I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Chapter 326: Leave Your Back To Me

Raven, after landing with the cataclysmic effect of her talent ability, immediately began to use her dual blade style.

The Kageyama dual blade arts was a lineage art, one brought about by a Heritage.

That was the amazing thing about Heritages: they could be passed down. It’s not even a must for the successor to be related by blood; it was something that could be passed as long as the successor is a drifter.

But most clans and families preferred to pass it down to their own blood, so one way or another, heroes past that had obtained amazing heritage had ended up creating diverse families with diverse lineage arts.

The Kageyama Clan was one of such; their first patriarch was a great assassin with a dark element talent ability. It later formed their familiarity with the darkness; their distinguished jet-black hair was also something quite known to their family.

And their talents, more importantly, were always a Combat class talent. Raven, however, was the first person to awaken a Mage class talent.

It was strong, no doubt, but to her father and siblings, it was useless.

Being born of a maid, she faced far more cruelty and neglect in the household than any of her thirteen siblings.

Even at that, she didn’t let the hurt eat her up; she wanted to make her father proud, she wanted to make him expect something from her.

Every trial that her brothers and sisters gave to her in the means to kill her, she would always prevail, hoping that her father would look to her once... Even if it was just only once.

She trained like no other; eventually, her natural talent spoke for itself, and she was able to use the lineage art just like everyone.

She gained the Heritage and its abilities too.

And she trained hard day and night, days of sleeplessness, swinging the sword and forgetting that she has an EX class ability just because her family hated it.

But that man didn’t look at her at all.

And when the academy principal discovered her talent, he approached her, convinced her to come to the academy.

She ignored it; she didn’t want to, none of her family clan had ever gone there. She didn’t want to tatter the great family name.

However, one day Raven decided against it. Of course, there was a catalyst to that decision, but for now, that remains in the box of mystery she herself had buried in her past.

Rughsbourgh’s promise to make her the strongest has led to her being here.

But honestly, she was probably part of the 1% that didn’t buy into his shit.

She didn’t trust another man to make her the strongest, but she did want to get away from her family.

Just before she loses it and starts killing them randomly.

She had to defy her father to leave, and the man made her a promise.

A promise of death.

She walked out of the clan knowing very well that they will come for her as they always do with anyone that leaves the clan.

Which was why being in the continent of Stelia for Raven was a blessing.

But she was also actively working, working to become stronger. Unlike Northern, she wasn’t in a hurry to return to the Central Plains.

In fact, she didn’t seem to mind staying longer than necessary, seeing how she readily gave Northern the flying sheep as a reward for his help, when he would already be gaining plentifully from it.

Her resolve was powerful and unbreakable and could be seen in the swing of her swords.

The way they arched in the air, stabbed into those stony skins. There was no falter in her eyes, no waver in her heart.

Her gaze was fixed and dangerous, her movement swift and sharp, her swords cruel and unforgiving.

She was an abomination on this battlefield, a nemesis to these monsters.

As Raven shot forward and plunged her sword onto the neck of one as it raised its sword to strike—Northern’s clones disappeared—and she witnessed it happen.

A frown creased upon her face immediately.

Why would he suddenly make his clones disappear, Raven thought. Maybe he wanted to focus more on the battle.

But then again, she thought about the unlikeliness of it. Northern very well knew that his clones were a great help to this battle.

They needed the numbers to win this fast. She didn’t think Northern would do something so reckless, at least not now.

Worried, Raven equipped her shield and took flight into the air.

Scanning for a couple of seconds, she eventually saw Northern on the ground, struggling to stand up while swinging his sword haphazardly to chase away monsters.

A frown appeared on her face and she muttered in question, ”Is his soul core... advancing?”

Her eyes widened in that moment, and without any hesitation, she dove in for the save.

Landing behind Northern and lashing out a vehement horizontal strike that sent blood spilling across the air, even besmirching her own face and armor.

She glanced back at Northern and said:

”Focus on yourself for now... And leave your back to me.”

Northern gritted his teeth in annoyance.

Why did it have to play out like this? He had blurted to her not to mind his business and instead mind hers.

Yet here he was, desperately in need of her help.

Northern felt angry, but he also knew he had no choice; it wasn’t like he had a say in this whole situation.

The least he could do was not be a child and just accept it.

He lowered his head and conceded.

”Ah, fine. I’ll be leaving my back to you.”

He rolled his eyes before eventually smiling as his consciousness dwindled before vanishing.

As if suddenly fueled by those words, Raven felt an adrenaline rush course through her body.

Every one of her muscles and limbs seemed unusually ready to protect him.

Maybe it was because she understood that those words of his could very much mean he has accepted her.

Maybe that was why she was so excited to fight for him, to protect him.

Her eyes were even shining with excitement, with a sweet smile gracefully beautifying her face.