First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System - Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Adapting
“I will forge your spear by tomorrow, it should become a worthy weapon on the same level as Realm Guardian soon,” she smiled gently and said.

Orion nodded his head with an eager expression, “I can’t wait to see it.” After a small chat, he bid farewell to his grandparents and stepped out confidently from the smithy.

Seeing him leave, Eldric’s expression turned solemn as he turned around, “That sword isn’t a Tier 7 sword, how many runes did you even put in that thing?”

Selene gave him a side glance, “Hmph! I need to ensure the safety of my grandson, even if I have to deceive him, and I didn’t lie. He can upgrade those runes if his Runesmithing level improves, since the material of that sword can be crafted up to Supreme Paragon level easily.”

Eldric didn’t budge, “But the power of runes I felt from it… You didn’t just put Primary Runes, huh, you placed Advanced Runes in it as well?”

Selene didn’t bother to answer and focused on crafting the spear. Eldric heaved a sigh and shook his head, turning to look towards the gate of the smithy.

‘Well, whatever. She is doing it for the good of that brat.’

***

As he moved through the garden, Orion called out in a clear, strong voice, “Uncle Edgar!”

Moments later, Edgar appeared swiftly from a nearby doorway, stepping quickly onto the garden path. His posture was attentive yet relaxed, a small smile forming on his lips upon seeing Orion’s enthusiastic demeanor.

“You called, Young Master?” Edgar asked calmly, curiosity flickering in his gaze.

Orion nodded eagerly, gesturing towards the sword at his waist, “Yes! Let’s head to the training grounds immediately. Grandma finished forging my sword—I want to test it thoroughly.”

Edgar’s eyes briefly glanced down at the sword securely sheathed by Orion’s side, admiration evident in his usually calm demeanor. “Certainly, Young Master. I look forward to seeing your improvements.”

“Improvements?” Orion dryly chuckled, “I first need to get used to its weight, Uncle Edgar. It’s my first time using it.”

Edgar chuckled, “Don’t worry, Young Master, I’m sure you will do fine.”

Orion shook his head and walked inside the mansion and headed towards the training room with Edgar.

This time, he didn’t head towards the weapon rack to pick up a sword, instead he unsheathed his dark beauty as it sliced through the air without any effort and he stood at the center of the training ground.

In his hands, Realm Guardian shimmered darkly, the obsidian blade absorbing the surrounding light with an intensity that almost made it seem alive.

Its intricate runes glowed softly with every beat of Orion’s heart, echoing his mana flow in a rhythmic pulse. The sword felt incredibly natural in his grasp, almost as if it had always belonged there.

Edgar took his place opposite Orion, calmly picking up a sturdy practice sword from the nearby weapon rack.

His movements were precise and smooth, the very image of a seasoned veteran who had faced countless battles. His expression was calm yet expectant, eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation for Orion’s progress.

“Let us begin whenever you’re ready, Young Master,” Edgar prompted, maintaining a neutral guard stance.

Orion nodded once, a focused expression forming onto his face. He gently flexed his fingers around Realm Guardian’s hilt, briefly hesitating before infusing a delicate stream of mana into its core, carefully adjusting its weight.

Immediately, the sword shifted perceptibly, becoming feather-light within his grip.

Taking a controlled breath, Orion stepped forward decisively, initiating the first strike.

The blade effortlessly sliced through the air, quicker than he anticipated. Edgar calmly parried the attack, his gaze calmly analyzing and carefully observing Orion’s handling of his new weapon.

“Too light, Young Master,” Edgar remarked with an encouraging smile. “You’ll sacrifice power for speed at that level. Try something heavier.”

Orion smiled, “I had asked for a heavier sword for a reason. Just wanted to see how fast it can go.” And immediately shifting his intent as he adjusted the mana coursing through the blade.

Instantly, Realm Guardian increased significantly in weight mid-swing, surprising him. The momentum threw Orion slightly off-balance, but he managed to recover swiftly.

Edgar chuckled warmly, easily blocking the heavier strike. “Better, but adjust gradually, Young Master. Let your body understand the changes. Precision, not extremes.”

Orion’s brow twitched, ‘It hasn’t even been a minute since I started using this sword.’

Shaking his head, he exhaled slowly, nodding in acknowledgment. He quickly reset his posture, focusing once again.

This time, he experimented cautiously, shifting the blade’s weight slowly, adjusting it from a comfortable mid-range level to slightly heavier, then slightly lighter again, observing how his body responded with each change.

Gradually, Orion began to adapt, finding the perfect balance between agility and strength. He felt a surge of exhilaration as the sword followed his intent smoothly, its changing weight becoming increasingly intuitive with every passing moment.

Feeling more confident, Orion intensified his strikes. Realm Guardian’s blade danced swiftly, its dark, polished surface glistening under the room’s gentle light as he delivered precise blows toward Edgar.

Each adjustment he made felt smoother, more natural, syncing perfectly with his fighting rhythm.

Edgar steadily maintained his defenses, a smile of genuine satisfaction growing as he carefully countered each attack. “Excellent, Young Master! You’re adapting remarkably fast. Continue to refine your control, let the blade guide your movements!”

Encouraged by Edgar’s words, Orion’s confidence soared further. He gradually grew bolder, seamlessly adjusting Realm Guardian’s weight during the fluid exchange of blows—sometimes increasing its heaviness to deliver powerful strikes, sometimes making it nearly weightless to swiftly evade Edgar’s counters.

With each exchange, Orion found himself becoming more adept, his movements growing increasingly fluid and precise.

The sword felt alive in his hands, responding instantly to his thoughts and intentions, transforming his combat style completely. Every strike became more controlled, every parry more effortless.

Sweat soon dripped down his temples, but Orion’s focus remained unbroken. The relentless rhythm of their sparring echoed through the hall, interrupted only by the crisp sound of blade meeting blade and the measured breaths of both combatants.

After several hours, the sunlight outside had gradually faded into night, making the room slightly more dark.

Yet Orion barely noticed the passage of time, completely immersed in the intense, thrilling feeling of combat with Edgar.

Eventually, Edgar stepped back, lowering his practice sword as he smiled approvingly, clearly impressed. “That’s enough for now, Young Master. You’ve progressed tremendously in such a short time. Truly exceptional.”

Orion paused, his exhaustion catching up to him as he began taking deep breaths. His adrenaline was making him keep up with Edgar for such a long time.

However, a wide smile of accomplishment formed upon his face, “Thank you, Uncle Edgar. This sword is unlike anything I’ve ever used. The ability to shift its weight so fluidly—it changes everything.”

Edgar nodded thoughtfully, clearly pleased by Orion’s rapid mastery. “Indeed. Learning to control Realm Guardian has made you vastly more versatile. It suits your style perfectly. Continue practicing this diligently, and you’ll soon surpass expectations.”

Orion carefully sheathed Realm Guardian with a smile, feeling a sense of deep gratitude for forging such an amazing sword for him.

“Thanks again, Uncle Edgar,” Orion said softly, sincerity evident in his tone. “Your guidance is invaluable.”