Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 24

Multiverse Adventure – My Journey Begins in Danmachi 24

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 24 Dawn

Dawn, Noah stirred awake in a fit of snores, glancing at the unfamiliar ceiling before slightly disoriented.

Oh right, I joined Loki Familia.

From now on, I’m part of a team too!

Twilight Manor isn’t that big or small, but it’s definitely enough to accommodate over forty members with one room each.

However, Loki Familia enforces a policy where only non-leader members share rooms, two per room.

Despite Noah feeling he had closed the Strength gap with Falna and could easily defeat Valetta again, he was still paired with another individual in his room.

The other person was a 13-year-old Human teenager named Raul Nord, who had joined Loki Familia two years ago and remained at level 1.

Despite being only 13, Noah still remembered the image of him yesterday drinking with Loki.

At first a bit awkward, but after a few drinks, he loosened up, joining the Dwarves in shoulder-to-shoulder bonding and singing loudly.

You could say that Warriors don’t age, Adventurers are probably all like that too.

Quietly climbing down from his bed above, Noah changed into his clothes, picked up his weapons, and quietly left the room.

After a quick wash, he arrived at Twilight Manor.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, and the world was still shrouded in silence.

This time of year seemed to be between autumn’s end and winter’s start, with an unusually clear sky but also unusually cold.

A sharp morning breeze swept through, scattering the mist from his mouth.

After feeling the cold air through his thin clothes, Noah didn’t immediately start training. Instead, he wandered around the courtyard for a bit.

The courtyard seemed to be circular with the Central Tower in the center.

He wasn’t sure if it was due to Magic Stone technology or something else, but the flowers planted in the courtyard were blooming beautifully despite the winter wind. It felt a bit strange to see them bloom out of season.

As he walked, Noah suddenly heard another sound amidst the morning breeze—one that was entirely different from natural wind.

That was the clash of steel slicing through the air.

Following the direction of the sound, Noah arrived at a grassy area near a Magic Stone Lamp and a small fountain.

In one corner near the wall, there was a young and innocent golden figure practicing swordplay.

Noah’s sharp eyes allowed him to recognize it at first glance—a wooden sword, yet capable of slicing through the air with a resonant sound, leaving almost identical Phantom slashes in its wake.

If there were targets ahead of the wooden sword, Noah would likely face a relentless barrage of attacks—cutting, piercing, and disintegrating into fragments within moments.

The girl wielding the sword with an impressive energy momentum stared straight ahead with eyes as sharp and clear as the sword’s blade.

Despite being just a child under ten years old, her delicate arms effortlessly wielded a wooden sword that was nearly her height.

Seeing such mastery of swordsmanship again left Noah truly amazed.

He realized it because he could see the difference—Noah’s unrefined yet intuitive swordsmanship in battle versus Ais’s meticulously designed and polished technique.

The fluidity of her movements, which required only minimal arm movement and an exceptionally stable stance, made her seem like a conductor leading an orchestra or a dancer performing gracefully.

Human intuition is a fascinating thing—it often allows people to perceive things others might overlook.

Taking swordsmanship as an example, while there are exceptions, most excellent swordsmanship is refined, elegant, and light-handed, giving it a sense of beauty.

Ais’s swordsmanship was precisely this kind of mastery, even captivating Noah to some extent.

While Noah could easily overpower the girl with just one finger now, he never judged others by their current strength alone.

Some people are strong simply because they’ve lived longer. Noah himself had surpassed many of those once-proud individuals through relentless growth.

He would not want to become the kind of person he once despised and looked down upon.

If he were Ais at her current age, he’d likely get beaten to a pulp.

Yet, there was still an air of uncertainty in her swordplay.

Despite the sharpness of her swordplay and the intense emotions and Bloodlust it contained, that wasn’t what truly drove Ais to swing her sword.

Swinging a sword for the wrong reasons couldn’t bring out her true strength.

Noah was certain because he had once been like her…

As Noah pondered, Ais suddenly paused her swordplay and turned her gaze toward him with a calm expression.

Her golden eyes met his blue ones.

“Oh, I see you’re captivated.”

Noah blinked and walked toward Ais with a calm expression.

“As long as I don’t embarrass myself, it’s not embarrassing if someone else does.”

“Good morning, Ais. I accidentally looked into your mind just now because your Swordsmanship is truly impressive.”

“Just like Ability levels, Swordsmanship or Battle methods are personal secrets for each individual.”

Therefore, watching others train feels a bit awkward, especially for Noah as an inexperienced newbie.

Hearing Noah’s apology and praise, Ais felt a little confused.

Because Noah’s words made it sound like he was captivated by her Swordsmanship.

“It must have been just a hallucination.”

“No, there’s nothing to it.”

Shaking her head, Ais blinked her eyes.

The girl’s cheeks, already slightly red from the cold and training, turned even redder.

She secretly glanced at Noah and then bit her pink lips, lowering her head.

“That… thank you…”

Though the girl’s voice was as faint as a mosquito in the morning wind, Noah still caught it, almost thinking he imagined it.

“What? You’re not blaming me for that, and now you’re thanking me?”

“Also, I’m sorry… in the Dungeon and on North Street before…”

Noah finally realized what Ais was talking about.

She was thanking him for saving her in the Dungeon and apologizing for not seeing each other again on North Street.

“It’s fine, really. Seeing a group of monsters chasing a little girl would make anyone concerned.”

“But Riveria said that if someone saves you, you should express your gratitude.”

Noah looked at the wooden sword Ais was holding.

“Ais-chan and Miss Riveria are very close, so is this why you’re using a wooden sword?”

Although he didn’t know what led her to crash into the Dungeon last time, it’s clear that Ais is a Battle enthusiast.

Then, despite the weapons being destroyed in the last battle, Loki Familia definitely doesn’t lack weapons.

So, Ais can now only use wooden swords for training because of this reason, which seems to have been guessed.

Clearly a protective punishment.

Ais immediately widened her eyes, “Why would you know that?”

Noah didn’t answer directly; instead, he playfully blinked his eyes and turned to leave.

“Who knows? Maybe it’s intuition.”

Looking at Noah’s back, Ais hesitated for a moment before realizing she had been mocked. She then inevitably puffed out her cheeks.

“Bad-hearted…”

However, after the dissatisfaction subsided, she couldn’t help but press her chest.

Still, she didn’t say anything.

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