Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 47: Flowing Glimpse

Aldwin exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting away.

"Well, what surprised me is how strong the Fenrir really is," he said quietly. "I was the one who struck it first. That Fenrir... it didn’t kill me years ago. And yet, yesterday it appeared again. It protected me instead."

He clenched his fist slightly.

He shook his head lightly. "I’ll just forget about it for now."

Elian nodded. "That’s probably for the best."

Rowan turned back toward the training ground, and Elian stepped aside to give him space.

"Now," Elian said calmly, "watch carefully. You’ve already seen how I do it. I want you to understand the feeling."

She raised her hand. "Imagine the water responding to you. Feel the mana flowing from your core, moving into your palm. Don’t force it. Guide it."

Rowan nodded and closed his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, focusing deeply.

A faint warmth appeared in his palm, then a soft shimmer.

Drip.

Water formed, gathering slowly in his hand.

Rowan’s eyes widened. "I... I did it!"

But the water immediately slipped through his fingers and splashed onto the ground.

"What?" he muttered.

Elian clapped lightly. "That’s actually impressive. This is only your second attempt."

Rowan stared at his hand. "But I imagined it turning into an arrow. Why didn’t it take shape?"

"Because shaping comes after control," Elian explained patiently. "First, stabilize the water. Make it stay. Then learn to move it, sideways, upward, or forward. Only after that can you form attacks."

She smiled. "You read a lot. You understand theory. Now your body just has to catch up."

Rowan nodded. "I understand."

"That’s enough for today," Elian said. "You did well."

Aldwin stepped forward, a wooden sword resting lightly in his grip.

"Here I come, son."

Rowan tightened his hold on his own wooden blade, his stance low and steady. The moment Aldwin moved, the air shifted. His presence alone carried pressure. In an instant, Aldwin closed the distance, his sword cutting downward.

Clang!

Rowan barely managed to block. The impact sent a tremor through his arms, forcing him to slide back a few steps across the dirt.

"Good," Aldwin said calmly. "You didn’t freeze."

He struck again, faster this time.

Rowan reacted on instinct, twisting his body and raising his sword sideways. The blades collided again, sharp wooden cracks echoing through the yard. Rowan gritted his teeth, his arms burning.

"He’s holding back," Rowan thought. "But even like this... he’s overwhelming."

Aldwin stepped in close and suddenly swept low. Rowan jumped back just in time, landing awkwardly but keeping his balance.

"Your reflexes are improving," Aldwin said. "But you rely too much on reacting. Anticipate. Feel the flow."

Rowan watched his father carefully.

My father is really strong. Unbelievably strong.

If Rowan truly fought seriously, he knew he could defeat him, even at full power. But that was the problem. If he did, too many questions would be asked. Too much attention would fall on him.

He couldn’t let that happen.

If he trained me at full strength, I could grow even faster, Rowan thought. But if people see that, they’ll realize something’s wrong.

He didn’t want to be seen as weak, but he couldn’t reveal his true strength either.

Aldwin moved first.

He stepped forward, his sword slicing through the air with terrifying speed.

Rowan reacted instantly, bending his body just enough for the blade to pass above his head. The wind from the swing brushed his hair.

He leaped back smoothly.

Aldwin’s eyes widened slightly.

"Impressive," he said. "Truly impressive."

Rowan said nothing, simply adjusting his stance.

Then Aldwin’s expression sharpened.

"Then I won’t hold back this time."

In the next instant, Aldwin vanished.

He reappeared in front of Rowan, his sword already coming down.

Rowan raised his blade just in time. Clang! The impact sent a shock through his arms, forcing him backward several steps.

He gritted his teeth.

I can see him... but barely.

To anyone watching, Aldwin’s movement was too fast to follow. Even skilled warriors would have lost sight of him.

But Rowan saw him.

He could follow every motion.

Still, he held back.

If he reacted properly, it would be obvious he was far beyond his age.

Aldwin suddenly appeared behind him.

Before Rowan could react, the wooden sword tapped the back of his head.

Thud.

"You lost, son," Aldwin said calmly.

Rowan rubbed the back of his head and let out a small laugh.

"Ouch... looks like I lost."

Aldwin smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Even so, you were incredible. Truly. At this rate, you’ll surpass me one day."

Elian, who had been watching quietly, stepped forward.

"That was amazing," she said honestly. "You held your own against him. Not many could do that."

Rowan scratched the back of his neck, smiling lightly.

"I still have a long way to go," he said.

But deep inside, he knew the truth.

If I hadn’t held back, this would’ve ended very differently.

"Well, I think that should be enough for today," Elian said. "You should all go inside and rest." She then went inside.

Rowan nodded and turned toward the house. But after taking a few steps, he stopped.

"Father," Rowan called.

Aldwin paused and turned around. "What is it?"

Rowan hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I wanted to ask... are there people stronger than you?"

Aldwin raised his brow slightly.

"I mean," Rowan continued, "you’re a Sword God. You’re an S-rank adventurer, the highest rank there is. Are there really adventurers stronger than you?"

Aldwin exhaled softly.

"Yes," he replied. "There are."

Rowan looked at him in silence.

"As of now, I’m considered one of the strongest adventurers alive," Aldwin said. "But there are sword gods who surpass me. Those who have reached heights even I have yet to reach."

Rowan’s eyes widened slightly.

"You’ll meet them one day," Aldwin continued. "When you enter the Academy of Swordsmen. That’s where the truly powerful gather. And after three years, you’ll move on to the Academy of Adventurers. There, the S-rank sword gods of my time are waiting, far stronger than even I am."