Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System

Chapter 2336: Oda Nobunaga’s Endless Castle [54]

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"Damn it! How do I even use that... Nnnggh?!"

Drake felt the immense attack pushing him down constantly. It sliced through everything. His Venerable Aura waned instantly, and even Muramasa gained tiny scratches, despite Drake believing it to be indestructible.

"Don’t be like me, Drake! Don’t let anger consume you! I know this bastard, you know?"

"What?!"

"After he killed Amaterasu-sama, he attacked my sect! He destroyed every Sword Sect he could find. He decided to reserve swordsmanship only for himself and a few chosen ones. He called it a Sacred Art of the Gods and forbade swordsmanship schools, dojos, and sects from existing among mortals again..."

"That’s...!"

Drake suddenly felt memories rushing into his mind. In a split second, he saw images of Muramasa’s true identity. Visions of his past, from its beginning to its bitter end, revealed the origin, history, and soul of the katana he wielded. This soul had appeared when he combined his swords, as if it had always watched over him.

Muramasa was an Ancient Master of Swordsmanship and a Great Grandmaster of Sword Cultivation, the Leader of the Sword Sect of the Northern Lands, and a Shen Long, a race of Dragons from Zipangu. They were descendants of the noblest dragon races of Zipangu, creations of Amaterasu, unrelated to Tiamat, with their own traditions, families, and clans.

Drake gazed upon these memories with awe. He hadn’t expected his sword to reveal all this, but perhaps it was to earn his trust. The old dragon entrusted his entire life history so Drake could understand.

Muramasa began as a small dragon, born to a noble family of powerful Shen Long Dragons. Smaller and weaker than his stronger siblings, he could not rely on his draconic power alone. But curiosity about humans, a weak yet intelligent race that possessed individuals capable of growing strong enough to slay noble dragons, led him to learn swordsmanship from a very old man.

What started as curiosity became his passion. The dragon, born without the ability to wield a sword, took human form and brandished it with dexterity, applying his draconic strength to his blade. He discovered the art of swordsmanship, which could surpass a dragon’s fang with enough training and dedication.

With these teachings, Muramasa honed his talent over thousands of years. He established the Sword Sect and taught hundreds of disciples across generations.

The teachings of his old master remained in his heart, and he passed them down to all his disciples, sharing everything he had learned.

However...

"I put my life into my legacy, and he destroyed everything!"

When the sky turned dark red and the Nine Heavens blackened, corrupted by an endless sea of specters, everyone in Zipangu knew Amaterasu-sama, their goddess and queen, had died.

Susanoo descended soon after, wandering the world with his three drunkard friends. Their swordsmanship was unparalleled. This time, instead of teaching or learning from mortals, he killed them in duels.

He went from sect to sect, slaying every swordsman he found. Those who refused to duel were cut apart by his friends.

"Swordsmanship is now an Art of the Gods! If you dare use it beneath the Nine Heavens, you will face Divine Punishment and Eternal Damnation!"

His voice echoed through Muramasa’s memories that Drake saw in that split second. His eyes widened as he realized just how vile Susanoo was.

Every revelation made him worse.

"I was consumed by wrath as he destroyed my home and killed my disciples... and I confronted him, consumed by wrath."

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

"Hahahaha! Pathetic! You’re a dragon, I am impressed! And yet your swordsmanship is so sloppy! Full of holes everywhere... perhaps your kind can be considered lesser gods, but you cannot even compare to our true strength!"

"BASTARD! YOU DESTROYED EVERYTHING! MY SECT, MY FAMILY, MY PEOPLE!"

"And why should I care about insects in the first place? My sister is dead, so nobody can force me to care! Hahaha!"

SLASH!

"Aaaaaggghh!"

Muramasa’s agonizing scream echoed through Drake’s mind as he saw his end. Unable to remain calm and fight with full strength, Muramasa’s anger clouded his judgment, slowing his techniques. Susanoo easily turned the tables and defeated him.

All because anger consumed him. It made his techniques slow and sloppy, despite being considered the strongest Dragon after Orochi’s death.

"Do you see now, my disciple? Do you understand? Can you learn from these memories?"

"I can... and I see now, master. Thank you."

Drake’s eyes glowed with golden and red light. His Aura turned serene, yet a crimson flare surged within, fueling everything.

"I have made up my mind... I am furious, but I will use this anger to temper my strength and skill. Every movement shall be fueled by it!"

FLAAASH!

"What?!"

Susanoo’s eyes widened as Drake began pushing against his dimension-slicing attack. His Aura surged, resembling a giant, ferocious Shen Long Dragon.

"ROOOAAARRR!"

"T-That face?!"

Susanoo recognized the roaring dragon in Drake’s Aura, the only one to have challenged him so fiercely before Yggdrasil: Muramasa, the Great Grandmaster of the Sword Sect of the Northern Lands.

Drake’s Limitless Path and Eternal Soul Techniques combined. His Soul fused with his Body and Blade, evolving it beyond...

"{Immortal Soul Blade: Limitless Ascension}!"

FLUOSH!

His Aura exploded, rising into the skies with white, golden, and silver light encompassing everything.

Immortal Soul Blade.

Limitless Ascension!

Drake stepped into a Realm beyond his previous one.

His swordsmanship, part of his Ascendancy Laws, carried him along.

To the heavens and beyond!

"RAAAAHHH!"

Drake roared. His sword pushed back Susanoo’s deadly attack until their blades clashed, shattering the space around them!

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

"I-Impossible! How can you match my skill?! I am the strongest and greatest swordsman! I am literally the Sword God! What are you but a lizard playing with a knife?!"

"Don’t make me laugh! Your swordsmanship is amateur at best! You rely on your Divine Authority to carry your blade, but you never truly learned any skill! You’re a fraud, Susanoo!"

"HAH?!"

Muramasa, fused with Drake’s Body and Soul, became an Immortal Blade, indestructible.

It was a temporary transformation, but with it, Drake matched Susanoo’s relentless attacks.

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