TSMRG 04

Chapter 4

Reincarnated as the Greatest Swordmaster Genius of the Famous Swordsmanship Family

“Kueeeeek!”

A massive wild boar screamed and finally collapsed.

Thud!

“I got it!”

A handsome man beamed with joy at the sight. It was none other than Kavel Reinhardt.

“Finally succeeded. See, Ruin? This is how your dad hunts!”

And then…

“Yes, good job, Dad.”

The child who responded without much reaction was Ruin, known in his past life as No. 1872, the “Legendary Shadow.”

Having mastered Cheonyeomubong and awakened, three more years had passed, and he was now five years old. Despite his young age, compared to other children, his gaze was notably deep and thoughtful.

“Grrr, tonight we’re going to eat our fill. Daisy’s going to be so happy too. Hahaha.”

Ruin shook his head slightly at his father, who was jumping around in ecstatic joy.

‘Does he really enjoy it that much?’

But soon, thinking about his father’s position, Ruin merely gave a faint smile.

‘Well, he did succeed in hunting after a few days, so he must be thrilled.’

With that thought, Ruin recalled past events.

…

Brion, the professional hunter who usually accompanied Kavel, had been away from the village for over ten days due to personal matters.

During that time, Kavel had gone hunting alone to make a living.

Despite years of hunting, his skills had not improved much, and he spent days expending effort in vain, achieving no results.

A week passed, and Kavel, drinking alone, fell into despair.

“Sigh… I’m really useless.”

“Hey, honey, don’t say that. Instead, why don’t you use your sword properly…?”

“Daisy!”

Kavel shouted firmly, covering his mouth at his mother Daisy’s attempt to comfort him.

“I told you before. Hunting must be done a hunter’s way. If a swordsman uses his sword for hunting, his life as a swordsman ends.”

But this answer only angered Daisy further.

“Then catch it yourself! You can’t even catch one properly, yet you insist on protecting your pride. Does money come out of it?”

“What? Pride? Are you serious right now?”

“Yes. Let’s be honest. That jerky you’re eating, where did it come from? I caught that deer myself. Does that mean my life as a magician ends because I used magic to catch it?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“Enough! I’m sick of your nonsense. Do whatever you want.”

Bang!

Daisy slammed the door as she left the room.

“H-Honey, Daisy!”

That night, Kavel had no choice but to sleep alone in the living room.

Meanwhile…

“…”

Ruin quietly observed the couple’s rare argument from inside his room.

He glanced at his father, who had taken another swig of alcohol and lowered his head.

‘Seeing him like this… he looks pitiful.’

Even the greatest swordsman under heaven has limitations. Seeing Kavel, who had no talent for hunting, Ruin felt an inexplicable sympathy.

At the same time…

‘Since I’ve benefited from him before, maybe I should help a bit.’

With that thought, Ruin decided to assist. At sunrise the next day, he approached his father.

“Dad, I’ll come with you.”

“What? With me?”

“Yes. I want to go hunting too. I’ve always wanted to learn.”

“Haha, my son’s grown up already. Alright, let’s go together, Ruin!”

After heading out together for hunting…

“…”

Ruin quickly realized why Kavel always failed.

Swish, thud! Rustle, crack!

Kavel, stubbornly insisting he wanted to succeed as a hunter, moved his body without using any mana. Naturally, every movement made noise, and the cautious wild animals ran away.

Even though Kavel had tried using traps and bait…

Shiiik!

“Dad, are you just going to watch?”

“Huh? Of course. I need to see with my own eyes if they’re caught or not.”

Ruin noted the predatory aura radiating from his father as he watched the trap.

‘No wonder the animals never come near.’

It was only now that Ruin realized how skilled Brion, the hunter who always succeeded with Kavel, truly was.

“Phew, Dad.”

“Huh? Ruin, shh! If you make noise, the animals will run.”

Ruin sighed silently.

‘Looks like today’s hunting will fail too.’

He quietly surveyed the surroundings. After training Cheonyeomubong without pause for three years, his senses were sharper than anyone else’s. Though his mana insensitivity prevented him from cultivating martial arts or storing mana in his dantian…

‘With senses like this, I surpass most who’ve learned martial arts.’

Ruin spotted two deer ahead and a wild boar behind, then naturally began leading them toward him. How? It was simple—he used sound.

Tap, tap-tap, tap-tap-tap!

‘This technique came in handy back when I lived in the shadows.’

It was a method taught by a famous hunter in the Paterion-controlled region, using subtle foot stomps to transmit sound through the ground, mimicking prey steps to attract wild animals.

Tap, tap!

As he repeated the pattern, an idea struck him.

‘Repetition and transmission?’

The sound travels through the ground, stimulating the animal’s hearing and luring them closer.

“…!”

He compared it to Cheonyeomubong, which absorbs surrounding energy slowly and distributes it throughout the body. If that energy is collected and condensed again, it can be repeated and transmitted—just like the sound technique.

At that moment, Kavel’s voice broke his thoughts:

“Ruin, stay still. If you move like that, the animals will run.”

Ruin chuckled and nodded.

“Just a little bored, that’s all.”

“Ruin, hunting requires great patience and endurance, so…”

Then, Grrr…!

“Dad, a wild boar!”

“Shh, quiet!”

Kavel whispered, hand over his lips, eyes fixed on the approaching boar heading toward the trap.

“Just a little closer… that’s it.”

The boar stomped the ground and moved toward Kavel’s trap, lured by Ruin’s sound.

Thud!

When it stepped into the trap…

“Now!”

Whoosh!

Kavel pulled the rope, triggering the trap. Thud, swish!

The ground caved, and the boar was impaled on the sharp stakes inside.

“Kueeeeek!”

The boar thrashed violently but was fatally injured.

At that moment…

Squish!

As if in a final struggle, the boar lunged toward Ruin.

“Ruin!”

Before anyone could react, Ruin easily moved his upper body, dodging the charge.

…?!

Slash!

Kavel’s sword cut the boar’s neck, and it collapsed with a final cry.

“R-Ruin, are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. But Dad?”

Ruin answered casually, leaving Kavel awkwardly smiling.

“Huh? Me? Of course I’m fine. How strong do you think I am!”

Ruin lightly shook his head.

“No, I mean… that.”

He pointed to Kavel’s sword.

“You said that using your sword for hunting ends a swordsman’s life. You used it… I’m sorry, it’s because of me.”

“What?”

Ruin bowed politely, apologizing. Kavel stared blankly at his son, then suddenly…

Thwack!

“Ow!”

Kavel smacked Ruin on the back of the head and smiled brightly.

“Who told you to apologize?”

“Huh?”

“I didn’t use my sword to hunt the boar, I used it to protect my precious son. That’s something a proud Reinhardt swordsman should do!”

He then muttered to Ruin:

“After Dad did something great, and you say sorry?”

“….”

Ruin quietly watched his father.

‘Protect?’

Hearing a word so far removed from his usual life, Ruin felt strangely touched.

‘…Not so bad, actually.’

Knowing Kavel’s heart, Ruin smiled faintly.

“So the boar wasn’t hunted, but incidentally caught while protecting me?”

“Yes, you could say that.”

Ruin smiled and muttered:

“Then unfortunately, hunting today is a failure. What a pity.”

“Wait, so that’s how it… Haha!”

Kavel laughed heartily, making the best of the situation.

That evening, roasted wild boar tasted better than anything they’d ever eaten.

A few days later…

“Ruin, come with me.”

“…?”

“This time, I’ll show my true hunting skills. Get ready.”

“What about Mother’s permission?”

“Ruin, there’s an old saying I know…”

“An old saying?”

Kavel smiled.

“Forgiveness is easier than permission.”

“Eh?”

“Exactly. Now hurry before Daisy finds out.”

And so, Ruin was reluctantly dragged along to let his father prove his hunting skills.