Return of the Mythic Bloodline

According to Nymeria, the Thunderbane family was wiped out 15 years ago.

Could it be possible that I was also a member of the same family, and in order to save me, someone teleported me to Earth?

But that didn't make any sense, since I didn't have a single memory of this world.

Or did I get teleported to Earth as an infant, and my mother and father adopted me?

My father never had a mark on his forehead, nor did my mother or brother, so this was the only logical explanation I could come up with.

But my family never treated me as an outsider. They loved me dearly, and I also love them so much—and nothing is going to change that, even if I wasn't blood-related.

There was one important piece of information I got from this conversation.

If I was originally from this world and got teleported to Earth, then there must be a way to return to Earth again.

"Ughhh… My head is hurting from all that thinking," I mumbled, scratching my head.

"I didn't expected that you would give such aminor reaction. I thought you were going to jump off from the shock after knowing about your history," Nymeria said, looking at me, and continued, "Anyways, it's better like this. I don't want to see you get sad again."

She turned her face the other way and, in a soft voice, whispered, "Good night!"

"Sweet dreams," I replied, closing my eyes as the cold breeze waved, touching my bare skin.

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I opened my eyes, waking up from the serene sleep. The jacket I had given Nymeria was spread over my body like a blanket.

I pushed myself into the sitting position, and the first thing my eyes fell upon was the breathtaking sword dance being performed by Nymeria.

Her moves were perfectly flawless; with just a single touch of her foot on the ground, she launched herself into the air elegantly. With every swing of her sword, numerous tree leaves followed her like background dancers.

A small drop of water fell from the branch's leaf, and as it was about to reach the ground, Nymeria moved her sword below the drop, landing it perfectly on the tip of the blade.

She steadily landed on the ground, balancing the drop on the tip of her sword. Then, in the blink of an eye, she swung her blade rapidly, leaving the drop suspended in midair. Before it could even begin to fall, her blade cleanly sliced it in half, splitting it into two as it reached the ground.

"Awesome!" I murmured, stunned by her moves.

"Oh! You woke up?" she asked, looking at me.

"Those were some really incredible moves, pretty lady," I spoke, clapping in awe, still sitting.

"Thank you for the compliment," she replied, waving her hand like a dancer after completing their performance.

"By the way, how are you feeling? Is it alright for you to move like that?" I asked, my voice carrying concern.

I'm not a child. I know my limits. This much is fine. However..." she stopped for a brief sigh and spoke further, "If I use my attribute forcefully again, then I might suffer permanent damages."

"You don't have to worry about that. You won't be needing your elemental powers as long as we are in this forest. That's a promise from me," I replied firmly, my voice filled with determination.

"Since you're so confident, then why don't you show me how you're going to keep your promise?" she asked, pointing her sword at me.

"About—about that. Can you teach me how to wield a sword?" I asked with a wink.

"Why do you want to learn swordsmanship? Unlike a mace, a sword is a weapon meant for killing. You cannot learn it half-heartedly," she asked, her eyes staring at me, looking for the desired answer.

Her gaze told me that if my answer wasn't satisfactory, she wouldn't teach me.

There was no need to think of any grand answer. I just had to tell her what I felt.

I parted my lips and spoke, "I know that the sword is designed for taking lives. That's why I decided to stick with the mace—because I didn't want to kill any beast here. They weren't evil. They were just suffering."

"So why are you deciding to learn swordsmanship now? Have you decided to kill Jambavan because you think you can't defeat him?" she asked, her voice cold and her gaze sharp.

"No. I will still cure him no matter what. But I can't do it with just a half-hearted resolve. Jambavan is a God of Strength, so it's impossible to defeat him in terms of strength. That's why the mace is out of the question. The only way to defeat him is with a sharp weapon like a sword. Moreover, unlike other beasts, he won't be subdued by just minor injuries," I replied, clenching my fists.

"Have you ever killed anyone before?" she asked, carrying the same expression.

"I haven't," I replied without hesitance.

"Then what if Jambavan cannot be cured? I already know that you tried to remove his curse and failed. What if the same thing happens again? Can you kill him then?" she asked, stepping closer.

"The reason why I wasn't able to cure him was because I was too weak. So I will just get strong enough to match his power to remove his curse. But if he truly couldn't be saved, then...

there is no point in letting him suffer any longer," I murmured, looking at the ground.

"Hah... Fine! I will teach you the way of the sword, but there's one condition you have to follow," she said, an uncontrollable smile appearing on her face.

"I will do anything," I replied immediately, a smile spreading on my face with joy.

"Hehehe, you have to call me Master from now on," she said in a seducing tone, placing her right foot on my shoulder.