The Son-In-Law of the Magician Is a Transcendent Sword Master - Chapter 12
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Chapter 12
While human breathing is mostly similar, mana breathing is not.
The ways of accepting mana are as varied as there are people, and what weaves these into the most efficient and standardized method is precisely the mana cultivation technique.
In other words, mana cultivation technique is the method of handling mana. It collectively refers to the series of processes of accepting mana floating in the air into the body, storing it, and drawing it out for use.
What I’m doing now is similar.
I gather the mana rising from the mana vein and accept it into my body. I guide the mana flowing through my entire body to my dantian to create a pouch.
This pouch is precisely the mana core.
The mana core is truly the foundation of all power. This is because how much and how purely one can contain mana in the core situated in the dantian becomes the measure of one’s strength.
Ultimately, the mana core created through mana cultivation techniques was truly an organ that could be called a second heart for mages and knights.
“―Huu.”
The mana that entered my body collided around my dantian, freely displaying its influence.
Pain surged through me, but I concentrated my mind and pulled myself together. Eventually, I gathered the energy of the mana trapped inside my body and expelled it through my breathing.
The breath I exhaled contained dense mana.
“This is ridiculous.”
Indeed, could this be called a secret technique of a great magic family?
Benheim’s mana cultivation technique was excellent. More than excellent—even searching through my memories of my past life, I couldn’t recall a more efficient method of operating mana.
However, what I desire is an ultimate mana cultivation technique that surpasses even Benheim’s technique, one that could even transcend the rank of the Archmage King.
Creating a new mana cultivation technique is like leaving a well-paved road to pioneer one’s own new path. Was a person who achieved such an accomplishment called a Grand Master?
Considering that there are only a few individuals recorded as Grand Masters in continental history, what I was attempting was a task bordering on impossible.
Even if I had talent comparable to an Archmage as Renia said, even if I had experience honed countless times in my past life, conceiving a new mana cultivation technique was no easy task.
It certainly wasn’t something that could be created overnight.
“I’m still lacking.”
I picked up a nearby fallen tree branch and condensed the mana in the air. It wasn’t too difficult due to the special nature of this place being a mana vein and my experience from my past life. A thin membrane formed as if wrapping around the branch.
This far was aura.
From now on was magic. I raised my left hand to form the rune letter Kenaz. Immediately after, I engraved Kenaz onto the branch.
Paat.
As expected, the aura and magic scattered without being able to mix with each other.
“Tsk.”
I clicked my tongue.
It wasn’t that there had been no progress.
I had modified Benheim’s mana cultivation technique to suit my body and incorporated my past life experiences based on that. However, I was still completely in the dark about how to simultaneously contain magic and aura.
Aura and magic are identical in that they are both based on mana, but their textures are somewhat different.
Putting mana with opposing natures into one pouch is very dangerous. Since they are conflicting types of mana, the mana core could collapse and one could become a cripple.
To accept two types of mana with different natures into the body required an exquisite balance where they neither suppressed nor eroded each other.
Like a weight balanced on the tip of a needle, it was work that required extreme precision.
This was precisely why most of the many people on the continent who called themselves magic swordsmen couldn’t escape being third-rate.
“…In the end, practice is the only way to survive.”
I don’t know how many days it will take.
It might be impossible forever.
Even so, I had to complete this and surpass the Archmage King.
Because I had promised to do so.
“Huu.”
I sighed and sat down again to examine my mana cultivation technique.
That’s when it happened.
“Hello.”
A familiar voice.
When I turned my head, the very person who had caused me this hardship was standing there with a grinning face.
It was Renia. She was holding a basket in her hands, filled with food.
“What brings you here?”
“Why did I come? I came to see you. I heard you entered the mana vein and haven’t eaten anything until now.”
Renia strode over and held out the basket.
“Here, take it.”
I reflexively took the basket.
“I asked the chef to make this. I requested as much meat as possible. I heard from Sheril. That you’re a picky eater.”
“….”
Renia’s meddlesome personality seemed to be the same in my past life and now.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?”
“I don’t remember asking for this.”
“You, your reaction is too bland.”
Renia puffed out her cheeks to express her dissatisfaction. I chuckled and took out jerky from the basket to chew on.
Even before my regression, Renia used to bring me meals like this.
As I was immersed in nostalgia, Renia asked me.
“You’re learning mana cultivation technique right now, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?”
“Well, I have my ways of knowing everything. I secretly peeked at Uncle Allet entering the treasure vault. But anyway, it’s really fascinating. It’s the first time I’ve seen someone who’s not from the family learning the family’s mana cultivation technique.”
Renia showed her curiosity. Her gaze seemed to be gauging the mana flowing through my body. Her purple eyes widened.
“Don’t tell me you’ve already accepted mana into your body?”
“More or less.”
“That’s impossible. Already?”
Renia was shocked. And rightfully so. Even people with very high mana sensitivity take several days to first accept mana and store it inside their body. Since I had shortened that process to half a day, it was natural for Renia to be surprised.
“You’re a genius.”
“I wonder about that.”
In my previous life, I had already seen one genius who surpassed me.
In fact, I’m looking at her right now.
Yes. This very girl sparkling her bright, round eyes before me. An extraordinary archmage who reached the 8th circle in a human body.
The Golden Crest Mage who stood as an equal to the Archmage King, Lyrnia Erahan von Benheim.
Before long, when her talent fully blooms, she’ll become an archmage who surpasses even Family Head Stern.
“So what exactly do you want?”
“Do I need to have business to come see you?”
“Not necessarily, but.”
“Actually, there is something I want to ask.”
“What is it.”
“That thing from before, how did you do it?”
Renia’s gaze turned to the tree branch I was still holding in my hand.
“When we were attacked at the graveyard before, how did you cut through the magic they used? You used that to beat my brother too, right? It’s obvious even without seeing it.”
It seemed Renia had considerable interest in how I cut through magic.
She had come to me for similar reasons before my regression, so Renia was still Renia.
Chuckling softly, I pointed to my eyes.
“My eyes are just pretty good. Whether you call them gaps in magic or weak points. I can see where to strike.”
Magic is ultimately a whirlpool of mana. The constantly changing vibrations of mana inevitably create large and small gaps. If you wedge into those spots, you can collapse the entire structure with just a small interference of mana.
“That’s amazing. I’ve never heard of anything like that. I think I understand why father accepted you into the family.”
After hearing the explanation, Renia approached me with admiration. Then she leaned her head forward to observe my pupils.
“Hmm. No matter how I look, they just seem like rotten fish eyes though.”
“….”
Renia’s blunt way of speaking was the same as in the past.
When I made a displeased expression, Renia suddenly spoke up.
“Should I help you?”
“With what?”
“Learning mana cultivation techniques. You’re making a mana core right now, aren’t you? I’ll have you know I’ve received lots of praise for having better sensitivity than my brother.”
Renia spoke as if proud. Indeed, the Renia from my previous life was an unparalleled expert in mana manipulation and sensitivity.
However, that was only from before my regression. The current Renia was still just a flower bud that hadn’t bloomed yet.
“A little brat helping wouldn’t mean anything.”
“What do you mean brat! We’re not even that far apart in age!”
I ignored her and closed my eyes.
The mana I had absorbed into my body through mana cultivation techniques was still remaining in my body, but I couldn’t find a way to split this mana into aura and magic and contain them in one core.
Creating a new cultivation technique wasn’t something that could be solved with simple effort alone.
I sighed in frustration. The path ahead seemed blocked. At this rate, it looked like I’d have to hole up in the mana vein for a while.
When I finished meditating and opened my eyes, Renia was still there in the same spot.
“Anyway, you’re really annoying.”
Renia was pouting with her lips stuck out in a sulk.
As I stared blankly at that cute face, a ray of enlightenment flashed through my mind.
– Reagan’s body seems really unique.
A memory from the past and future.
Before my regression, these were words Renia had spoken after examining my body.
– Unique?
– Yes. Really unique. I’d say you have a constitution that accepts any kind of mana well, it’s quite fascinating. I can’t understand at all how Reagan became so strong. It’s hard to believe you reached such a level with such trashy mana cultivation techniques. You managed to become a Sword Master with such garbage.
– Don’t you think calling it garbage to my face is a bit much?
– But it really is garbage. Even a junkyard wouldn’t take that stuff.
It was a harsh evaluation, but not wrong.
My mana core was a patchwork made by stitching together several third-rate mana cultivation manuals.
– Anyway, here’s the main point. You might not have realized it, but to my eyes as an archmage, I can see some flaws in Reagan’s mana core. So, how about I try to fix it? What do you think?
In truth, there wasn’t much practical benefit.
Even if Renia helped, my body was already quite twisted. Since I had created my mana core by weaving together multiple third-rate mana techniques, it was no different from a tightly tangled knot.
Yet Renia continued to flow mana into my body. Even though she saw no effects, she continued, day after day without fail.
At the time, I lacked knowledge about magic, so I couldn’t understand Renia’s actions. I only harbored suspicions that she simply wanted to see my bare body.
However, now that I had learned Benheim’s unique mana cultivation technique and faced the young Renia, I realized.
The flow of mana that Renia had poured into my body under the guise of treatment.
That was definitely Benheim’s mana cultivation technique.
But it was different from the original.
A mana cultivation technique that Renia, as an archmage, had personally modified just for me.
A kind signpost left for a pioneer who was a swordsman but wanted to step into magic.
The textbook Renia had left in my body remained vividly in my memory even now.
If my regression and even this were things Renia had intended.
‘Really, what a cunning woman.’
Voicing my complaint, I called out to Renia.
“…Hey.”
Not the Renia from my memories, but the young girl before my eyes.
“What? Finally willing to humble yourself? Hehe.”
“Something like that. Could you help me out?”
“Sure. I’ll help. What do I need to do?”
Renia nodded readily, and I took off my shirt. I spoke calmly to the flustered Renia.
“Just pour all your mana into my body, however much you have.”
I planned to restore the legacy that future Renia had left in my memories through past Renia.
* * *
The heir of Benheim, Arnaud von Benheim, spent his days feeling as if he were floating in a dream for some time.
Nothing had changed. When morning came, he would wake up and study theory, then after lunch he would train with the family’s mages.
——Thwack!
When the spear blade of Arno’s runic magic struck the target precisely, applause erupted from around him.
“Magnificent, Lord Arno!”
“At this rate, you’ll enter the 4th Circle in no time! It’s a heaven-sent talent!”
All the mages flattering Arno were from branch families.
Sycophants who couldn’t learn Benheim’s core secrets and had no intention of learning them, so they clung to Arno, who would soon become the family head, hoping to get some scraps.
Until recently, Arno would feel elated when he received the admiring gazes of the branch family mages.
But lately, that wasn’t the case.
“Tch.”
Arno turned around sharply. The mud-splattered hem of his pants was annoying, but what bothered him more were the memories that kept surfacing.
The duel with the outsider mage Reagan.
In that duel, Arno had suffered a humiliating defeat.
Whenever he recalled that moment, his jaw, which had been struck, would ache.
‘I lost, for sure.’
He had no intention of making excuses.
Arno was the legitimate heir of a great magic family. Reagan, on the other hand, was a lowborn of unknown origins.
Arno had grown up in a far superior environment.
Yet the victor had been Reagan.
He could have made excuses about losing due to carelessness, but the fact remained that he, a 3rd Circle mage, had been defeated by an outsider mage who didn’t even have a Circle.
Even when he tried to train as usual, he couldn’t concentrate. When he tried to cast magic, the defeat from that day would resurface as a physical sensation.
“I’m still lacking.”
The more this happened, the more he devoted himself to training.
Arno was destined to become the head of Benheim. He had to possess the skills befitting that position.
Around that time, Family Head Stern summoned Arno.
“Arno, is your jaw alright? The bruise is still there.”
“Ugh.”
Instead of blaming his son, Stern looked into his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.
“I heard you’ve been spending all day at the training grounds lately.”
“That’s correct.”
“Are you frustrated?”
“Yes. But it’s my own inadequacy.”
“I know.”
Arno’s shoulders trembled at Stern’s words. However, instead of blaming Arno, he continued in a gentle voice.
“But the defeat you experienced is a precious experience you couldn’t get anywhere else. In real combat where lives are at stake, you’re not given a chance to make up for shortcomings. This father believes you can use this defeat as nourishment to advance further.”
His father’s words pierced Arno like a dagger.
Arno still remembered the composure Reagan had shown during the duel.
He had shown no hesitation, no disturbance.
Even seeing the rampaging magic, he hadn’t panicked at all or cowered. Instead, he had stepped forward with confidence.
Throughout the duel, Reagan hadn’t been looking at Arno. He had been facing something beyond him.
That gaze seemed like something Arno could never match, no matter how much he trained.
Perhaps that’s why. Even if Arno were to fight Reagan again, he couldn’t think that he would ever win.
“Father, I wagered an elixir as the price for the duel. But I was defeated. Please give the elixir I was supposed to drink to Reagan.”
At Arno’s words, Stern smiled.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already given Reagan a separate reward.”
“…A reward, you say?”
“Yes. And from now on, get along well with that boy.”
“…Yes.”
“He’s family now, isn’t he? Stay close and find things to learn from him.”
Arno, who had expected to be scolded, left the room with a bewildered expression.
“Get along well, he says.”
His father Stern wanted Arno to become close with Reagan.
Could they really become friends? Arno had no memory of ever approaching someone directly. That was natural, since the heir of Benheim was in a position where others would naturally approach him first.
After pondering, Arno turned his heavy steps toward the separate residence where Reagan was staying. Just then, the maid Sheril was sweeping in the garden.
“Sheril.”
“Oh, young master. What brings you here…”
“Is Reagan here?”
Perhaps she thought he was planning some mischief.
Sheril made a troubled expression and watched Arno’s mood before reluctantly confessing.
“Actually, Lord Reagan is currently at the mana vein.”
“The mana vein?”
What business could Reagan have at that place reserved only for Benheim’s bloodline?
Though puzzled, Arno didn’t ask further and turned his steps away.
When Arno attended that afternoon’s lesson, he realized that his younger sister Renia was also absent. When he inquired about this, the attendant tilted his head and said.
“If you’re looking for Miss Renia, I saw her heading to the Mana Vein just a moment ago.”
“Hm?”
Only then did Arno realize that something was going strangely wrong with the situation.
That Renia had suddenly gone to the Mana Vein.
Anxiety crept over him.
Arno hurriedly headed to the Mana Vein and before long witnessed a shocking scene.
“Should I do it like this?”
“No, a bit higher. So it touches the Yang River point.”
“Like this?”
“That’s good.”
The sight of Renia giggling with both hands placed on Reagan’s back as he sat shirtless.
No matter how much their father had instructed him to get along with Reagan, he couldn’t stand by and watch his dear younger sister touching some bastard’s body.
“You, you! You bastard!”
Arno charged forward.
It took a little time to clear up the misunderstanding.
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