TSMRG 08

Chapter 8

Reincarnated as the Greatest Sword Genius in the History of a Swordsmanship Family
“Sixteen children participated in this Sword Selection Ceremony. Among them are Oswell Reinhardt’s third son, Seron, and Philip Reinhardt’s eldest son, Andrei. Next, the second daughter of the collateral branch, Heinz Reinhardt, Meilin…”

The middle-aged man shouting this list was Oswell, the second son of Damon Reinhardt.

Due to his congenital illness, he managed the affairs of the Reinhardt swordsmanship family on behalf of his reclusive eldest brother, Gale.

“…Selena, the eldest daughter of the vassal family Edin Marcus, and finally, Kavel’s eldest son, Ruin.”

After finishing the introduction of the sixteen children by calling Ruin’s name last, Oswell shifted his gaze.

“From now on, you will enter the main family’s Sword Tomb. There, you must choose your own sword.”

The children tensed at his stern words. However, Ruin’s expression showed no change.

Rather, he thought:

‘So those are the ones.’

He simply looked at the children who had insulted his parents earlier.

‘Once we enter the Sword Tomb, I’ll give them a proper lesson.’

Ever since he had lived as No. 1872 in his past life, Ruin had been exceptional at education.

After gauging their abilities using Cheon-eui Mubong (Heavenly Limitless Technique), he assessed:

‘For their age, they’ve achieved something, but they’re still far from it.’

Most of the selected children came from prestigious parents or backgrounds and had been given rigorous training and potent elixirs from a young age. But none of them posed any real threat to Ruin.

Among the fifteen other children, only three stood out.

‘Seron, was it?’

The second son of the current family head, nicknamed the Blue Fox, Oswell Reinhardt’s youngest son. His aura, already surprisingly composed for a ten-year-old, was impressive.

‘Hmm… gifted, perhaps.’

Since he wasn’t part of the group that insulted his parents earlier, Ruin dismissed him and lost interest.

The second was a blonde girl…

‘Huh?’

Ruin’s eyes accidentally met hers.

‘Why is she looking at me in a situation like this?’

Caught off guard, Ruin missed the natural moment to look away. Damn it. The two of them ended up staring at each other.

The girl, with striking golden hair, was clearly beautiful enough to make many hearts flutter in the future. She stared at Ruin for a while before quietly mouthing:

‘What are you looking at?’

Ruin shrugged subtly. She let out a small laugh, amused, then turned her head away.

‘That’s Meilin, right?’

Finally, there was Selena Marcus, a pale blue-haired, expressionless girl.

Ruin had now identified the three most talented and capable children, aside from himself, and returned his attention to Oswell.

“Exactly ten minutes from now, you will use the portal here to enter the Sword Tomb. Complete your final preparations and reconvene here.”

“Yes, understood.”
“Yep!”

The children, unaccustomed to unified training, responded loudly in their own voices. Watching them, the adults smiled faintly.

‘I’ll handle your education later, just wait.’

Though his strength wasn’t enough to face the master-level Reinhardt swordsmen yet, Ruin vowed: once he reached the realm of Cheon-eui Mubong and mastered Damon’s martial arts, he would kick the asses of those who had insulted his parents.

Soon, the children began attending to their parents, visiting the restroom, or quietly practicing spells. At that moment:

Ziiiing.

‘Hmm?’

An unknown energy attempted to scan the user’s information. Cheon-eui Mubong resisted.

Failed. Failed. Success.

Successfully resisting, the information was blocked.

Ruin tilted his head, puzzled by the sudden notification.

‘What was that all of a sudden?’

While he was still confused, he noticed North Sword Master Damon slowly rising from his seat and walking somewhere.

“Preon, follow me.”

Preon, the Great Sword Master of Seolam, who had personally escorted Ruin to the family head’s hall, bowed respectfully and followed Damon Reinhardt’s order.

They entered Damon’s private study behind the hall. Damon sat comfortably and gestured to Preon.

“Sit.”
“Yes.”

Preon carefully sat on the opposite sofa. Damon then turned to his ever-present assistant, Joel.

“Joel, have you checked?”
“Yes, Master. There are no signs of martial arts practice or mana accumulation.”
“The color?”
“…I’m afraid it was purple.”

Joel bowed respectfully, reporting that he had carried out his previous orders. Damon nodded slightly and poured himself a strong drink.

“Preon, care for a drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“Really? This is a fine vintage—Spread, 43 years old.”

After gulping it down, Damon wiped his mouth roughly and asked Preon:

“So, tell me. What about that child shook you so?”

“I… don’t understand, sir…”
“The ruthless and cold Great Sword Master personally escorted Kavel’s child to the family head’s hall. How long do you think it will take for this news to spread in Banapen?”

Preon was speechless. His role had only been to escort the child to the main entrance. Yet he had taken Ruin all the way to the hall…

‘I just wanted to see what kind of child he was.’

The child had behaved calmly despite the criticism and negativity, as if expecting everything.

Damon spoke again.

“Quite sharp, I see. Shall I offer you another drink?”
“No, I’m fine, sir.”

Preon muttered quietly, serious:

“Forgive me, but that child… seems different from normal children.”
“Different? How?”
“He seemed to have anticipated everything. When I visited Kavel’s home…”

Preon explained all the unease and doubts he had felt to Damon and Joel.

“Even when receiving criticism at the hall, his expression didn’t change. He’s not an ordinary child.”

Damon nodded, swirling his drink.

“And your thoughts, Joel?”
“Ruin seems remarkably clever.”
“Clever?”
“Yes, otherwise the Great Sword Master wouldn’t have said that.”

Joel’s faint smile made Damon laugh.

“Haha, true. But Kavel’s child wasn’t that smart before. Are children of Captalen usually this sharp?”
“Miss Daisy was known for being bright and capable from a young age, though her temperament reportedly became a bit fiery over time.”
“Then does Ruin resemble his mother?”
“I cannot confirm personally, sir.”

Joel bowed apologetically, and Damon muttered:

“Then we shall find out.”
“Yes, sir. I will follow your order.”

Damon continued his own assessment:

“No martial arts, no mana, lacking talent. Yet mature and clever for his age?”

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Will be despised greatly.”

The Reinhardt family already had negative views toward Kavel’s child. Naturally, they would oppose and dislike him. If Ruin had inherited Kavel’s talent, he could have silenced people with his skills. But Joel’s artifact, the Talent Mirror, showed Ruin’s color as purple—a sign of minimal or unmanageable talent, rare even for someone of North Sword Master’s level.

‘Ruin cannot have talent comparable to the Master.’

Most children in this ceremony had red or orange, indicating far greater innate talent. Ruin’s future looked grim.

A quiet silence fell until a knock on the office door.

“Master, it’s time.”

Damon set down his drink.

“Good, let’s go.”
“Yes, sir.”

Joel and Preon followed him outside. Oswell awaited them. Damon placed his hand on Seron’s shoulder and muttered:

“Now, let’s see what swords these children will choose in the ceremony.”

Oswell smiled faintly, nodding.

“You may look forward to it. This cohort has quite exceptional children.”
“Haha, really? Isn’t that because your youngest son is participating?”
“No, of course not. Since when have I ever let personal feelings influence such matters, father?”

Damon chuckled at his playful son. Oswell smiled and softly addressed him as father.

“Good. Let’s see what unfolds.”
“Yes, Master.”

Of course, Damon’s attention was indeed partly because of his youngest son, Seron.