Chapter 243 243 Sword Saint fantasy wizard
[Lucy's POV: ]
He was wearing the unique bamboo sleepers that the old monks of the East usually wear.
His clothes were mostly comprised of a unique silk gown along with a bright red hood that he was wearing bone it.
'He also wore a pointed mage hat as usual, a special <S> rank artifact that though was very wrong in appearance, was something so good that even I wanted to have something like that.'
It was a special artifact that was bound to him and possessed a very clingy Ego that never let him remove the hat until and unless it was too urgent of a situation or he begged for it.
'Then there was his physical appearance, the classic long white beard, a wrinkly face, and deep blue eyes so fucking deep that if one looked at them for too long, they would get the feeling that they are looking at an endlessly vast ocean that's stretching from right before their feet to the ends of the horizon.'
His eyes, they are magical… even though he does not know much about magic itself.
'It's quite something though, he is practically a swordsman in a perfect disguise. Lol, just that much is funny enough, but then comes his habit of laughing in that funny voice of his.'
He is practically hilarious, lol.
"Hehe-"
"Lucy. Control."
"Ahem. Ahem. Yes."
I couldn't control myself whenever he is around.
And since this is our first time meeting him in this life, this moment where the great Sword Saint is actually standing right before me is, genuinely, quite precious to me.
"Oho~? I see someone is laughing? Uho uho uho. Tell us what is making you laugh, young one~. Let us all share the laughter~."
"Ahem."
[ "Either laugh or stop those fake coughing sounds. That's ruining my mood as well." ]
[ "Ahem. Yes. I will stop now. But El… isn't he funny, lol~! Hahahahahaha! He's so funny, man~. And he wants to tell me why I am laughing~. Hahahaha!
Can you believe that, lol~?!
He wants me to point out how funny his laughing is so that everyone can laugh at him, lololololol~.
What do you think? Will it make him as mad as he was when I did the same that time?
Will he try to give me special 'personal teachings'? Hehe.
It will be fun seeing-" ]
[ "Shut the fuck up, you fucking bastard.
If you like his laugh that much, go kiss his fucking ass!
Leave me alone and let me enjoy this situation." ]
We all had gathered in the garden of spring and were standing according to the classes.
'The order was random so the two of us were in the very back as we usually are however, Nes, Ras, Cathy, Rex, and the others were all in the front.
And, El was looking at the front at a few of them.'
I wasn't the only one who found his laughter funny.
Ras, Leon, and a few others were the same. And for some reason, most of them were swordsmen like me.
'This was definitely a common thing, lol. We all think his laughter is funny.'
And it was funny!
Too funny to control, lol~!
"Well, looks like they don't want to share the fun thing with us~. Never mind then.
Hello everyone~."
The only thing that was missing in his complete fantasy wizard look was a magic wand, which, he summoned right after he started his official greeting.
And it was at this moment…
"Aaaaa-choo!"
El sneezed.
"Hmmm?"
"What was that?"
"What happened? Did something happen?"
"Someone sneezed? Is something wrong? Are they cold?"
"What was that just now? I heard something. Did I miss something mister said?"
"What did you say, mister?"
"Quite down everyone!"
She obviously did it intentionally and she had mixed in some of her special improved Mana in that certain frequency she created which caused every student present in this garden to get either distracted from the Sword saint before us, or it made them confused about various things.
'It was a very profound destruction technique she had developed in the past and, the reason she used it this in this precise moment, was to take a photo of everything and everyone in this precise moment.'
She has this little kink of taking very random photos portraying something certain, and something mystical.
'All of the special photons she takes with the help of poor Cary or her Raz who could fly with their little bodies, are very famous on the WL net and many higher beings respect her sense of art since they are so deep yet so simply amazing that even the higher beings who have seen many things in their long lives are mostly surprised when it comes to her special photos.'
But that is not all.
'She also uses these photos for a certain unique purpose.'
And that purpose, well, we will know someday.
"Hmmm… looks like there is something going on."
Grandalff was the name he was given by the world when he was born.
"Well, no worries. We can just wait until everyone settles down."
He was born a humanoid in a poor village, however, he grew up with the love and affection of all the people there who took care of him.
'Then, just like any weak-to-strong stories, all he had was taken away from him and he was the only one left there with a singular goal of revenge.'
Which he took, from how much I know. And he thoroughly eradicated them with not a sword, but with a knife that was used for buttering the bread in the one and only bakery of that village.
'And then, he got addicted to that feeling of slashing others. The sensation of warm blood touching his body, seeing the insides of the bastards spill out, seeing them begging for their lives when they are already at the death's door…'
His start was like the start of the villain, however, soon on his path, he met his master… the person who taught him what it meant to live, what it meant to be alive… what death meant, as well as why he had to stop doing what he was doing.
His encounter with that 'being' was short, but it was meaningful.
'It was because of that interaction that he put down his sword for the sake of killing, and started swinging it with the goal of becoming better.
With the goal of becoming someone as great as that person.
Becoming a being that was the pinnacle of the art of swords.'
He wanted to be someone like that, and so, he started his long journey.
And somewhere on this journey, he met a certain special person in his life and was affected by an eternal curse that made him look the way he does now.
'I have seen how attractive, cool, hot he used to be before he became a grandpa with a wrinkly face and beard, but El liked this way more.'
He liked how he looked like a fantasy wizard. How he looked more like a fantasy wizard than any other actual fantasy wizard of this Worldline.
She loved how he looked.
Not because it was funny, but, simply because she loved seeing someone that was hundreds and thousands of years old, look like someone that was hundreds and thousands of years old.
Something of a very rare sight in the Worldline.
'It was an inherent setting of the Worldline that if someone is strong and has reached a certain level of mental body, they would look younger than their age. And not even she could change it.'
It was how this world was made to be… or how This world functioned.
So it was out of her hands.
'That's why seeing this old grandpa, the Sword Saint and the current president of the IAA, as well as some of the few beings who had reached the same level as our current headmaster.'
Someone who was above the gods and the higher beings of all kinds.
Someone who was born from nature, and rose to the position of [[( Marques )]] with his own strengths.
"Hohoho. Looks like everyone has calmed down now. Then, let me finally introduce myself."
He was Grandalff.
"I am called Grandalff, as most of you might already know, and I am also called by many other names, however, you can be comfortable around me and call me as you please since the names, are just that. Names.
I was assigned one since no one was there to give me one, and I cherish it as something that belongs to me alone.
It is mine, and, what others call me wouldn't change anything."
He possessed the title of Sword Saint, however, that was just how the people of this world knew him.
In truth though, his original title was <<Sword god of eternal ethereal waters>>.
"I may look like an old man in shabby clothes with a staff and a pointy mage hat, but, as you might have been told, I certainly am a swordsman. And throughout my entire life, I have pursued the path of sword and sword alone."
He was no wizard, nor a fantastical character with a simple background and some common mindset.
"And today, I am here to grant the eternal academy of Idyllia of Gyonera, the [Medal of Honor] for being the most successful academy in this galaxy."
He was a dangerous being that even the high-ranking gods feared. Someone even a being as powerful as our headmaster, an avatar of one of the elder Offsprings of the Worldline, had to keep in check.
"And, of course, to give the rewards that come with this honor."
He was someone I admired.
However, the person that is the reason for what he is today, the being that is the true pinnacle of the path I am walking on, the one and only existence in this Worldline that no mortal or immortal could even come close to… my master, my friend, my guardian, and the one that taught me most that I knew right now.
That person, the one that I had thought I would never, ever, ever see in my life… through this person, with his help… I will be able to see 'her' once again.
'Finally, after an eternity… I will be able to see you again, master.'
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