Jason was extremely anxious,and excited. Today he would meet his ancestor, find out what weapon he was meant for and chose his body forging art. While he already knew what art he would chose he hid it from his parents as he knew they would argue with him. What made him anxious was that he had no idea what weapon he would resonate with.
In his last life he only ever used fist arts he already new that the martial arts of his past couldn't be used here without a tier fifteen practitioner modifying the technique to use the energies of this world it will cause the reincarnator to explode if the try using techniques from their previous world. That made him wonder about the Nine Immortals Rebirth technique he has been using in place of the breathing techniques of this world.
Luckily using it did not kill him and it actually was four times as powerful as the breathing technique of the Kovar clan. He could only practice to the first immortal of the technique and couldn't comprehend the second level yet. The Kovar clan only had a low tier two breathing technique and only a few clans had low tier three techniques. Only the Duke's family had a high tier 4 technique. Just the first immortal of the Nine Immortals Rebirth had the strength of a high tier 2 breathing technique.
As he was trying to calm down he heard his father call him down to meet the patriarch with the others his age.
The patriarch was a brigader general but because he had passed the age of requirement was not able to gain the rank of marquis or the land there of, as only those under the age of 200 could gain ranks of nobility.
"Jason, greet the patriarch then go and join the line of children." commanded Charles solemnly.
Bowing with clasped hands, "Jason greets honourable patriarch!", he greeted Patriarch Michael, before running to line up with the other eight kids. There was five girls and three boys, but looking closely it was obvious that he was the youngest child there.
The patriarch stood still for a moment waiting to see if any more children came, before sighing in defeat when none came. "Let us go then little ones, hopefully one of you are gifted."
Walking down the stairs of the castle to the dungeon they all entered a cell. "You are probably wondering why we are here. To answer you simply the back wall leads to the ancestor, if you can pass it means you are of his blood, if you can not it means you killed and replaced one of our heirs and we shall torture you until death. Now move forward!"
Jason and the other children were slightly startled before calming down and walking forward one by one through the seemingly solid wall. Everything was fine until the girl in front of Jason who hit the wall rather than moving though it. She immediately tried to run but the patriarch just looked at her and she was frozen in place. "Continue!" barked the patriarch.
Jason walked forward and though the wall. before him sat a ghostly figure. Looking up it noticed him, there was a sad shake of his head before he spoke, "How many more descendants are there in this batch?"
" I am the last, the one who was before me was an imposter."
Hearing that the ghost looked angry before, just looking further defeated by the circumstances mumbling to himself about how far they have fallen.
Looking at Jason he asked, "Which art do you wish to practice?"
" I wish to practice the Dragon Forged Body Art"
Startled by the reply the ancestor looked closer at Jason as if he could see his secrets. "Fool sigh..., with you 3rd tier mortal body you stand no chance. You need a Named body preferably but even an element body or fiendgod body would be better than a lousy mortal body. I had the Mountain Giant Body but I only reached the third stage. With your body I recommend the Fire and Ice Body as One art. "
"Ancestor, I chose the Dragon Forging Body Art!" calmly stated Jason.
" Fine boy if you want to ruin your life it's your choice. But first I will put a binding on your soul so that you can't share the art, only if you pass my peak strength can you pass it on hahaha," Enraged by Jason's stubbornness he decided to just pass on the technique and refused to give any guidance to this rude child.
"Go stand next to the Tree of Harmony on the formation, when your soul interacts with the Tree the formation will place a mark in your palm of the weapon your soul craves."
Listening to the ancestor Jason moved to stand in the formation. As soon as he stood there a wave of energy brushed against his soul. There was a burning pain in his hand that nearly made him faint, but it disappeared in and instant one second there and gone in the next.
Before he could see his mark or see anything a bright light transported him out. The next moment he felt like he was falling but his father caught him. smiling ear to ear he asked, "Well come on alreadyb what's your weapon boy, don't keep your old man waiting."
Looking into his right hand he saw the mark of his weapon. It was a surprise for him what it was, he expected a sword saber maybe an axe, but nestled in his palm was the image of a glaive. Seeing that glaive his heart began to race as if his soul yearned to wield it. "Father.... I have the mark of a glaive." stammered Jason