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Chapter 252: Infernal Demonic Art [1]

Yato's confident assertion echoed in the air, his demeanour unyielding. As the aftermath of the forbidden sword art's demonstration lingered, I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and trepidation in the face of his raw power.

"But Master," I hesitated, "if you're the strongest, why bother with such a dangerous and forbidden sword art? What purpose does it serve?"

Yato's gaze bore into mine, his eyes reflecting both the weight of history and the determination of one who had faced the shadows. "Lucas, it's forbidden because this sword was linked to demons the sword art itself isn't dangerous but to learn this sword users must have an undying will if they can't have that they will never be able to learn it."

"As I mentioned, strength comes in various forms," Yato continued, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "This forbidden sword art, linked to demons and requiring an undying will, is not a power to be wielded recklessly. It demands discipline, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to the cause."

His explanation shed light on the inherent challenges and risks associated with mastering the forbidden sword art. I listened intently, realizing that the potency of such a technique was intricately tied to the character and determination of its wielder.

"Lucas, the purpose of mastering this art goes beyond personal strength. It serves as a safeguard against the shadows that lurk in the corners of our world," Yato explained. "By understanding and controlling this power, one can navigate the delicate balance between light and darkness, protecting what is cherished."

I absorbed Yato's words, recognizing that the forbidden sword art wasn't just a tool of destruction; it was a symbol of mastery over formidable forces and a means to uphold a greater purpose.

"But Master, if this art is so closely tied to demons, doesn't it carry inherent risks? Could it not be a gateway to darker paths?" I inquired, curious about the potential consequences of delving into such forbidden realms.

Yato's eyes gleamed with a solemn wisdom. "Indeed, Lucas. The forbidden sword art walks a fine line, and the risk of succumbing to darker influences is ever-present. That's why the undying will it demands is crucial—a will to resist and overcome the temptations that may arise."

He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in. "In the right hands, this art can be a beacon of hope, a force to reckon with. But in the wrong hands, it can unleash chaos and turmoil."

"What is the name of this demonic sword art, master?" I asked, slightly in awe.

"It's Infernal Demonic Art."

Yato's revelation of the demonic sword art's name, "Infernal Demonic Art," resonated in the air. The very essence of the forbidden technique seemed to be encapsulated in its ominous title.

"Infernal Demonic Art," I repeated, the words carrying a weight that matched the gravity of our conversation. The name alone conveyed a sense of both power and peril.

"Master, how did you develop the undying will required for this art?" I inquired, curious about the personal journey that led Yato to master such a formidable and forbidden skill.

A contemplative expression crossed Yato's face as he delved into his past. "Lucas, developing an undying will isn't a singular event; it's a lifelong pursuit. My journey involved facing the demons within myself, confronting fears, and enduring challenges that pushed me to the brink."

He continued, "The undying will needed for the Infernal Demonic Art is forged in the crucible of one's own experiences and choices. It's a commitment to uphold principles and protect those who cannot defend themselves."

As Yato spoke, the wind carried a whisper of the untold stories that shaped his formidable character. The mastery of the forbidden sword art was not just a testament to magical prowess but a reflection of the resilience and determination embedded in his very being.

"Lucas, the path of mastering such arts is a lonely one. It requires solitude, introspection, and a constant vigilance against the encroaching darkness," Yato said, his eyes conveying the weight of his words.

"Master, I want to know why did you show me [Infernal Demonic Art]?" I have my guess but I want confirmation from him first.

Yato's blue eyes met mine for a moment there was silence "Lucas do you want to be strong,?"

"I want to."

"Are you willing to go against anything to be strong? Even against world government?"

"I am."

I don't want to feel helpless against anything that is beyond my control. There were many times I wished that things go my way but that wasn't the case because I wasn't strong enough to do anything.

Yato's gaze bore into mine, a flicker of approval in his eyes. "Then, Lucas, the reason I showed you the Infernal Demonic Art is simple—it's a glimpse into the path of strength you seek. The power to defy the constraints of the world, to challenge the established norms, and to be a force that shapes destiny rather than being shaped by it."

As he spoke, a sense of purpose and determination welled within me. The Forbidden Sword Art wasn't just a display of raw power; it was an invitation to a journey of self-discovery, resilience, and the pursuit of strength.

"Lucas," Yato continued, "strength isn't just about the physical prowess or magical abilities. It's about forging an unyielding will, standing firm in the face of adversity, and carving your destiny."

I nodded, absorbing his words, feeling a newfound resolve. "Master, I want to walk this path. I want to learn the Infernal Demonic Art and become strong."

Yato's stoic expression softened into a rare smile. "Very well, Lucas. The journey ahead is fraught with challenges, but with an unwavering will, you shall navigate the shadows and emerge stronger."

"Now close your eyes," Yato said as he walked toward me I closed my eyes and tapped my forehead

Immediately I felt my mind turn blank as a flood of information rushed into my mind.

Watching me getting overwhelmed by the information Yayo smiled

By the time I managed to sort out all of the information inside of my head, I was on my knees.