Reincarnation Of The Legendary Sword Saint

Kyle nodded. "Yes... it’s over."

Michael exhaled slowly, looking down at his body.

"Ah... all my injuries... they’re gone?"

Kyle said, "The healers restored you. Your body’s stable."

Michael’s brow furrowed. "No... there’s something deeper. Some internal damage. There was a hole... in my stomach. I... I don’t even know what to say."

Kyle’s expression tightened. "Then tell us. What happened?"

Michael’s eyes darkened. He placed a hand over his face, voice low.

"I fought that demon... that one. He was too strong. I couldn’t win. I matched him... power for power... and yet... it wasn’t enough. I felt... utterly helpless."

He lowered his arm, revealing the strain and fatigue etched into his features.

Kyle and Cherry remained silent, watching, the weight of Michael’s words settling like a storm in the room.

"What were you even fighting?" Cherry asked, her voice sharp.

Michael exhaled slowly.

"All I know is... I was about to lose my life."

His eyes darkened.

"There was something... something extremely powerful."

His voice became lower.

"I felt a presence."

"A powerful presence."

Kyle’s eyes narrowed.

Michael continued.

"It carried me."

"From one position... to another."

He clenched his fist.

"I was half unconscious."

"But I felt it clearly."

"It moved me away from the forest."

Away from the exact place where I was about to be slain."

Michael shook his head.

"I didn’t see who it was."

"I didn’t see what it was."

"But the aura..."

His eyes trembled slightly.

"The calmness."

"The pressure."

"The justice in it..."

He swallowed.

"I don’t know..."

"It might’ve been a god."

Silence filled the room.

Then Mike’s voice cut through.

"So you’re saying..."

"You weren’t the one who defeated the demon?"

Cherry’s eyes widened.

"And those dragon constructs...?"

"The blue one and the black one..."

Michael’s face tightened.

"What the hell are you saying?" Mike asked again, confused.

Kyle stepped forward, his voice heavy.

"No."

"Those beings were too powerful."

His expression became grim.

"It didn’t just affect us."

"It affected almost the entire capital."

He looked down.

"People were on the ground for a while."

"The whole world was shaking."

His fists clenched.

"The gravity... the pressure..."

"It was so intense it felt like the air itself became solid."

Kyle’s voice became colder.

"It was something you can never imagine."

Michael lowered his gaze.

"...I still don’t know."

He breathed out slowly.

"I feel utterly disgraced by losing."

Cherry’s eyes softened slightly.

But then Kyle spoke again.

"You shouldn’t."

Michael looked up.

Kyle’s voice was firm.

"According to what I felt today..."

"If you had been awake... you’d understand."

He shook his head.

"You shouldn’t feel sad for losing."

"Even if you’re one of the strongest adventurers in the entire country."

Michael’s lips parted slightly.

Kyle continued, voice quiet but heavy.

"The power that came out of those two..."

He paused.

"The forest..."

His eyes narrowed.

"That forest is about 32,000 feet wide."

"A forest filled with monsters."

"Every tree is dangerous."

"Every step is death."

Kyle’s voice dropped.

"And now..."

"It’s all gone."

His expression turned dark.

"Every tree destroyed."

"Everything burned."

"Not even a single bone of the monsters inside remained."

Michael’s eyes widened.

Cherry’s breath caught.

Kyle’s voice trembled slightly.

"It became nothing."

A dead land."

Cherry stared at him.

"...Really?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Just what the hell happened out there?"

And the room fell silent again.

Because none of them had an answer.

Michael slowly stood up from the bed.

Cherry’s eyes widened immediately.

"Are you not going to sit back down?"

"You’re not okay," she said firmly.

Michael shook his head.

"I’m fine."

His voice was calm, but his expression was darker than before.

Then he took a step forward.

"That being didn’t just save me..."

His eyes narrowed.

"...it saved the entire capital."

Cherry froze.

"A being like that..."

Michael’s voice dropped.

"Can that even be a person?"

He clenched his fist.

"It’s not possible."

He exhaled slowly, his mind replaying the feeling again and again.

Quietly, he thought:

I don’t know of any human...

Or any hero...

That is two times stronger than me.

Ten times.

Twenty times.

Fifty times.

None.

His jaw tightened.

Because the aura alone...

That person’s aura...

It was calm.

But it was terrifying.

And even though it felt faint...

Even though the pressure wasn’t overwhelming...

Michael’s eyes darkened.

That aura was absolute.

It felt like death holding back.

He remembered it clearly.

In one moment...

He was about to be killed.

In the next...

He was somewhere else.

Teleported.

Moved like an object.

Like his life meant nothing.

Michael’s breathing slowed.

That person...

Whoever they are...

They’re far stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen.

Stronger than any demon.

Stronger than any hero.

Stronger than anything.

Michael walked toward the door.

Then he stepped out of the room.

And his thoughts followed him like a shadow.

Because for the first time in his life...

Michael felt fear.

Michael kept walking.

But his mind wouldn’t stop.

And what annoyed him the most...

Was that favored demon.

That demon had held him back.

And yet, even while holding back...

It was still stronger than him.

Absurd.

Michael clenched his jaw.

It doesn’t make sense.

Just what the hell is happening?

And what the hell is up with demons lately?

How are they evolving this fast?

His eyes narrowed.

Damn it...

Michael entered the hallway.

It was quiet.

Empty.

Only the sound of his footsteps echoed.

He reached his office, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Then he pulled off his torn clothes and grabbed a fresh shirt.

He sighed, rubbing his hair.

"There’s still dirt all over me."

He frowned.

"I need a shower."

He walked deeper into his office quarters and washed himself clean.

Minutes later, he came out.

Dressed.

Calmer.

But still disturbed.

Then he left the academy.

And without thinking twice...

He walked toward the forest.

Toward the place where everything happened.

But the moment he arrived...

Michael froze.

His breath stopped.

His eyes widened.

"...What?"

Not a single tree remained.

The entire forest...

Gone.

Obliterated.

The ground was scorched.

The land was empty.

And in the middle of it...

A massive crater.

A hole so deep it looked endless.

Like a meteor had slammed down from the heavens.

Michael stepped forward slowly, staring into it.

His voice trembled.

"...This is impossible."

He swallowed.

"It looks like something struck the earth..."

His eyes widened even more.

"...and erased everything."

His heart pounded.

The hole was enormous.

And the depth...

It was terrifying.

Like the world had been torn open.

Michael’s lips parted.

"What the hell is going on...?"

His voice cracked.

"What the hell...?"

Michael’s eyes trembled as he stared at the ruined land.

His throat felt dry.

"What happened here...?"

His voice came out low, almost broken.

He took a slow step forward, still unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I missed the battle that happened here..."

His fists clenched.

"And whatever happened..."

His eyes narrowed.

"...it was far beyond what I saw when I was still conscious."

His breathing grew heavier.

"Could it be that demon became even stronger?"

His lips tightened.

"Just what the hell...?"

Michael looked around again.

The destruction was unreal.

The air still felt wrong.

Too hot.

Too empty.

Too silent.

"This is bad..."

His voice dropped.

"Too terrifying."

He swallowed.

"How can two people cause this much damage... just from fighting?"

His eyes widened.

"This isn’t the level of a high-ranking demon."

His voice turned colder.

"This isn’t even the level of a normal Demon Lord."

His jaw tightened.

"How was a demon strong enough to do something like this?"

Michael’s gaze darkened.

"Damn..."

He breathed out slowly.

"Even as a Sword God..."

His voice shook.

"I’ve never seen anything like this."

He clenched his fist harder.

Then his thoughts drifted.

The current Demon Lord...

Thirty years ago...

When Ero was sent to kill him.

When Ero went...

Multiple heroes followed.

Entire parties.

Entire squads.

And every single one of them...

Was slaughtered.

Without the Demon Lord even breaking a sweat.

Michael’s eyes narrowed.

"That kind of existence..."

His voice was quiet.

"...is something humans can’t comprehend."

He looked back at the crater again.

His face hardened.

"If a demon can reach this level..."

His voice lowered.

"...then maybe the current Demon Lord is far stronger than we humans can even begin to understand."

His breathing slowed.

But his fear grew deeper.

Then another thought struck him.

And his expression changed.

"...But what about the one who saved me?"

His eyes widened slightly.

"What was that presence...?"

His voice turned cautious.

"...Could it be a human?"

He shook his head.

"No."

His eyes darkened.

"It couldn’t be."

His heart pounded.

Then he whispered, almost like he was afraid of the answer.

"...Something divine."

Michael stared into the ruined forest.

And for the first time in years...

The Sword God felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

He felt very Uncertainty.

And fear.