Bloodhound’s Regression Instinct

Chapter 25

Yan thought of the countless treasures that adorned Momon’s lair.

‘Just one of them would be enough to make a fortune.’

He didn’t have time to look closely at them then, but he could tell from a glance that they all had extraordinary power.

[…Why my lair?]

“What do you mean why? I just want to borrow something I need for a while.”

[Huh, I’ve never seen such a greedy bastard like you.]

Momon said in a tone of disbelief.

[Do you really think you can open my lair with that tiny mana you have right now?]

Fortunately, the lair was not destroyed.

And it seemed that its contents were also intact.

“Then what do you want? A fight?”

Yan had no intention of backing down from here.

He would give up if it was truly impossible, but he sensed that Momon was hiding something.

[…Fine, listen to me first.]

Yan slumped down on the spot.

“Go ahead. I’ll hear you out.”

* * *

An hour had passed.

During that time, Yan had listened to Momon’s long speech about why he couldn’t open the lair right now.

The lair was a hidden space created by magical manipulation of the space between spaces, which could be summoned at any time.

“But that means I can’t get in now.”

[Is that my fault?]

The problem was that the amount of mana that Yan had was ridiculously insufficient to summon the hidden space.

[You couldn’t even recover that much after devouring the liquefied mana! And your rotten mana affinity! It’s all your fault!]

“What can I do about being born like this?”

[Shut up. When I was five years old, I had much more mana than that booger you have now.]

Even if he was a great mage, how could he believe that?

“Damn, you’re full of crap.”

[Wha, what? Cra… crap?]

As Momon asked in a stunned tone, Yan chuckled and got up from his seat.

“Tell me the rest of what you were saying earlier.”

[What?]

“Something about a black dragon. You said it, remember?”

When he thought that he should apply the moonlight that was added to his heart to his stealth technique, Momon had said this.

If you use the black dragon for just hiding your body or presence, the Bahamut offspring would cry in hell.

This meant.

“Tell me that. It must mean that I misunderstood something.”

In other words.

It meant that he could grow even higher.

Black Dragon.

Maybe that was the original source of the dark dragon he had thought of.

Yan smiled very satisfied.

* * *

The next day.

The schedule of the training camp had changed a lot from before.

In the morning, they received comprehensive guidance from the instructors on weapon skills, survival skills, and techniques, and in the afternoon, they practiced their techniques freely at the Royal Martial Arts Hall until bedtime.

It was the same now.

The trainees who had completed all the education from the instructors lined up to enter the Royal Martial Arts Hall.

There were some missing people here and there.

The kids who wanted to train separately without going to the Martial Arts Hall were allowed to leave by the chief instructor.

“Did he put honey in his room or something? Why can’t I see him?”

Cruel stopped looking for Yan and sneered.

“Well, for a commoner, a single room like that must look like heaven.”

Roman snickered from the side.

He had watched Yan during the escape right next to him.

How could such a scheming and extraordinary guy be lying in his room?

“You must want to think that way.”

“Are you picking a fight with me now, you pig?”

“Who else would I be talking to?”

Cruel grinned fiercely.

His teeth, which grew like saws, sparkled between his open mouth.

“Hey, pig. Do you find it funny that I’m a bit behind that kid?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“It’s just funny. Why? Do you want me to explain more?”

“Try it, once.”

Roman put his hand deep into his pocket and smiled coldly.

He looked confident.

“Just. Everything you do. It’s all pathetic and ridiculous. Like a kid who just picked up a sword and thinks he’s strong.”

“Pfft! What did you say?”

“Did you stick something in your ear? Can’t you hear?”

“Hoo… I can’t tear you apart here and now.”

“Before that, your fingers will probably be all crushed.”

“You, from now on, stay away from me as much as possible. Unless you want to regret being alive.”

“Me? You want me to avoid you?”

As the confrontation between Cruel and Roman was getting heated.

“Hmm?”

“…?”

Roman and Cruel’s eyes suddenly turned to the door that connected to the outside.

“Where is he going now?”

What they were looking at was Yan, who was following behind the instructor.

* * *

Yan tilted his head.

The instructor sent by the chief instructor was heading outside, not to the chief instructor’s office.

“…?”

Why did he call me out?

Yan looked at the outside scenery that he hadn’t seen for a long time and racked his brain to solve the question.

Not long after.

“Oh, you’re here?”

He arrived at where the chief instructor was.

He had brought a chair and a table and was enjoying his tea time.

“What are you doing here?”

Yan looked at the chief instructor who was gulping down his tea cup and made a strange expression.

Did he want to enjoy the tea time that the young ladies or ladies of the noble families would do?

Really, he felt it many times, but he had an incomprehensible personality and taste.

“Do you want a cup too?”

“I’ll pass.”

Yan didn’t think that the chief instructor had done something tricky.

If he wanted to, he would rather use his power to crush him openly to poison him sneakily from behind. That was the way he liked to use it.

Yan naturally sat down on the chair opposite the chief instructor.

The chief instructor lifted the teapot and poured tea into Yan’s cup.

‘Peppermint.’

The mint scent lingered in his nose.

“But why did you call me here instead of the chief instructor’s office?”

“Ah, shall we get to the point right away?”

“I’m not interested in tea ceremony.”

Yan said cheekily and the chief instructor chuckled.

Then he slowly got up from his seat.

Woo woo woo.

The chief instructor started to raise his mana slowly.

Then suddenly, it seemed like the sky was gradually getting darker.

[Wow, that kid is something amazing.]

Momon exclaimed in his head.

‘What is he trying to do?’

[Judging by the mana wave, it seems like he’s going to show off a big technique.]

Yan tilted his head at Momon’s words.

Now?

Really? Why?

The chief instructor seemed to notice Yan’s question and smiled slyly.

“This is the technique, no, the vision that you will learn if you become my disciple.”

As he said that.

Boom!

He stomped his foot hard.

Then the chief instructor’s shadow spread abnormally wide. Enough to darken the whole surroundings.

Swoosh.

And in an instant, it rose up and folded towards the point where the chief instructor was standing.

Tsk tsk.

And the shape that started to form.

“A sword?”

It was a sword.

It felt different from the shadow blade that the chief instructor had used against him before.

As the chief instructor grabbed the sword, the shadow writhed as if it would pop out at any moment.

“It’s called Black Shadow Sword, doesn’t it look decent?”

As he heard the name of the sword from the chief instructor, Yan’s eyes widened.

He had heard that name before.

Black Shadow Sword.

It was the peerless swordsmanship that the chief instructor, who was one of the three swords of the continent in his previous life, had used.

“Watch carefully.”

The chief instructor turned his body with the black sword in his hand.

Far away. He saw the garden that was the route he had escaped from before.

The chief instructor’s eyes narrowed.

『Black Shadow Sword 1st Style – Rake』

As the chief instructor swung the black shadow sword slowly forward, the black blade wobbled and stretched out.

Tsk tsk.

As the shadow that poured out like a ray from the black shadow sword reached the garden, the green garden was darkly eroded in an instant.

In that state, the chief instructor swung his sword in the opposite direction.

Rumble.

At that moment, there was a loud noise as if the garden was split in half.

‘He cut all the trees he wanted.’

Where the shadow had gone.

He saw the giant trees that had rooted all over the garden lying on the ground, all cut.

Hundreds of trees in the forest were all cut-down!

[Look at that guy. He’s absorbing what I told him yesterday. So you should stop doubting and…!]

Yan narrowed his eyes as he recalled the information about the ‘black dragon’ that he had heard from Momon last night.

‘That’s the claw that the chief instructor hid, the black shadow sword…’

He saw the black shadow that had covered the garden being sucked back into the chief instructor.

It was indeed a great level.

It didn’t seem to be as perfect as when he was one of the three swords of the continent, but it was already a great destructive power.

‘One of the biggest reasons why the chief instructor was ranked as one of the three swords of the continent in his previous life was because he had a fierce battle with the Duke of the south.

That alone confirmed the value of the black shadow sword.’

He became greedy.

‘Besides… I could handle the dark energy I have now for sure.’

Maybe it was because the black shadow sword was originally the advanced form of the dark dragon technique.

That is, the chief instructor had already awakened the black dragon by himself.

“How about it? Are you tempted now?”

The chief instructor looked at Yan who was staring at his shadow and smiled slightly.

He thought that he had completely fallen for it as he saw Yan’s sparkling eyes.

Yan wiped his mouth with his hand and asked.

“So you’re going to teach me this black shadow sword?”

“Of course. It’ll be hard, though?”

At first, he just thought of becoming the chief instructor’s sidekick and digging up information.

But now his mind had changed a bit.

He was also interested in the dark energy and the black dragon that he had heard from Momon, and the black shadow sword that the chief instructor had created.

So it was better to be a disciple that he liked than a simple sidekick.

If he kept buying his favor, he would be able to find out about the tattoo.

So.

“I’ll do it, I’ll be your disciple.”

Becoming a disciple was not something he had thought hard about.