SSS-Ranked Summoner: Only I Summon All Heroes And Heroines Of Legend-Chapter 34: Ken Sei no ryōiki (Domain of the Sword Saint)
It was a few days, Master Oz hadn’t reached out to them, Altair hadn’t spoken with svenja since their awkward eve. He just continued his daily tasks, jogging around the Daeryion dormitory.
He had just concluded his lap, when the familiar sound rang in his head. Altair had expected a congratulatory message for completing 1/3 of his daily tasks, but it was different, unexpected.
DING
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[The Legend MIYAMOTO MUSASHI has sent you an invitation]
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Altair’s eyes widened.
His mind immediately raced to Altair’s soul integrated into his system.
He’s really getting to work.
Altair glanced around once more, then started walking away from the main buildings.
He took a side path that led toward the training grounds, an area that was usually empty, giving the few number of students left on academy grounds.
When he was certain he was alone, he stopped and opened his interface.
The notification glowed in his vision.
[Contract Invitation: Miyamoto Musashi]
[Accept: Y/N]
Altair tapped YES.
The world around him shifted as expected.
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Ken Sei no ryōiki
(Domain of the Sword Saint)
Altair opened his eyes to find himself standing in a wide courtyard.
Traditional Japanese architecture surrounded him on all sides. Wooden buildings with sloped roofs, stone pathways, a small garden with a koi pond. Everything was rendered in muted tones, like an old painting brought to life.
And standing in the center of the courtyard, beneath a lone cherry blossom tree, was a man.
He was tall and lean, his posture relaxed but somehow he still radiated readiness. He wore simple dark robes tied with a faded sash, and two swords hung at his side. His hair was tied back, and his face was sharp, his eyes held a tale of experiences, experience of years of combat.
Miyamoto Musashi.
The man moved his eyes and looked directly at Altair.
"Anata wa arutairu erufendādesu (You are Altair Elfender?)" Musashi said in flawless Japanese.
Those words triggered something in Altair
His body, his posture, and his instincts.
This wasn’t just Altair Elfender standing in this courtyard.
This was predominantly Satoshi Ono.
"Hai,-sōdesu (Yes, I am)" Satoshi replied in Japanese, his voice carrying the formal cadence of a hatamoto.
Musashi’s eyes gleamed with interest. "Samurai no tamashī. Watashi wa sore o kanjitoru koto ga dekiru. (A samurai’s soul. I can sense it.)"
He stepped forward with a haunted fluidness, his feet barely whispering against the floor as he maintained a perfectly level gaze.
"Anata wa shin no samurai no yōna tachii furumai o shite iru (You carry yourself like a true samurai).’
Musashi paused for a bit.
"Shikashi, anata no nikutai wa anata no seishin to itchi shite imasen. (But your body does not match your spirit)."
"Sore wa fukuzatsudesus (It’s, complicated)" Satoshi said.
"Shitte oku kachi no aru mono wa subete (All things worth knowing are,)" Musashi said simply.
He gestured for Satoshi to sit.
They both settled onto the stone bench beneath the cherry blossom tree.
"Anata wa kenryoku o motomete iru to kikimashita (I was told you seek power,)" Musashi said. " Jibun no chikarade wa tōtei tachiuchidekinai teki ni tachimukau (That you face enemies beyond your strength.)"
"Sore wa hontōda. (That’s true)." Altair replied
"Soshite, anata wa watashi to keiyaku o musubitai nodesu ka? (And you wish to contract with me.)"
"Watashi wa shimasu (I do)." Altair said simply.
Musashi studied him for a long moment.
"Watashi no chikara o motomete yatte kuru mono no hotondo wa, gōman-sa kara sō suru noda. Karera wa densetsu no kenshi ga shōri o hoshō shite kureru to shinjite iru.
(Most who come seeking my strength do so out of arrogance. They believe a legendary swordsman will guarantee their victory)."
He tilted his head slightly.
"Shikashi, kimi wa... kimi wa sudeni ha no michi o ayunde kita.-Kun no kokoro o mireba wakaru.
(But you... you have already walked the path of the blade. I can see it in your heart.)"
"Wakaki hatamoto yo, kiminohanashi wa shitte iru yo (I know your tale young hatamoto)."
"Watashi wa,-sei ni oite mo shini oite mo... (I know that in both life and death...)"
"Anata wa tatte ita (You stood)."
"Meiyo aru (Honorably)"
He stood and drew one of his swords. The blade gleamed in the soft light.
"Dakara, mie o hatte jikan o muda ni suru no wa yameyou.-Kun wa ken no michi o rikai shite iru. Gisei no imi, soshite shin no kiritsu o."
(So let us not waste time with posturing. You understand the way of the sword, the meaning of sacrifice, and true discipline.)
He stretched the blade to Altair.
"Watashi wa, arutairu erufendā to ono satoshi no nanioite, anata to no keiyaku ni dōi shimasu."
(I agree to a contract with you, in the name of Altair Elfender and Satoshi ono).
"Anata ga watashi no ha o tadashiku tsukau to shinjite irukaradesu"
(Because I believe you will use my blade correctly.)"
Altair rose to his feet, bowed like a proper samurai, and received the blade.
"Kōeidesu, Musashi-sama (I am honored, Musashi-sama)."
Musashi returned the bow.
"Keiyaku wa teiketsu-zumidesu (The contract is sealed.)"
Golded light erupted around them, and a summoning seal carved itself into the ground. The pattern spiraled outward, intricate and beautiful, before condensing into a symbol that burned itself onto Satoshi’s left forearm.
The mark of Miyamoto Musashi.
Musashi’s form began to fade, dissolving into particles of light.
"Komatta toki wa watashi ni inori nasai (Call upon me in times of trouble,)" he said.
"Kotaemasu (I will answer)."
And then he was gone.
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Altair opened his eyes.
He was back on the Academy grounds, standing alone near the training fields. Dusk was near, and the evening air cooled against his skin.
He looked down at his left forearm.
The summoning seal glowed as it settled into the rest of the seals, extending the beautiful pattern.
DING
[Contract Formed: Miyamoto Musashi]
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[Miyamoto Musashi - The Sword Saint]
- Grade: A
- Specialization: Innovative fighting, Mental fortitude, Tactical mastery, Adaptability
- Abilities:
- Fudoshin (Active): A state of immovable mind (When activated, mental attacks become futile)
- Niten Ichi-ryu (Active): The style uses two swords for both offense and defense interchangeably depending on the distance and rhythm of the fight.
- Ultimate Armament:
- Niten Ichi: Two Heavens as One: This technique represents the physical peak of his dual-wielding school, Niten Ichi-ryū. When activated, Musashi enters a state where his defense and offense are indistinguishable. The short sword automatically parries or "arrests" any incoming attack (based on his "Arresting the Shadow" principle), while the long sword delivers a fatal, non-telegraphed strike
- Gorin-no-Sho: The Mirror of the Five Rings: This technique is a conceptual mental domain based on his final philosophical work, The Book of Five Rings. The Concept: It forces the opponent to fight within the laws of Musashi’s five elements: Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, and Void.
[Mana Capacity: 1300/1300]
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Altair exhaled slowly. He felt fulfilled, not just cause he had another summon.
But that with musashi, he felt a different bond.
He dismissed the interface and started walking back toward the dorms.
When he finally returned to his room, Finn was already in bed, half-asleep with a book resting on his chest.
"Took you long enough," Finn mumbled without opening his eyes.
"Sorry, I got caught up."
"Mm."
Altair moved to his bed and was about to collapse onto it when he noticed something.
A letter.
Sealed with red wax and stamped with the Elfender family crest.
It sat on his pillow, elite and official.
Altair picked it up slowly, his stomach sinking.
"That came for you earlier," Finn said, cracking one eye open. "Courier delivered it."
Altair stared at the seal.
He hadn’t heard from his family since arriving at the Academy.
And now, of all times, they were reaching out.
He sat down on the edge of his bed, holding the letter in both hands.
Whatever was inside...
...it wasn’t going to be good.
