Swordmaster’s Youngest Son

Chapter 1 – Runcandel’s Superstition

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Waaah, uwaaah.

‘Is it normal to hear a baby’s cries as you die…?’

Jin thought to himself.

Was he having auditory hallucinations from the blood loss? Or was the neighbor’s child crying from the 9-star knights’ attack?

If it were the latter, then it was unfortunate.
The Akin Kingdom would fall today, so there was no way a newborn could survive the destruction.

‘I’d love to save it, but I’m in no condition to help others.
My body was cut in half.
I hope I’ll be reborn in a blissful world instead of a miserable one.’

Waaaaaaah!

The wail was getting louder and louder.
It wouldn’t surprise him if the baby died of asphyxiation from crying at the top of its lungs.

‘What a pathetic death.
I couldn’t even save a baby in front of me.’

His vision was filled with darkness.

There was no sign of the baby stopping.
As he endured the shame and listened helplessly, Jin wondered why he wasn’t dead yet.

Not only had he received countless fatal wounds, his body had been sliced in two at the waist.
There was no way he could’ve survived for another 10 seconds.
Nonetheless, the wailing never stopped…

‘Wait, the sound is coming from my body!’

He couldn’t understand what was happening.

Jin was the one letting out those cries.

Today was September 9th, 1780.

The youngest son of the clan of swordmasters, Jin Runcandel, was born.

 

***

 

100 days have passed since his rebirth.

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Jin could now skillfully crawl around, and he had no choice but to accept the truth unfolding before him.

He had been reborn after his death.
There was no other explanation.
And there was no way he could explain it to others, as he could barely form any words.

‘And even if I tell people after I become 5 years old, no one would believe that I have 28 years’ worth of memories in my head.’

They would just dismiss it as a child’s joke or delusion.

If he were to mention the detailed history or secrets of the family, then some people could potentially believe him.
However, the chances of him being treated as a cursed child were extremely high.

Therefore, Jin was once again destined to live as the youngest son of the dreadful Runcandel Clan.

 

The youngest child of the Runcandel Clan!

It was an incredible privilege.

Most people living in the world would consider being born as the Runcandels’ youngest an extraordinary blessing.

However, Jin was at a loss.

‘I would’ve preferred being reborn in an ordinary family.’

In that scenario, it wouldn’t have taken him 100 days to accept the truth about his situation.

He was reborn in the same family, as the same child, on the same day as his past life.
In other words, he was most likely gifted with the same talents as his previous life.

Swordsmanship and magic.

However, the Runcandels hated magic.
The Zipfel Clan, the clan of magicians, was the Runcandel’s greatest enemy.

‘The youngest child of the Runcandel again.
I wonder if the curse that Solderet dispelled is still on me.
How should I run away from this family and learn magic this time?’

There was no way he could learn magic without leaving the Runcandel House.

If the curse that Solderet had dispelled was affecting him again, then he wouldn’t be able to learn swordsmanship either.

 

As he pondered deeply, Jin’s eyes slowly began to shut.

His body couldn’t obey his mind and resist its natural needs.
And so, he fell into a deep sleep.

 

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***

 

1 year has passed since his rebirth.

Time was trickling slowly, one day at a time.

Jin was sick of coming up with plans for the future now.
His body could never resist the temptation of a snooze, and he was bored to death of living as an inarticulate baby.

‘I want to grow up faster! This is so frustrating! I can’t do anything as I am right now!’

All he could do was drink milk from a bottle and fall asleep when the time came.
And whenever he relieved himself in his diapers, Gilly, his nanny, would come replace them.
It was an extremely shameful experience for Jin, who had the mind of an adult man.

That was all his daily schedule had entailed during the entire year.

Step, step.

A certain woman entered Jin’s room.
She was the mistress of the house, Rosa Runcandel.

She had ebony hair and a sharp gaze decorating her straight, pointy nose.
Despite her alluring charm, she appeared quite shrewd and overpowering, which earned her the nickname ‘Black Panther’ from others.

“Are the preparations over, Gilly?”

“Of course, ma’am.
Today’s the day the young master ‘selects’, so I’ve paid special attention to everything.”

“Good.
Then let’s go immediately.”

Jin realized that today was his birthday from their conversation.

The children of the Runcandel family go through a certain ritual called ‘Selection’ on their first birthday.

It was a ritual wher