Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint-Chapter 79: Intense Silence

The corridor suddenly felt... heavy.

The two boys felt their breathing slow.

Like something invisible was pressing against their chests.

Rowan’s eyes glowed faintly blue.

"You’re blocking my path."

"And I’m not in the mood to be patient."

"This... this incident—so what if you’re impatient? What are you going to do?" Vincent sneered.

Before either of them could react, Rowan stepped forward—but then, from behind, a presence moved faster than thought.

Wham!

The back of both boys’ necks was struck. They collapsed instantly, unconscious on the ground.

"Imbeciles," Rowan muttered as he walked past them.

"They’re still very young... look at what they worry about at this age."

He glanced at the empty corridor, thinking.

"At ten years old, they’re acting all mature... toddlers pretending to care. Even the princess... she’s surprisingly mature for her age. Always craving strength. I don’t know why, and I don’t care. My only reason to stay away from her is... because of the the very person she reminds me off."

Rowan adjusted his bag and calmly walked back into his classroom.

All eyes followed him as murmurs spread across the room.

He ignored them, slid into his seat, and rested his hands.

Everyone in the class was staring at him as he walked in. Some frowned, others whispered quietly, trying to make sense of the scene. Even Daryl didn’t say a word—he just watched from his seat, eyes narrowed. What the hell? The princess... and him? The one who’s supposed to be holding the princess back... Daryl thought, his mind racing. I’m done going down for break.

Rowan slid into his seat, adjusting himself. Damn... everyone’s staring at me... he thought. Well, I don’t care. I wanted to make friends, maybe experience that kind of life... but it looks like that’s not for me. Not that I care anyway.

Just then, someone entered the classroom—Neville. He walked directly toward Rowan and bent his head slightly.

"Oh, you’re here," Neville said.

"What are you doing here?" Rowan asked casually.

"Looks like I was the last one during the assessments, and since I passed, I figured I should at least stay here... even if I’m a little weak," Neville replied.

He glanced at a nearby seat. "Has anyone taken this one?" he asked, pointing to the spot beside Rowan.

Rowan shrugged. "I don’t know, I haven’t seen anyone sit there."

Neville nodded and sat down beside him, settling in comfortably.

I just want to say... you stood your ground in the tournament. Even if you lost to Daryl, you weren’t utterly defeated. You proved you’re still strong, even if he was stronger."

"Oh, really?" Rowan asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Neville said firmly. "Not only that, you’re a sword saint, just like me, and you still stood your ground against him. That was impressive."

"But should i take that as a compliment," Rowan said.

"Yes, it’s obviously a compliment. You are a sword saint just like me, and I’m very sure I’m not capable of that," Neville said.

"Well, maybe you are not, but still... we just met. I don’t really know who you are, what you’ve been through, or the way you think. That’s my problem. And the way you think... it’s actually really poor. No matter how weak you are, don’t just accept the fact that you are weak or say you are weak. Only say you want to get stronger when you know you are weak.

I’m not strong myself, but no matter what anyone says, I don’t see myself as weak. We sword saints are not strong, but still, don’t embrace the fact that people think we are weak," Rowan said firmly.

Neville’s face changed. He stepped back slightly and let out a small smile. "Well... you’re right. Maybe I’m just used to looking down on myself," Neville admitted.

"And why is that?" Rowan asked.

"Well, remember when I told you about Daryl’s father? His father looks down on my father. The truth is... my father works for his father. And sometimes, his father humiliates my father in front of us. Countless times. But there’s nothing my father can do. There was even a time when Daryl’s mother slapped him in the face. And the only thing my father did was smile and apologize," Neville said quietly.

Rowan frowned. "But still... why is that? What rank is your family as nobles?"

"My father is a viscount. The lowest of the low. But he’s actually doing okay, to be honest. The only reason I’m here is because he saved for years to send me to this academy. It costs a lot of money. I thought you would come from a high-ranking family," Neville said.

Rowan shook his head. "No. My father is also a viscount."

Neville paused. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Rowan said.

"But then... how do you have this much confidence?" Neville asked.

Rowan looked forward calmly.

"Because I don’t let other people decide my worth."

"But still," Rowan said quietly, looking at Neville. "Let me tell you something. Does your father really care about you?"

Neville nodded. "Yes. He does."

"Then have you ever told him about how Daryl has been bullying you? Because I can tell you this — he has been bullying you since we were little. We are still young, yes, we are only ten... but that doesn’t make it right," Rowan said.

Neville shook his head. "No. I haven’t told him."

Rowan frowned. "That’s a problem. If you tell your father, he will confront Daryl. And surprisingly, even Daryl’s father — who is higher ranked than your father — won’t be able to do anything about it."

Neville went silent.

Before he could reply, the bell rang.

Bling. Bling. Bling. Bling.

Break was over.

Students began returning to the classroom one by one. The princess, Velqira, also walked in and returned to her seat. Soon, the room was filled again with quiet murmurs and moving chairs.

Everyone sat down.

As the class settled back into silence, Velqira stayed facing forward. She didn’t turn around.