First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System - Chapter 108

108: Inadequate Sword?

108: Inadequate Sword?

As soon as the carriage came to a stop at the door of the mansion, Orion stepped down and stretched his limbs.

Looking around, he saw that the evening sun was about to set.

He thought for a second and turned to look at Edgar.

“Uncle Edgar.” “Yes, Young Master?” “Do you have time for another round of sword practice?

I don’t want to miss days.” Edgar’s brow lifted slightly, a faint smile forming at his lips.

“You’re not tired after everything today?” Lucan jumped down from the carriage and said while puffing his chest out, “Hah, it’s our Young Master after all.

He can go for another 300 rounds and he won’t get tired.” Orion grinned in agreement.

“If anything, I’m more eager to train.

I can’t afford to lose now after building my reputation in the last few days.” Edgar laughed out loud.

“Hahaha, that’s our Young Master.

Let’s go to the training ground.” [Wooo~ Another evening of sweaty swordplay!

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Just don’t pass out like yesterday, okay Master?] ‘Heh, it’s better to pass out in the embrace of two beauties than sleep alone.’ [Master, you pervert!

(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)] He chuckled and followed Edgar into the mansion before heading toward the training room.

The trio entered through the estate’s wide doors, the warm glow of mana-lanterns lighting the polished floors with a soft amber hue.

Their footsteps echoed faintly down the hallway as Orion and Edgar parted ways with Lucan, who loudly declared he needed to “check on the wine cellar for research purposes.” Orion rolled his eyes.

Together, he and Edgar made their way toward the training hall in the west wing of the estate.

The corridor leading there was lined with old paintings of famous duels-knights crossing swords with mythical beasts, and even one scene of a Thunder Dragon locked in combat with a sword-wielding warrior.

‘A sword wielder fighting a True Thunder Dragon, huh?

Must be a legendary figure if not dead,’ he inwardly mused.

He knew how truly frightening True Dragons could be, after all.

[Hehe, it could just be a painting, Master.

Or maybe the True Dragon was a young one?] ‘Well, whatever.

I need to learn how to hold a sword properly before fighting anyone.’ As the two stepped into the training hall, the familiar scene of weapons lining the walls greeted them again.

Edgar walked toward the center of the hall, already stretching his arms.

“So, how did you feel using the sword today?

You used it against that noble brat, right?” Orion followed him and casually reached for the standard steel longsword he had been training with the day before.

He gave it a few test swings, then frowned.

“…It feels too light.” Edgar turned to look at him thoughtfully.

“Too light?” “Yeah.

Yesterday I didn’t notice it because I was still getting used to the basics.

But after fighting a decent match, now it feels like I’m swinging a twig,” Orion said, rotating his wrist and staring at the sword as if it had personally insulted him.

Edgar chuckled, “That’s a good sign.

Means your body is stronger than the beginner sword apprentice.” [Oooh~ Look at you, Master, outgrowing beginner gear already!

What’s the next step?

Swinging a dragon like a club?

(≧▽≦)] Orion ignored Lumi and looked over at Edgar.

“Do you have something heavier?” Edgar stroked his chin, then walked to the weapons rack and pulled out a large greatsword-a blade nearly five feet long and twice as thick as the standard one.

“Try this.

It’s a training greatsword.

Not enchanted, but weighted for strength training,” he said, handing it over.

Orion grabbed the handle with one hand and lifted it easily.

He tried a few test swings.

The weight was satisfying… but something felt wrong.

He frowned again and gave it a few more cuts through the air.

“Too slow,” he muttered.

“I can swing it, but the balance is off.

It drags too much.

Doesn’t match the style I’m aiming for.” Edgar nodded, unsurprised.

“I thought that might happen.

You don’t seem like a heavy blade user.

Your reflexes are your strength-not brute force.

I saw your fight with the young noble.” Orion raised an eyebrow.

“How?

You entered the academy?” “No, no,” Edgar chuckled and took out an orb, turning it around as he infused it with mana.

The orb lit up and a screen floated above it.

“See this.” Inside the screen were scenes from Orion’s fight, from start to finish.

Orion looked at the screen with surprise.

‘Damn, a hologram?

And of such high quality?

Feels like those OLED monitors I used to see in shops.’ “So this is the Recording Orb I heard about?

It’s quite good-the quality is superb.” Edgar nodded and put away the orb.

“That’s how I know how you fight.

So, what do you plan?

I don’t think this sword suits you.” “Then I need a sword that’s heavier than this stick,” Orion lifted the original longsword, “but still lets me move fast.” Edgar crossed his arms.

“Then you’ll need a custom blade, forged to match your fighting style.

I don’t think weight is the issue here.

You need a metal dense enough to suit you while it’s forged as a longsword.

That’s not something you’ll find in a normal weapons rack.” “So what do I need?” Orion asked, stepping back and planting the greatsword into the floor with a soft thud.

“Is it the material?

Or the runes?” “Both,” Edgar said.

“You need a forge that can handle high-tier alloys.

Materials like Bonesteel, Windsilver, or even Mythril composites.

Then, you’ll need a Runesmith to inscribe the internal channels-weight control runes, shock-absorption layers, mana conduction circuits.

That’s what turns a sword into an extension of your body.” Orion raised an eyebrow.

“Sounds expensive.” Edgar grinned.

“It is.” [Good thing you’re broke, Master!

Time to grind side quests for da moni!!

₍ᐢ•ﻌ•ᐢ₎*･ﾟ☆] ‘Heh, are you forgetting who I am?’ Orion replied with a smug smile inwardly.

“So, any Runesmith you recommend?” he asked with a smirk.

Edgar chuckled, “Yes, of course.

And the best one available in this kingdom.” Orion proudly nodded.

“Right-my Grandma.” Edgar laughed out loud.

“Haha, correct.

She would be more than happy to forge a sword for you.

You can ask Lady Selene later.” “Good.

Then until I can get a custom weapon,” Orion said, raising the longsword again, “I’ll just make this work.” Edgar stepped forward with a grin.

“That’s the spirit.” The two of them began their evening practice again.

Edgar forced Orion’s body to adapt to the sword as he sparred with him from time to time or let him swing his sword hundreds of times at once.

Sweat soaked his back within minutes, but his smile only widened.

There was a strange joy in training-the joy of progress.

*** As he swung his sword in front of him, the sound of air slicing rang out.

Orion exhaled a sharp breath and let his arms fall to his sides.

The longsword in his grip was soaked with his own sweat.

Every muscle in his body burned pleasantly-the kind of burn that only came from repetition and from progress.

He tilted his head back, sucking in lungfuls of air.