Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

"Please move aside, it's my turn to fight."

"Excuse me, please move aside."

"Let me pass, thank you."

Everyone turned their heads to look when they heard this.

But then a young man with black hair and black eyes, with a casual smile on his face, walked out of the crowd little by little.

At first glance, he looks like just an ordinary young man.

He was neither holding a weapon nor covering his face like the long-eared girl. It seemed as if he was just passing by to buy vegetables and came to see the excitement casually. He didn't know how he ran onto the stage.

"You are……"

Philence looked at Ron, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his originally calm face.

Ron turned his head to look at the long-eared girl beside him and asked with a smile:

"Excuse me, could you lend me your sword?"

"You are a swordsman, but you don't carry your sword with you?"

The girl from the Long-Eared Tribe raised her eyebrows slightly and asked with a half-smile.

Ron scratched his head and spread his hands helplessly.

"Although it may seem a bit exaggerated, my sword is not really suitable for sparring."

"Is that so? I'll lend it to you then."

The long-eared girl said this and threw the exaggerated saber over.

Ron caught it casually.

The blade felt cool, yet slightly heavy the moment it touched my hand. The hilt had barely noticeable deformation, likely from excessive force applied during prolonged handling. The turban, however, looked relatively new, likely having been replaced recently.

This is a sword with quite a history.

Although it is not a magic sword, its materials and workmanship are extraordinary and it is one of the most famous swords.

"Secret Sword Idaz."

The girl from the Long-Eared Tribe said softly.

"During the First Human-Demon War, the world-renowned Long-Eared swordsman Idazred was famous. Even back then... no, even during the Second Human-Demon War, anyone with even a passing knowledge of swordsmanship would have heard of him."

"Later, the giant continent disappeared with the explosion that formed the Ringus Sea, and his deeds gradually faded from people's sight as time passed."

"This sword was crafted by the Long-Eared Clan in memory of that great swordsman. They collected many precious minerals and had the modern Mining God personally craft it."

"Please use it properly."

Although she seemed to be lending the sword casually, the girl's attitude was very cautious.

Ron nodded slightly.

He grasped the greatsword, which was meant to be used with two hands, with one hand and tried to swing it slightly in the air. Although he had never used a saber before, he had used similar weapons frequently and was now quite proficient in using them.

Seeing Ron holding it with one hand, the long-eared girl frowned slightly.

"That's not how you use that sword... No, forget what I said."

Although it was a two-handed sword, Ron held it with one hand and yet he gave off a feeling of "this is how the sword was meant to be used". It felt as if he had magnified a one-handed sword several times out of thin air, while the method of use remained unchanged.

In other words, use the greatsword as a one-handed sword.

It is not impossible to use it this way, but it really tests the user's wrist strength too much. For most people, it only exists in imagination.

Ron was the exception.

"Water Emperor, Phylence."

Ferrens pointed the golden sword in his hand at Ron seriously, assuming the posture of a water god.

Although she didn't know where the other party came from, she would not show mercy.

In order to maintain the reputation and prestige of the Water God School, she must win.

Because she is the number one person under the contemporary Water God.

"Brave man, Ron."

Ron smiled and also struck a pose.

Ron...?

This name startled some people present, as it was not unfamiliar to most people. Especially recently, this name had been a hot topic of discussion in the capital and throughout the Asura Kingdom.

Alone, he intercepted the Spelud warrior group.

Slay the demon king with a sword on the northern border battlefield.

It seems that it is still a demon. Although it looks almost no different from humans on the surface, it is a demon standing on the side of humans.

There are countless similar rumors, including rumors that he is immortal, can use various magic eyes, and can easily heal other people's wounds... Because they are too outrageous, few people even believe them.

And this young man who appeared in the dojo now, could it be...

"Whatever you are, I'm not waterproof."

Ferrens still maintained his posture meticulously.

"Of course, if you let the water go, then this battle will be meaningless."

Ron said, also striking a stance.

The whole audience fell silent.

The reason was that the postures displayed by Ron and Philence at this moment were almost exactly the same.

Even the long-eared girl who lent Ron the sword was stunned.

Water God Flow?

This guy... is he planning to use the Water God Style in front of the Water God's direct disciple, the number one person under the contemporary Water God?

And with a weapon like that?

"There should be a limit to looking down on others."

Feilunsi's tone was a little cold, and she felt as if the other party was insulting the Water God School.

However, Ron had no such intention, he just smiled and continued to maintain his posture.

He used the saber that needed to be held with both hands as a one-handed sword. Although it looked a bit awkward and full of flaws at first glance, Ferrens, who was close at hand, did not choose to attack immediately.

In other words, he stopped just before he was about to make a move.

She observed Ron's stance carefully, and only then did she realize that his Water God Style seemed slightly different. Although it was indeed the stance of a Water God Style move, in some subtle ways, it seemed to have incorporated some elements from other schools.

Philence couldn't understand what it was, but there was no doubt that it was not a mistake caused by Ron's lack of water god skills.

It's a necessary adjustment.

"It seems like I'm the one who looks down on others."

Ferrens said softly.

The moment he finished speaking, Ron took action.

The Water God Style's main focus was defense and counterattack, but if two bastards were wary of each other, there would be no winner. Therefore, in situations where both sides excelled at defense, the more confident one would choose to attack proactively.

The long and heavy saber was swung out through the wind, and Ferrens swung his sword to block it.

The scene suddenly became dazzling.

The sound of swords and metal clashing was endless.

The girl from the Long-Eared Tribe was stunned. It was the first time she saw someone using the saber like this. What school did this guy belong to? Who did he learn swordsmanship from? Why did it feel like such a hodgepodge?

Moreover, the use of the secret sword in Ron's hands has completely deviated from the original intention of the forger.

If the God of Mines knew that the sword was used in this way, he would probably stamp his feet in anger, right?

what is this?

Great strength brings about miracles?

"Puff-"

Just as the long-eared girl was thinking, a dull voice came from the dojo.

Everyone looked up, only to see that the calm and composed Ference, now slumped to the ground, his face covered in sweat. His slender hand gripping the golden sword trembled slightly, as if he had endured an attack beyond his capacity.

Ron placed the sword in his hand lightly on the girl's shoulder, signaling the end of the battle.

Looking at the unwilling girl, Ron's smile remained the same as always.

"Of all the martial arts, this is the Water God Style."

Brave Chapter: 212, Wasting Time

To be honest, Ron felt that in terms of Water God Style's swordsmanship, he and Philence should be on par with each other.

Although Orsted had laid the foundation for his own Water God Style, his hands-on instruction only lasted until he reached the advanced level of swordsmanship. Regarding the other secrets of the Water God Style, although Orsted had demonstrated them to him, he had never received full instruction.

In other words, Ron's Water God Flow began to grow wildly after entering the Saint level realm.

A pure wild way.

And Ferrens is as orthodox as can be.

Comparing the two, the gap is immediately apparent.

However, orthodoxy cannot be used as a basis for evaluating strength.

There is only one basis for evaluating strength and weakness.

Winning means being strong.

If you lose, you are weak.

So there is no doubt that Ron's Water God Flow is stronger.

This is called beauty created by numbers.

"Can you stand up?"

Ron returned the saber to the long-eared girl beside him, turned around and reached out to Ferrence, trying to pull her up.

However, Philence did not hold Ron's hand immediately. Instead, he bit his lower lip and looked at Ron with a very complicated look.

"Who is your teacher?"

Ferrens asked.

"Orstead."

"I've never heard of such a person."

"Of course you haven't heard of it, because he doesn't exist in this era."

"..."

Ferrens looked puzzled and bewildered.

Ron smiled and said:

"Let me introduce myself again. I'm Ron, the brave man from the future."

"I came to this era to change the ominous future five hundred years from now."

"……I see."

Ferrens took Ron's hand and slowly stood up.

She looked at Ron with clear eyes and said softly:

"I've heard of your name, but I didn't expect you to look so young. I didn't remember it for a moment, but I won't forget it in the future."

"That's a real honor."

Ron was pleased to see that his name had gradually spread in this era. The same was true for what happened today. It would probably not be long before rumors spread that the Water God's direct disciple, Water Emperor Philence, had been defeated by the brave man.

In this way, the influence is expanded step by step.