I must say that my master sure has a weird mode of transportation, While we were on our way to the town in the Empire which was called Ruben, My master just carried me like a sack of rice as he zoomed past the large forest and jumped from tree to tree. It was a shakey ride that I felt dizzy.
Upon arriving at the gates of Ruben Town, My master vouched for my identity as he handed the guards an identity plaque. In the plaque, my name was Roanoke and my Master was 'Sol'. It felt weird as he refer to himself as someone else. And yeah, My master actually got me an identity plaque when I was staying with him. How nice of him, I was touched. If only he was not a piece of shit.
But what was even weirder was that the Guards did not recognized my master. How strange, why do people not recognize him? And when it was time for the guards to question me or my face....my master just said that I am a wandering jester.
Suspicious of that, the guards were about to ask for my face to be revealed because apparently, they are chasing a criminal....I thought it was me at first but it was actually a different criminal.
Trying to curse my master for being complacent and thinking that mask alone will not do it, I decided to do a stunt to convince the guard that I am a wandering Jester.
So what I did was....Fart and say something humiliating like:
"Uh oh, I pooped my pants!"
The Guards laughed at my stunt as my master also held his laughter too...I thought to myself that I did pretty well, but the Guards were stubborn anyway. They did not drop their guard with that stunt and insisted on my mask to be removed.
Left with no choice, I turned to my master for help, but seeing him be so relaxed...I just followed what the guards said and revealed my face.
"Hmm....okay, you are good to go"
The guards said as they let the two of us pass.
Eh? What just happened?
I turned to my master to ask that question when he just let out a loud cackle.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA you are an idiot, really. Those guys will never recognize your face because what they had was just a sketch, and what's more...you looked different already HAHAHAHAHAA"
Hearing him laugh somewhat pissed me off, but I did not get what he meant as he just continued on.
"Your attractive noble appearance is what made you recognizable before, but now...you look like a street rat. Barely recognizable anymore, No one will surely believe that the ever so great mighty noble like you will become a dirtbag. Only those who have been so close to you like a family or friends will recognize you HAHAHAHAHAHA, you even pulled that farting stunt! Dumbass! HAHAHAHAH"
He held his stomach while letting out a loud laugh, he even had tears coming out of his eyes from laughing too much as I am just....standing there, watching him and had my fists clenched.
I swear, I will kill this guy someday.
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Discarding the Clown mask away into my robe, I also thought about the reason why the people in this town wasn't able to recognize my master as he was a literal symbol of terror, so there is no way for his appearance to be forgotten. He just said that, they all recognized him.
But why are they not doing anything you ask? Simple, My Master's strength was so great that no one would dare mess with him. Even if they call the church or the Ten Strongest, they will all just avoid clashing with him because clashing with him will just make them suffer lots of losses. He is one of the Ten Strongest in the Continent after all.
"But why the plaque, though?"
I asked him about his plaque, why did he name himself Sol in the first place? Isn't it a hassle?
"To convince you more about the prank, of course."
My master sneered at me which somewhat made me want to infuse Ki in my fist and beat him up to death. How devoted is this guy to even go so far as forging an identity just for a prank? He really did that just to make me act like a clown. Fucker.
Giving up on avenging myself, me and Master entered a shop in the back alley. Upon entering the shop, we were soon greeted by the grandiose appearance of the interior of this smithy. On the outside, it looked like a rundown house but on the inside it was so Grand.
As the bells of the door rang, A hobo looking guy stepped out from the backdoor and held a bottle of liquor on his hand. He wobbled and then stared at my Master.
"Oh? Li Sheng? Been awhile since I saw you. Has it been a decade? How is—"
Before the drunk man could finish his sentences, Master chuckled and cut him off by tapping the wooden counter table.
"Dearest Roel. May I ask you to craft my Disciple a sword befitting for him?"
Master asked as the drunken man just clicked his tongue upon seeing that he was interrupted, then glanced at me.
"Disciple eh? You finally got one disciple for yourself? Tryna destroy the world again, aren't cha?"
The drunken man called Roel chuckled at my Master's request, as he chugged down a gulp of the booze that he was holding, after chugging it down, he then wiped the extra booze that spilled out of his mouth and stared at my Master's Stick Sword and him.
"Sorry dude, but I cannot do it right now. I no longer see any passion for making personal swords. Ever since that woman from Valiere and you, I no longer see anyone who has a swordsmanship worthy of my creation. Even now, This kid of yours do not look like he will be worthy of one."
Hearing those words come out from the drunken man's smelly mouth, Master kept quiet for a moment as if he was thinking about something with his eyes closed, then heaved out a sigh.
"Guess it can't be helped. Can I just grab some random swords for this guy?"
My master chuckled as though he really admitted that I was unworthy of the drunken man's recognition. Hearing that, my pride got hurt somehow...but that's it. Maybe I really am not worthy, and not like I can sulk around. So I followed my master into choosing swords after getting the man's approval.
Though I would like to know who That Valiere woman that Old Man Roel just talked about. I did hear about the Valiere Duchy, the current patriarch is The Sword Saint. But I never heard about a woman from Valiere....does he have a daughter?
"Who is this Valiere woman, Sir?"
Without any thought, I blurted that question out towards Old Man Roel. I earned a glance from my master but he did not do his usual stunt of chuckling and just focused back on looking for swords for me.
Old Man Roel meanwhile, just lazily watched my master looked for swords as if he was keeping Guard, afraid that my master might shoplift. Yeah, I totally get that.
"Valiere eh, makes sense...she has been erased from History. Even her name was forgotten by everyone aside from those who really knew her.....hmmm, If I were to describe her, she was a monster among monsters. The Current Sword Saint will surely hold no candle towards her....makes sense, she was his Older Sister. Hahaha"
Listening to Old Man Roel's story, I was intrigued and terrified as if he was talking about a forbidden knowledge. Erased from History? How much of a big deal is she? and the current Sword Saint's older sister? He even dissed the sword saint as if they are just close friends. Who is this guy?
"She was a monster of talents. She was known for a lot of achievements, no one has been able to defeat her and is known to be a nightmare among Demons, The first one to reach Violet rank. The Devil Hunter. That's just it though. Knowing more will get you in trouble"
Old Man Roel stopped there with a chuckle as he chugged down another gulp of the booze. After a while of talking then, Master came back with a bunch of swords and put it on the counter infront of me.
Grabbing the thinnest one that is straight and is similarly shaped to Geoffrey 2.0 Skull Crusher, I swang it for a few times and let out a hum.
Yep, this will do just fine.
Putting this sword onto the counter, I told Old Man Roel that I will be using this.
"Hahaha quite a good pick. You got a name for it?"
Old Man Roel asked me as he looked for a scabbard befitting of that sword. It was 43 inches in length and is quite thin but sharp, so he looked for a scabbard of similar.
"Yep. I named it: Geoffrey 3.0 Flesh Cutter"
After hearing me say that, Old Man Roel halted what he was doing as he stared at me with terror on his eyes.
My master meanwhile, He suppressed a laugh beside me and held his stomach.
"Are you...serious?"
Old Man Roel asked with a terrified expression, as I just nodded with an eager expression. Then he sighed.
"Kid, your sword is like your lover. Do not ever make fun of it."
Hm? What was wrong with that? Geoffrey is my bestfriend, how dare he belittle my bestfriend. Scowling, I glared at Old Man Roel as the old man just sighed.
"Give it a proper name. Like your Master's [ Luna's Descent ], you should name it properly. Although this guy named his sword style randomly, you should never do it to your sword as it is your lover."
Hearing the Old Man say those words, I stared at my master and the bewitched sword on his waist. I never knew about the name of that sword, so it was [ Luna's Descent ] huh? And what was the name of this guy's sword style?
"What's the name of your sword style, Master?"
I asked my Master as the guy just smiled whereas The Old Man sighed and shook his head.
"I called it [ Bullshit Swordsmanship ]"
Yeah, I now know what Old Man Roel meant.