The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 103: Memories-1

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In the world that’s different, atop a quiet mountain range, the morning sun cast golden rays across the vast green forest. The sky stretched wide and bright, dotted with a few drifting white clouds. A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops, carrying the soft chirping of birds and the distant cry of an eagle soaring high above. The leaves danced with the wind, casting speckled shadows across the earth. Squirrels darted between branches, and wildflowers swayed gently beneath the daylight. Everything felt alive—calm, yet brimming with quiet power.

At the very top of the mountain, near the edge of a cliff overlooking the vast forest below, the peaceful soundscape was suddenly interrupted by the rhythmic swishing of a sword.

–Swuush!

There, standing in a wide stance near a tall tree, was a young boy. He had short, messy black hair, a determined glint in his dark eyes, and sweat running down the side of his face. He wore a traditional Murin-style martial robe—black with silver embroidery tracing along the collar and sleeves, fitted at the waist with a crimson sash. His sleeves were rolled slightly to his elbows, revealing lean arms built through training. His boots were leather, scuffed at the toes from constant practice, and he wore dark bracers that had seen their fair share of combat.

"Hiya!"

–Swuush!

With both hands gripping the sword, he continued swinging through the air, each strike filled with intense focus. His frowning brows and clenched jaw showed the concentration of someone determined to break past their limits. After a few more swings, he paused for a moment, panting lightly.

Then, as a few golden leaves began to fall from the tree overhead, he suddenly slashed upward.

–Slash! Slice!

Seven leaves, fluttering toward the ground, were cut mid-air—each one sliced into four perfect pieces before hitting the dirt below.

Lowering his sword, he exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Then, his gaze drifted toward the distant horizon, where a large, towering mountain stood in the far distance, bathed in sunlight.

He slowly stepped toward the cliff’s edge, his eyes fixed on that distant peak. Standing at the edge, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the mountain breeze fill his lungs.

When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with renewed resolve.

Raising his sword before his face with both hands, its tip pointed skyward, he closed his eyes once more. Suddenly, a red-hued energy began to stir around his body, swirling like a gentle flame. The aura gathered and surged into his sword, enveloping the blade until it glowed brightly.

Then—

"HA!"

–SLICE–!

A sharp, clean sound echoed through the air as he swung his sword in a vertical slash.

For a second, nothing happened.

Then—a brilliant white line appeared across the side of the distant mountain. And a breath later—

–BOOOOOOM!

An explosion echoed like thunder as the mountain split in two, the line of the slash clean and exact.

The boy stared wide-eyed, stunned for a heartbeat. Then he dropped to his knees, still catching his breath, and smiled in disbelief.

"I did it..." he whispered.

Then, louder, "I finally did it!!"

He threw his hands up to the sky, laughing like someone who had just climbed the impossible. Joy bloomed across his face as he threw his sword down—only for it to stop midair, floating perfectly still.

With practiced ease, he hopped onto the sword, now using it like a flying board, and zipped toward the distant mountain peak with the wind blowing through his hair.

"I can’t wait to show Master!" he shouted gleefully, unable to hide his excitement.

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At the top of the distant mountain, a man was sprawled lazily across a wide, flat rock. A thick book rested over his face, and next to him was a large paper umbrella stuck in the ground to shield him from the harsh sunlight.

"Zzzzzzz~"

"...Master..."

Just then, a distant voice began calling, getting louder by the second.

"...aster... MASTER!!"

Suddenly, the boy flew down on his floating sword, landing in a hurry before running straight toward the sleeping man.

"Master! I did it! Wake—"

–SLAP!

"Ugh!"

A flying slipper smacked him clean in the face, knocking him backward.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to bother me during my naps?" a cold, annoyed voice muttered as the man sat up, revealing a displeased frown.

He had long, untied black hair and narrow black eyes with a sleepy look. His handsome features were offset by the deep crease of irritation between his brows. He wore a plain dark blue robe, loose and slightly wrinkled, with a white inner shirt and simple cloth belt. Unlike the boy, his appearance was far more laid-back and carefree, as if he had no intention of doing anything productive.

Scratching his head with a sheepish grin, the boy laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry... I got excited and forgot. I really wanted to show you something, Master..." he said, rubbing the red mark left by the slipper on his face.

The man let out a sigh, folding his arms. "What is it this time?"

Seeing his master wasn’t furious anymore, the boy perked up. "I managed to create a new sword art technique! Just like you told me to!"

"...I see," the master replied with half-lidded eyes, completely unimpressed.

Without another word, he lay back down on the rock and pulled the book over his face again.

The boy panicked. "Wait, Master! I want to show you the technique! It’s amazing!"

"I’m busy. I’ll look at it later," came the drowsy reply.

Watching his teacher curl back up to nap again, the boy pouted, puffing out his cheeks. Seeing his Master’s behavior, he remember the man’s character again.

Wasteful, frustrating, impossible to talk to... and Lazy.

Despite all that, he still admired this man more than anyone else in his life. The strongest martial artist he had ever seen—and also the most difficult to convince.

It had taken him months to even get this man to agree to take him as a disciple.

"But Master... you promised to teach me a new technique if I came up with one of my own!" the boy complained, practically begging now.

"I said laaaater... zzzz..." The guy murmured in a weak voice while sleeping.

Feeling annoyed and impatient, the boy shouted in anger.

"That’s not fair! You promised to see my sword art and—"

–SLAP!

But another slipper flew out of nowhere, smacking him straight in the face again.

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP BOTHERING ME, YOU ANNOYING BRAT!" the master shouted, now fully sitting up, grabbing a nearby rock as if ready to throw it.

The boy jumped back, yelping in panic. "AHHH! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!"

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Hours passed, and the sun began its slow descent, casting long shadows over the mountain range. The warm glow of dusk bathed the forest in golden-orange light, while cicadas chirped in the distance.

At last, the master—still half-asleep—descended the mountain trail with the boy, his eyes drooping and a yawn slipping lazily from his lips.

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The boy, however, was wide awake and brimming with excitement. His eyes sparkled as he walked ahead, leading the way back to the same cliff where he had been training earlier. He stopped at the edge, gripping his sword with both hands and planting his feet firmly into the ground.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his sword slowly, assuming the same stance from before. His eyes closed in silent focus. The wind brushed past his cheeks, and for a moment, the world seemed to grow still.

Then–

—slice!

—BOOM!

A thunderous shockwave rang out as the boy unleashed his slash. Just like before, a brilliant thin red arc of energy shot out, striking the mountain next to the one he had split earlier.

This time, another peak—tall and proud—was cleanly severed in half.

Dust and rocks exploded into the sky as the upper half of the mountain slowly began to slide, then collapsed with a mighty roar. Birds scattered into the air in flocks.

The boy let out a breath, as he didn’t realize he was holding, sweat beading down his face. Then, grinning from ear to ear, he turned to his master.

"So? What do you think?" he asked, eyes gleaming with hope and anticipation.

The master stood nearby with the same blank, stoic expression. He scratched his chin idly, tilted his head...

And then let out a bored, unimpressed grunt.

"Meh."

The boy froze.

The light in his eyes flickered.

’...Meh?’ he repeated in disbelief.

A sudden shattering noise rang out behind him—though nothing was actually breaking, it was just his reality had broken in his mind.

—Shatter!

His expression turned hollow. His whole mind seemed to glitch as he struggled to comprehend what that single meaningless sound from his master really meant.

’...What kind of answer is that?!’

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(A/C)

We are finally getting close to the last Chapters of the first Act... or Arc. And because it’s a new month, I plan to fast forward released the Chapters so I can finally end this stupid long Arc and laze arou– Ahem, I mean rest my brain from writing.

So, as a thanks to all the readers who support this story (book), I plan to make a.... (what can I make?)

Ah, how about this. For those who have some ideas about a new character names or design, you can just comment, and hopefully, they might appear in the story.

Or you can text me in discord (which I rarely use):

https://discord.gg/kkJaADPS

Oh yes, maybe it’s a good idea to say it now. Because the next Arc will be the Academy Arc, there will be alot of new Characters (that I haven’t finished decided who, how much, and what they look like)

So, if you have idea for new character Academy, just comment.

(Note: just like the character in Valoria Legends, the characters need to feel like fantasy Gacha Game... Yes, Gacha)

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