Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Chapter 50 Sell Your Sword To Me...

Everybody after hearing the loud sound like the ring of a bell was expecting Chiron to be flung away, just like the others were, but to their surprise, it did not happen.

Cablen had already even concluded that Chiron was done for, but the embarrassing recoil did not happen.

The thing was that the recoil from hitting the boulder was not strong enough to throw Chiron and his one-ton sword away.

And then Chiron whispered in a low inaudible tone, "Devil's touch, I permit it. You may drink a little of my blood."

And then it happened. One of the Runes on the body of the sword glowed sharply, and Chiron's blood flowed into the sword. The sharp cutting side of the blade suddenly turned crimson.

And just like one would imagine a Hot knife cutting through butter, Devil's touch separated the boulder into two equal parts.

*SILENCE!!!*

Total Silence.

No one said a thing. No! The truth was that no one could say a thing.

'Impossible' was not even a proper word to describe the incredibility of what just happened.

From the moment Chiron hit the boulder to the time the boulder was split in two, was not a long time. In fact, it happened rather very fast.

The moment Chiron's sword cut through the boulder, Chief Dona stood up from his seat. he could not believe what he had just seen.

This was not supposed to be a possibility, but more than that, he was a high-level cultivator and the highest in the entire clan. He had clearly seen the sharp glow of a rune before it disappeared and the sword cut through the boulder.

Dona was not new to Runes. He knew of their wonderous abilities but never had he ever seen that Rune. He instinctively wanted to approach but the sudden uproar brought him out of his head to the remembrance that this was in the presence of a lot of people.

"Wow!!!" the crowd of students went into an uproar. How could they not scream their lungs out in surprise? Prior to this, the highest anyone had gotten through the boulder was a mere fifty inches. And that was a person with an S-grade Dantain. Surely, such a performance was expected.

But this one was totally different. After all, Chiron did not have a Dantain. He was considered worse than trash. A curse and a stain on society.

But this trash had done the impossible. He did not just cut into the boulder, but made such a mess of it, that it made the Boulder look like it was a piece of wet paper set in front of scissors.

However, the most surprised person in all this was probably the Elder in charge of the students.

After all, Elder joules had just confidently made a bet that was sighed in a blood pact. For some reason, she was confident that something was wrong.

While the place was in an obvious commotion, she couldn't help but reach the boulder that had been cut in two halves and place a hand on the surface of the cut part.

Even before she touched it, she could see the very smooth cut.

It was so smooth, that the boulder could very well pass for a mirror at the moment.

"I do not agree!" Elder joules suddenly voiced out.

Those words brought silence to the class.

Every body looked at her.

"I do not agree. How is it that a Tamashi that can not control his own spiritual energy can do something like this? What kind of sorcery is this?"

Chiron did not say anything but just looked at this woman that proudly called herself an Elder like a fool.

"It's not sorcery." A well-known voice suddenly voiced out.

It was one that commanded respect in the entire clan.

Chief Dona took one step at a time and advanced towards the podium.

"Tamashi!" He called to Chiron. "Can I see your sword?" Dona requested.

Chiron frowned for a quick second, but then restored his facial expression. He really did not want to. But even with the current capabilities of his sword, he was nowhere near the strength of a Copper-ranked cultivator.

He was nothing but an ant in the presence of such a person. Even though Chief Dona was asking politely, Chiron knew that it was an order.

Not only Chiron, but even Devil's touch did not want to leave.

Chiron suddenly bowed, "course Chief Dona."

The wrapping Devil's touch had around his hands suddenly changed and moved like water away from Chiron's hands. As it did, Everybody once again watched in full surprise.

The one question on their mind was, "What kind of sword is that!?"

Metal was moving like water.

Chiron threw the sword to Dona and he caught it with one hand, or at least, he attempted to.

The moment Dona caught the sword, the weight of the weapon brought his hand down, but fortunately, he was an experienced cultivator. He immediately roused his energy, supporting the weight of the sword.

But that was not all, he had caught the sword a bit rather roughly.

This was another thing about Chiron's sword. It did not possess a hilt. Every part of it outside Chiron's hands was either a pointy edge or a sharp curve.

"Hmmm!" Chief Dona could not believe it, but his senses were not lying to him. This sword actually weighed a lot. He could not help but look at Chiron's childish frame and wondered how this child could carry such a thing.

To other people, the Tamashi was nothing but just trash. But to the chief of the clan, the Tamashi was another weapon that could be used in case of an enemy attack.

Just like any leader that ruled with power, he kept tabs now and then on Chiron. He knew that Chiron trained day and night. At least, this was the report that always got to him.

He naturally attributed it to the influence of peer pressure on Chiron and the boy just trying his best to keep up with his mates. As one in his position strength would do, he laughed at such a thing.

He knew that no matter how had Chiron trained, the possibility of him ever becoming as strong as a cultivator was like the possibility of stone floating steadily when dropped on water.

However, for a brief second, he could not help but think of the possibility that maybe Chiron's training helped him to lift all that weight.

He immediately dismissed such an absurd thought. The only other possibility was that it was an ability that the sword granted its wielder.

Dona looked at Chiron and asked, "Tamashi! where did you get this sword."

Without batting an eye, Chiron spoke sincerely, "It was made for me by a blacksmith in the slums. I could not afford the others. I'm sure that Chief Dona has heard of him before. His name is Blacksmith Ganja."

Chief Dona's eyes widened in surprise. But it was not just him. This time around, another person's interest had been picked. It was Elder fatso.

He too had watched and seen the incredible thing Chiron had done with the sword, but never could he have thought that it was made by Ganja. The same man whose wife he took for himself.

Of course, Chief Dona knew who Ganja was. But to the best of his knowledge, the old dwarf had nearly run mad. The last he heard of him was that Ganja swore never to ever enter a smithy again.

He was a blacksmith that had fallen from grace to grass and then to mud.

"Are you sure!?" Chief Dona asked.

"Yes, Chief Dona. He said that it was the greatest sword he had ever made." Chiron added.

"Oh! really!?" Chief Dona thought to himself as his eyes appreciated the beauty of the weapon. Before Chiron used the sword, he had also thought like everyone else that the sword was trash, but after what he had just seen, he thought very differently.

"So Blacksmith Ganja is back in business, I was not aware. Maybe I'll have him make something for me later on."

Chiron had a feeling of where this conversation was going. But he felt the need to give this obvious cunny man a little push and see what his true intentions were.

"I'll have to apologize ahead Chief Dona. Unfortunately, Blacksmith Ganja has passed away."

"Huh!?" Those words were a surprise.

But Chiron was not done, "he passed away in the making of this sword. Giving it his best to finally make the greatest sword."

*Bam!* Another surprising news.

This time around, it was Elder fatso that stood up from his seat. After all, he knew that Ganja was obsessed with making the greatest sword.

Seeing what Chiron's sword was capable of doing, he could not help but think of the possibility. If this was true, then Ganja had finally achieved his dream.

Hearing this far, Chief Dona nodded his head, and then he looked at Chiron, "This sword is a good sword and its only maker no longer exists in this world. Chiron, sell it to me..."