Son of the Tower

Chapter 14 Reunion
When the spirit body came out of its shell, Mars, who spread his arms, kept opening his arms and fell downward.

After passing through the ground, what unfolded below Mars was an endless sea of ​​spiritual energy. At this moment, this sea seemed like a calm lake. The strange beast is flying.

Where is this, why... I feel very kind.

Mars looked around until he turned his attention to the direction of the sky -- he saw countless stardust covering the night sky of the Sea of ​​Psionic Energy.

All of this is so wonderful that it deeply attracted Mars's eyes. He noticed that countless stars were lit up, and there were lines linking them. declare their existence.

Mars stretched out his hand, and when he pointed to one of the patterns, he found that the pattern seemed to be escaping from him, but soon, Mars noticed that it was not the patterns that were escaping from it, but a huge pattern that was approaching him finger.

Those small patterns were squeezed out by it, and this huge pattern like a giant tree came in front of Mars. In an instant, the knowledge called stargazer flooded into Mars' mind.

Mars felt a headache, but he still opened his arms to accept all the knowledge and slowly fell into the sea of ​​psionic energy. During the time before falling into the sea and splashing ripples, Mars felt this knowledge.

Stargazer sequence, this is a psionic sequence that can reach its peak. Whenever Mars's psionic pool expands, he can choose a strengthening effect from his sequence tree. Mars doesn't understand these, but he feels that waiting to wake up After you come, ask the sage and you will definitely get an answer.

With this in mind, Mars fell into the sea of ​​psionic energy.

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When Mars woke up again, he heard the laughter of the children. The cub opened his eyes and saw the garden in front of him and the crowd. The adults were chatting in small groups, and the children were running on the grass. The knight on the horse holds flowers.

Mars sees clothes on them that he only sees when describing old movies.

Standing up, Mars also noticed the attendant uniform on his body-this is a kind of knight attendant uniform at the end of the era of great destruction and the first century of the new century.

Of course, with the end of the Great Destruction, the knights of this period were all professional non-commissioned officers with a single rear-loading pistol in one hand and a half-handed sword in one hand. These non-commissioned officers passed down from generation to generation are acting company commanders.

Mars looked around, and then noticed a young human in a knight's suit, sitting on a bench, smiling at Mars.

At this moment, Mars felt the call from the blood—this was his apex, saving his ancestors from the hunters on the day his father died.

This man has pitch-black pupils, and the owner of the black hair is being served by a great elf beauty, who carefully combs his hair back.

He has beautiful hand gloves. Beside the left glove, a fox lady with a big tail is using a small tool to adjust the tightness of the glove guard.

His coat had beautiful gold threads, and a goat girl with beautiful horns was arranging the young man's collar.

There is also a breastplate on his chest with a family crest that Mars has never seen before. A girl wearing round glasses is wiping the invisible dust on the breastplate.

There are war marks on his face, and a lovely house elf is outlining the edges of the war marks with the oil paint in her hand.

His pistol was in the hands of a highly distorted but sane bunny girl, who was loading it.

His long sword is simple and simple, with tree vines wrapped around the handle and guard, and a tall and tall Keoti werewolf lady is stroking the blade with an oilcloth.

Mars also saw a black-haired girl wearing a red witch costume dancing a war dance... It should be the legendary war witch dance.

Is this my ancestor and his wives?

Mars was amazed until a lady came to his side, she knelt down, and she, who was also a pansio snow leopard, stretched out her arms and hugged Mars.

"My child, may suffering be far away from you, and may your wishes come true."

In her arms, what Mars felt was the supreme warmth and the love of his ancestors, and tears dripped from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

The ancestor had stood up, and his wives stepped aside, smiling at Mars.

"Maya, let me do it."

"Okay, but don't bully him."

The lady smiled and loosened her arms around Mars. She stretched out her fingers and wiped the tears from the corners of Mars' eyes: "Go, learn from your ancestors, the sword and your arms will always be justice Extend."

"Yeah." Mars smiled.

His great-great-grandmother smiled and stepped out of the ring, his great-grandfather stood on the edge.

Mars also stood on the edge, and in front of him a shoot emerged from the grass, and as it grew, Mars found himself making a connection with it.

Eventually, Mars mused, the sprout became a branch, and then a sword.

Mars held the sword in his hand, it was a sword suitable for Mars, surprisingly light.

"You came here with thoughts, to learn how to hold a sword, right." The ancestor did not launch an attack, but asked with a smile.

Mars nodded—indeed, how can he be familiar with using a spiritual sword if he doesn't know how to hold a sword?

"So, can we start?" Mars's ancestor asked with a smile.

"Ancestor, here I can remember the memory of the first time I saw you, but outside, I can't remember all of this at all." Mars opened his mouth, because before entering the training, he still has a problem want to ask.

"Ah, this question, you will understand when you surpass ordinary people and become a legend." The ancestor smiled and gave a plausible answer.

Mars thought for a while, then glanced at his great-grandmother again, she smiled and shook her head: "If that day doesn't come, even if we tell you the answer, you will forget it, child."

Is that so? Mars still doesn't understand why, but since even if he gets the answer, he will forget it because he leaves here, so Mars has no intention of knowing all this.

Thinking of this, Mars held the sword in both hands and pointed at the enemy.

"Yes, this is the spirit that a swordsman should have." The ancestor smiled and nodded, full of joy and happiness.

Of course Mars understood, because on that rainy night, Mr. Sadajiro said something.

It takes talent to become a psionic apprentice, but it only takes courage to hold the sword to protect yourself and others.

(End of this chapter)