Villain Is on Vacation



Next day, Rain woke up early to continue his daily practice with the sword.

The sun was barely up, casting a soft orange glow on the horizon.

With a deep breath, Rain grabbed his wooden sword and headed to the open field where he had been practicing for weeks.

His dedication and consistency had paid off as he achieved a breakthrough in his Swordsmanship Mastery, reaching the Intermediate level.

The hard work and endless hours of training were finally paying off.

As a result of his progress, he was now able to learn the sword arts.

The thought of learning new techniques made Rain's heart race with excitement.

Currently, Rain was practicing the Holmes Family's swordsman art.

The movements were fluid and graceful, a dance of steel that required both physical and mental discipline.

Being a high-class family, the Holmes Family possessed a wealth of knowledge on the subject, with manuals available for each level of expertise.

Rain had studied each manual meticulously, committing every detail to memory.

Before getting his previous life memories, Rain had already achieved Intermediate mastery in Swordsmanship.

Therefore, he had access to all the manuals and was practicing according to their instructions.

However, after getting his previous life's memories and system, his mastery of Swordsmanship degraded.

Rain struggled to reconcile his current knowledge with the new information he had received.

The same thing happened with his Mana Control and Marksmanship. Because of that, Rain had to train from scratch.

The frustration and disappointment of losing his skills were overwhelming at times, but Rain refused to give up.

He was determined to reclaim his former mastery and surpass it.

He stood on the grassy field, his eyes focused on the wooden sword in his hand.

With a deep breath, he felt the cool air fill his lungs and began to move his body in fluid, practiced movements, following the instructions outlined in the Holmes Family's sword manual.

The first move was a basic cut, designed to test his form and balance.

He raised his sword, feeling the weight of it in his hand, and then brought it down in a smooth, controlled arc.

The wooden sword sliced through the air with a satisfying swish, and Rain nodded in approval. 

He continued through the manual, practicing a variety of moves, from thrusts and parries to feints and flourishes.

Each one required intense concentration and careful attention to detail, but Rain reveled in the challenge.

As he practiced, he couldn't help but think of his past life and the skills he had developed.

Although he had once been a intermediate swordsman, he had to start from scratch in this new world.

But with each passing moment, he could feel himself getting stronger, more skilled, and more confident in his abilities.

By the time he finished practicing for the day, Rain was sweating and breathing heavily, his muscles aching with exertion.

But he felt alive, invigorated by the rush of adrenaline and the thrill of the fight.

He knew that he still had a long way to go before he could truly call himself a master swordsman, but he was willing to put in the work.

For Rain, the path to greatness was a journey worth taking.

At that moment, a message rang in his ears.

►[Congratulations Host. Sword of Recognition (Holmes Family's sword art) acquired.]

Seeing the message, Rain's lips slightly raised up.

As evening approached, Rain left the grassy field and made his way back to his house.

Although he had made progress with his swordsmanship, he knew that he couldn't let his guard down.

It would be dangerous to stay there in night. 

After that, Rain headed to the beach to practice the Shadow Sword art.

Rain stood on the sandy beach, the sound of the waves providing a soothing background to his training.

He gripped his sword tightly, taking a deep breath to steady himself before beginning to practice the Shadow Sword art.

He started with a basic move, slicing his sword through the air in a swift and precise motion.

He repeated the move several times, each time focusing on his form and technique.

Then he moved on to more advanced moves, incorporating twists and turns to keep his opponent guessing.

As Rain continued to practice, he became more and more fluid in his movements.

His sword seemed to dance through the air, leaving a trail of shadow in its wake.

He was completely immersed in his training, his mind focused solely on the art of the sword.

The sun began to set on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the beach.

Rain was exhausted but exhilarated, his body and mind both pushed to their limits.

As he continued to practice, he tried to incorporate the "Shadow Walk" footwork into his moves.

This was a technique he had learned from a skill manual he obtained from a bandit hideout, allowing him to move swiftly and silently, undetected by his opponent.

He disappeared into the shadows with a step, reappearing a few steps away. The sand shifted beneath his feet as he moved, and he continued to practice this technique until he became more confident in its use.

As the sun had already set, Rain wanted to continue his training.

He gripped his sword and used the "Shadow Walk" and "Shadow Sword Art" simultaneously, attacking a nearby boulder and scratching it heavily.

In a blur of motion, he disappeared and reappeared somewhere else.

►[Congratulations, Host. Shadow Sword Art acquired.]

►[You are now capable of utilizing some of the true essences of the Shadow Sword Style. A grand feat for an intermediate swordsman.]

►[Reward: Original manual of Shadow Sword Style, 200 pts]

Rain's eyes widened in disbelief. Had he really acquired the Shadow Sword Style manual?

Despite his excitement, he knew his current proficiency wasn't high enough to learn the advanced techniques contained within.

With a quick glance, he stored the manual in his space ring for safekeeping.

As he began to make his way home, Rain couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

The salty sea air filled his nostrils, and the sound of his footsteps echoed against the pavement.

Despite his fatigue and hunger, he was content knowing he was getting stronger with each passing day.

Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline, or maybe it was the satisfaction of achieving a milestone, but as he walked into his home that night, Rain couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his progress.