Rumie reincarnated in the world of martial arts but without expecting that it has class awakenings and he observed that there were class holders. Was it Murim mixed with Fantasy? He asked himself at first but it was proved to be as such by his investigation.
He opened his eyes and blinked several times. It was familiar feeling of being calm and refreshed. A feeling that was lost in the binds of time as he grew older. He observed and concluded, it was impossible! He slightly realized that it was his study table when he was young. How could that happen? He was awake all the time and was not dreaming.
It was when he was still 4 years old that he regressed back in the past. Thinking about it, he felt refreshed. The world was still tranquil and peaceful.
It was on the eve of peace time when the demon and human war has ended. And the victor was the humans. It was a hard fought battle that costed deaths nearly as half of humanity just to defend the borders and made the enemies retreat. Powers and might, all were put to the cause but still, it was not a factor to survive and live against the grueling trial of wars.
He was reading when he regressed and it felt unnatural. The memories surged back to the past and it was from the future. In his keen mind, he noticed immediately that it was indeed when he was 4. He stretched his hands and feet and they were just as tall as when he was at that age. His fair skin, a little brownish not too white but it was indeed unblemished. He was well taken care of and was not injured in any way. His skin was a testament of his caution in one on one sparring with his trainer.
Just as he was about to freak out with what happened, it felt like he only dreamt about it and was like his memory from the future was put inside his small brain. Inserted like a larger entity than his own soul. All the knowledge and memories were brought back in just a twinkling of an eye.
He put his hands on his mouth and wanted to scream but it was muffled. He did not want to cause a commotion at all. The thing was, he did not expect it so he was just experiencing unbelief in the moment he was into. That fact was he was sent back in the past!
In his last moments before death, he saw the demon god with his own eyes. It was horrendous, not able to describe it with their terms. It was a humanoid creature but with tentacles of auras. The said face was grotesque and was unlikely to be looked at directly. Mouth was arching up to the cheeks, too many eyes, and mouth was of an insect like wriggling like worms.
He was up against the giant enemy and summoned his nimbus clones. The enemies were as big as the mountains and moved like collosal beasts. It could cover the sun up above and the clouds would get swatted with every breath of theirs. The demon god was as huge as the moon and could suck the stars like it was nothing.
The minions were all collosal and they were the Demon Titans. All faced Rumie with great numbers. He could only watch from the top of the mountains as he saw them trampling the ground, shaking it to the core. The majestic view of his last moments were one of a kind. As he summoned his clones.
They were clones that have the capability to replicate the martial arts of the master and it's thoughts but could only be hit like it was only a cloud. They have great prowess but lacks the same endurance of the summoner.
Though it was enough, thousands of martial arts were practiced and memorized by Rumie and he was named as the "Martial Arts God" of the kingdom. Though his name was Rumiel. Which was named to him by his parents. It was a bit angelic and a powerful one.
He used all his clones armed with a staff to become a thousand and with all martial arts techniques but it was not enough. He needed more, something that Rumie was studying and was trying to learn. The "Awakened Clone". In such was a myth for him. It was a clone that has an Awakening and gained a class. It was the best matchup against those enemies. In by which was, still a theory. And so, he was defeated. He lost against the Demon God that was as huge as a moon.
The time for reading was almost up and he was called by his butler. "Young master! You need to be in the training grounds. The Martial practice will now proceed. Please follow me." He bowed and then turned around. His demeanor was of a professional and it felt refined and up to the standards of what a butler should act. Though Rumie wanted to be in terms with him as a friend and not overly serious. The one with the same vibes as such was his friends in the village. They were in equal terms with him as he disguised as a normal villager as them.
They arrived at the training grounds and then met with the master trainer of their land. He was one of the greatest master of martial arts in the realm and has the Class of Ethereal Assassin. He was by far, unkillable and would be the most troublesome opponent ever.
They arrived and the place has wooden swords and staffs. By just watching, Rumie already wanted to pick up the staff. Though it was not enough to hold back his martial arts techniques that he would use. But, he was still young and his muscles were still softie. It would do if he would have to exert such force from his muscles.
They went to the brick floors and his master was waiting in the midst of it. He was wearing a kimono like robed dress and was in his prime.
With that, he immediately greeted him, "Hello master! I will be in your care." He bowed and smirked at him. Knowing that he was back in time. Should he go low-key? Or not?