue glow faded.

Stella exhaled slowly.

"Tell me," she said, staring at him. "Did your father train you?"

"Yes," Rowan replied. "He did. But I’m not very good. He just showed me a few things."

Stella almost laughed.

Not very good?

This child is extraordinary.

He isn’t blessed with talent...

He was forged.