Outside Toristine Magic Academy, there was a lush forest.
Unlike the Magic Forest of Fantasy Town, which had rugged terrain and was filled with all kinds of creatures that were very dangerous to ordinary people, the Magic Forest of Fantasy Town was different. There weren't any powerful creatures in this nameless forest.
The terrain was flat and several rivers flowed through the forest to the east.
The spring morning wind blew the fallen leaves on the ground.
The fallen leaves swirled into the sky.
"Whoosh —!"
A sword light flashed, and the fallen leaf that was flying in the air was immediately cut in half.
The dewdrops on the fallen leaves were not damaged at all. Due to inertia, the dewdrops continued to fly and landed on the rapier that suddenly appeared.
"Tsk!"
Eight-cloud Ink smacked his lips and chuckled with the rapier in his hand.
"Although it is inferior to Ashina's and Demondream's swordsmanship, it is much stronger than my swordsmanship."
"Gandalfr, huh …"
Gandalfr, that was the Rune letter engraved on the back of Eight-cloud Ink's left hand.
It was inevitable that different worlds would influence each other. It was not strange for the Rune letter to appear in this world.
Fortunately, Yakumo had read quite a few books in Patrice's library over the years, so she was able to recognize this language.
Then, relying on his sneaky movements, Eight-cloud Ink ignored the various defensive spells outside the library and successfully found some records about Gandalfr in some books that almost no one cared about.
Gandalfr, the left hand of God, could freely use all weapons.
The weapons here referred to 'tools created for the purpose of battle'. Thus, no matter what the tool was, as long as the purpose was for battle, the owner of Gandalfr could freely use it.
Of course, it did not mean that Eight-cloud Ink could become the supreme swordsman with Gandalfr.
Just now, after learning some information about Gandalfr, Eight-cloud Ink used a rapier that he randomly found in the academy's warehouse to test it out. The conclusion was that this engraving could allow him to possess the strength of Ashina's swordsmanship after receiving Greyvath Sherumus's swordsmanship instruction and before receiving Demondream's swordsmanship instruction.
Apart from the white swords he brought out from the warehouse, Eight Clouds Ink also took away a lot of weapons from the shops in the town closest to the academy. As a demon with moral integrity, he left behind enough gold to buy the entire shop.
Broadsword, battle axe, spear, bow and arrow …
Eight-cloud Ink tested all the weapons.
They all displayed the same fighting ability as when he used the rapier.
Eight-cloud Ink also found an interesting phenomenon.
Among those things, there were some that looked like weapons, but they were flashy and impractical. It was obvious that they were weapons used for decoration.
Those things were unable to display Gandalfr's ability.
"It seems that this kind of decorative thing is useless."
Eight-cloud Ink muttered as he stepped on a gorgeous golden sword on the ground and crushed it.
"This thing can more or less be considered as making up for the lack of strength."
In the past, Eight-cloud Ink's fighting methods were no more than these:
Bombardment from a distance.
All kinds of magic seen in Patrice's library.
It was a strange realm ability.
Holding a parasol and relying on the strength of a demon to smash people — Delicate Fragrance liked this fighting method the most.
Although these abilities were enough to deal with most situations, who would complain about having too many trump cards?
Lowering his head, he looked at the engraving on the back of his hand.
Eight-cloud Ink could sense Louise's location through the engraving. There was a natural connection between a familiar and its master. The stronger the familiar was, the stronger this connection would be.
And if the mage was strong enough, he could also sense the location of the familiar.
But he did not like it.
"This feeling is not good. Maybe I can find a way to cut off the connection between the familiar and that girl while keeping this engraving."
"But if that's the case, won't that lass be injured by the backlash? After all, it is because of her that I have this thing. If I do this … wouldn't it be like burning the bridge after crossing the river? "
"Well, if one day I really do this, then I will compensate her in other ways. Looking at Louise, it seems that she has a hard time with magic."
Louise of Zero, the legendary student whose success rate of casting spells had been zero so far.
"It's decided then. The great Yakumo family never owes anyone a favor."
"Oh, it seems that the master this time is not ordinary!"
Suddenly, a worn-out sword that had been tossed aside by Yakumo Mo's experiment spoke.
"Hmm?"
With a wave of his hand, the sword flew into Eight-cloud Ink's hand.
It was a single-edged sword. It looked like a tachi, but it was wider than an ordinary tachi.
And … it was too worn-out.
"This broken sword actually has spiritual intelligence?"
Looking at the rusty single-edged sword in his hand, Eight-cloud Ink felt a sense of novelty.
Among the weapons that he casually brought out from the weapons store, there was actually a sword with spiritual intelligence.
"Hey hey hey! What a rude way to say it! "
The broken sword spoke again.
"I'm not called broken sword, I'm called Drufflinger! Really, why is this generation's Gandalfr such a rude guy? "
"Hearing your tone, you know Gandalfr?"
"Of course, I'm —"
Broken sword, okay, Drufflinger — this name is really hard to pronounce. Just as he was about to continue, he suddenly stopped talking.
"Hmm? Why did you stop talking? Go on. "
Eight-cloud Ink slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand.
However, Drufflinger remained silent, as if he had turned into an ordinary broken sword.
"Tsk, you're not going to speak? No problem … "
Eight-cloud Ink's curiosity was piqued and of course, he would not give up so easily.
"Anyway, you don't look like something powerful, it doesn't matter if I break it."
Saying this, Eight-cloud Ink held the sword hilt with one hand and pinched the sword with the other.
The demonic power released from his fingertips began to corrode the sword.
"— Wait! Stop! "
Drufflinger finally spoke again.
"I'll talk, I'll talk! Why is my master so violent this time! How can he treat a sword of wisdom like this! "
"Sword of wisdom?"
Eight-cloud Ink obeyed and stopped. Although this sword looked very unreliable, it was still a sword with spiritual intelligence. This kind of weapon was not common, it would be a pity if it was broken.
"Of course, a sword like me that can speak with intelligence is not a sword of wisdom, what is it?"
"Okay, Sword of Wisdom, Drufflinger — — Tsk! What kind of name is this, it's too hard to pronounce. I'll call you Hong Yao from now on. "
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Drufflinger, who was completely red, either because of the rust or because of the material, and snorted.
"Don't randomly change people's names!"
"Hey, I know Hong Yao, then tell me, what's your relationship with Gandalfr?"
"I told you not to change my name … Forget it, I can only accept my fate with this kind of master. As the Sword of Wisdom, I'm the exclusive sword of Gandalfr. "
"Are you kidding me? I just randomly picked you up from a weapon store. "
Eight-cloud Ink shook his head, he didn't believe Hong Yao's words.
"You can't say that, I was there, and you casually found me, doesn't that explain everything?"
"Fate?"
Eight-cloud Ink thought of Remilia.
"Okay, I'll believe you for now. Hong Yao, tell me, what other abilities do you have besides being able to speak? If all you can do is chatter, I'll just find a random place and throw you away. "
"How can you do this!"
Hong Yao yelled.
"Tsk, I can absorb earth, water, wind, and fire magic! That's why I have a huge advantage when dealing with mages! And the magic absorbed can be converted into physical strength to continue fighting! "
"That's it?"
"That's it …"
"Hello, Hong Yao, goodbye, Hong Yao." Eight-cloud Ink pretended to throw Hong Yao away.
"Hey, hey, hey! Isn't this ability powerful enough? "
Eight Cloud Ink shrugged and drew a sword flower with Brilliant Red in her hand.
"If this is your ability, it's completely useless to me. I say, even if you're not strong, it's still pleasing to the eye. But why do you look like this? Do you believe that even my umbrella is stronger than you? "
"How is that possible!"
"You don't believe me?" Eight-cloud Ink took out the parasol from a gap. "Do you want to try it now?"
Hong Yao was silent.
As a weapon, it was keenly aware of the sturdiness of the parasol in Eight-cloud Ink's hand.
To put it bluntly, if it collided with the parasol at full force, it would definitely be broken.
"How can this be! I can't even compare to an umbrella … "
"Nonsense!"
Eight-cloud Ink snorted.
"This isn't an ordinary parasol. This is … Sister's love for me!"
After putting away the parasol, Eight-cloud Ink looked at Hong Yao again.
"I say, you don't have intelligence because of the strength of the sword itself, do you?"
"Eh? How do you know? "
"Although the material of this broken sword is passable and the craftsmanship is not bad, it's not strong enough to have intelligence."
"Tsk tsk, it's really not simple."
Hong Yao sighed in surprise.
"I can't remember the specific details because it's been so long. I only remember that I first had intelligence, and then the intelligence was integrated into the sword itself by the craftsman."
"… I see." Eight-cloud Ink pondered.
"What are you thinking? I have a feeling that it's not a good thing. "
"I say, since you don't have intelligence because of the strength of the sword itself, then if I pull you out of this broken sword, it shouldn't affect you, right?"
His parasol was very powerful, but wouldn't it be better if it had intelligence?
Since Hong Yao wasn't born because of the sword itself, then theoretically it could still exist without the sword itself. In this case … it was feasible to integrate Hong Yao's intelligence with the parasol.
"No!!!"
Hong Yao heard this and screamed in horror.
"Although I don't know if there will be an accident, I don't want to try it! What if it's damaged? "
"Hey, since you said that the previous Gandalfr is your master, then as your master, I can do whatever I want with you."
Ignoring Hong Yao's resistance, Eight-cloud Ink immediately made a decision.
However, he didn't know how to extract a sword spirit.
It seemed that he had to go back to the Fantasy Village and discuss it with Purple.
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