All Chapters of REINCARNATED WITH THE BOOK OF SUPREME LAWS: Chapter 61
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AERIS OF THE AZURE SKY SECT
The forest had quieted after the retreat of the bandits. The only sounds were the faint creak of wagon wheels and the soft wind brushing through the trees. Elior walked along the side of the caravan, Kavi perched lightly on his shoulder, its small eyes flicking back and forth as if taking stock of everything in the world. The creature’s tail twitched occasionally, a subtle indicator of alertness, and Elior found himself unconsciously scanning the forest in response, his two-meter Law Awareness quietly mapping the surrounding energy.Beside him, the young girl from the caravan—Aeris—walked with a calm, measured pace. She did not speak at first, only observed, her posture perfect and her eyes flickering from one detail to another: the wagons, the guards, even Elior himself. Despite the tension left behind by the bandits, she exuded an ease that seemed almost natural, though Elior could sense an underlying purpose in every movement, every glance.Finally, she spoke, her voice soft, polit
THE BLACKSMITH AND THE STRANGE STONE
Elior walked into Farasa’s smithing quarter with the same quiet that had become his habit. The street smelled of hot iron and oil, a sharp, metallic scent that cut through the ordinary smells of the city and steadied him in a way he did not expect. He had the wooden bird tucked into his satchel, wrapped in cloth to hide the faint glow of its carved rune. He had carved it in the cave when his hands were steadier and his mind clearer, shaping the Life Rune into its wings in a way that had felt right, more instinct than plan. The bird was not a weapon. It was an exercise in control, a small test of how Essence would hold inside wood rather than paper. Still, he wanted someone who worked with material to see it, someone whose hands had shaped metal into tools and lives. The blacksmith’s shop was louder than he had imagined. Hammers rang against anvils in regular, powerful beats. Sparks jumped like a cage of tiny stars, and a steady heat bloomed from the furnace. Men moved with practiced r
FIRST FORGING
The next morning passed quietly. Farasa City roared with life outside, but inside Doran’s forge the world felt contained, warm, and steady. The rhythmic pounding of hammers and the hiss of steam from the quenching barrels had already become familiar to Elior.He had not seen Aeris again since the day they entered the city. He wondered briefly if she had left or was simply occupied with her duties. Given her identity, he assumed she was busy with whatever mission her sect had sent her on. It made sense, so he pushed the thought aside and focused on the craft in front of him.Doran greeted him with a grin as Elior stepped into the workshop.“You are early again. I suppose you have grown attached to this place.”“I want to learn,” Elior replied simply.Doran laughed. “Then you came to the right forge. Let us see what that memory of yours can absorb today.”For the next week, Elior returned every morning. He swept the floors, carried coal, pumped the bellows, and practiced the simple moti
INVITATION
Morning sunlight filtered through the dusty windows of the forge, cutting through the smell of burnt metal and oil. Elior stepped through the door quietly, carrying the wrapped blade under his arm. Doran was already inside, swinging a hammer with rhythmic force as he shaped a chunk of ore on the anvil.The sound echoed across the room with steady strength. Doran looked up as Elior approached.“You are early again, boy.” The man wiped sweat from his face and grinned. “I thought you would sleep till noon after working so late yesterday.”“I slept enough,” Elior answered simply.Doran had already grown familiar with Elior’s nature. The boy rarely spoke unless necessary, and even then his tone was calm in a way that felt older than his age. Doran had decided long ago not to question it.“You said you were working on something yesterday. Did it turn out well?” Doran asked.Elior placed the wrapped bundle on a table. “See for yourself.”Doran’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He unwrapped the clo
UNWANTED ATTENTION
The forge remained thick with the smell of scorched metal, yet the usual rhythm of hammering and fire felt oddly suspended. Doran could not focus on his work. His eyes kept darting toward the sword resting on the table, as if it were a living thing rather than forged steel.“This… this is impossible,” he muttered, tracing the edge with the tip of his finger, careful not to cut himself. “No apprentice could—no, not even a properly trained smith—could produce something like this in a single week…”His hands trembled as he turned the blade over, testing its weight, balance, and the slight hum of energy that seemed to vibrate through it. He compared it silently in his mind to the high-tier spirit iron work he had heard of in stories—artifacts that cost a lifetime to forge. And yet, this was from ordinary ore. Ordinary.“Boy… what are you?” Doran whispered to himself, his eyes flicking toward Elior, trying to read the calm, unreadable expression on the young man’s face. He could feel the p
THE JOURNEY TO THE AZURE SKY SECT
The morning sun spilled over Farasa City, painting the streets in warm gold. Merchants called out their wares, carts rattled along cobblestones, and children darted between the stalls, laughing. To ordinary eyes, it was an unremarkable day—but Elior moved as though apart from it, steps measured, deliberate, calm.Kavi padded lightly along his shoulder strap, its small body warm, yet a faint frost lingered on its fur. Occasionally it nudged his neck with its head, a gentle reminder of life and companionship. Its soft hums were the only sounds that acknowledged the tension lingering from the forge.Elior entered the inn. The familiar creak of the door barely disturbed the low chatter of breakfast. He placed his belongings carefully on a chair, the sword he had forged still sheathed and wrapped. Kneeling, he adjusted Kavi, who curled up and purred softly, the paradoxical warmth and frost of its body settling his mind.He opened the Book of Laws, scanning the
BANDITS AGAIN
The caravan moved steadily along the mountain road, wheels creaking softly as they rolled over packed earth and scattered stone. Tall trees lined both sides of the path, their branches forming a loose canopy that filtered the sunlight into shifting patterns on the ground.Inside the carriage, Elior sat calmly, his back resting against the wooden wall. His eyes were half-closed, not in sleep, but in quiet awareness. Kavi lay curled beside him, breathing slow and steady, its ears twitching occasionally at distant sounds.The faint tension he had sensed earlier had not faded.Instead, it had grown clearer.Movement stirred beyond the treeline.Elior opened his eyes.Three breaths later, the ambush revealed itself.A sharp whistle cut through the air.“Bandits!” one of the Azure Sky disciples shouted.Figures burst from the forest on both sides of the road, blades drawn, faces covered with crude cloth masks. Their movements were practiced but rough, the kind born from desperation rather t
The declining azure sky sect
The caravan wound its way through the mountain roads for most of the day. The air grew thinner and colder as the peaks rose higher around them, jagged silhouettes cutting into the blue sky. By the time the sun leaned westward, the path ahead opened suddenly, revealing a vast mountain range layered like steps toward the heavens.Elior lifted his gaze.The Azure Sky Sect appeared.From afar, it was magnificent.Towering peaks formed a natural barrier around the sect grounds, their surfaces carved with ancient stairways that spiraled upward in wide arcs. Massive stone platforms hovered between cliffs, supported by formations so old that the marks of their creators had long faded. Grand halls clung to the mountainsides, their roofs glazed in blue tiles that reflected sunlight like still water.Even the clouds seemed to gather around the sect, drifting lazily between the peaks as if reluctant to leave.“So this is the Azure Sky Sect,” Aeris said quietly, following Elior’s line of sight.Th
Fractured Invitations
The wind moved softly through the high stone courtyards of the Azure Sky Sect, carrying with it the thin scent of old pine and weathered stone. Elior stood beside Aeris at the edge of a broad terrace, his gaze calm as he looked over the vast structures carved into the mountain itself.Behind them, footsteps approached.Measured. Unhurried. Heavy with authority.Aeris did not turn immediately, but her shoulders tensed slightly. Elior felt it as well. Two distinct auras were closing in, both powerful, both restrained, and both filled with intention.One was sharp and aggressive, like fire smoldering beneath a layer of ash.The other was steady and dignified, carrying the faint echo of long years and unyielding pride.Elior turned slowly.Two elders approached.They wore similar robes bearing the Azure Sky insignia, but the differences were unmistakable to anyone with cultivated perception.The elder on the left walked with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture upright and compo
SECT LEADER OF THE AZURE SKY SECT
The inner halls of the Azure Sky Sect lay deep within the mountain, far removed from the outer courtyards and training grounds. Elior followed Aeris in silence as they passed through long stone corridors lined with azure pillars and faded murals. Each carving depicted scenes of ancient battles, flying swords, and cultivators standing beneath a boundless sky. The grandeur was undeniable, yet the stillness was too heavy.There were no disciples passing through. No elders discussing matters. No servants hurrying about their duties.The hall felt… empty.They stopped before a pair of massive doors carved with cloud patterns. Ancient formations pulsed faintly across their surface, still active despite their age. Aeris raised her hand and pressed it lightly against the center. The doors parted without a sound.Inside was the sect’s inner hall.The space was vast, its ceiling lost in shadow. Rows of stone seats stretched outward, most of them unoccupied. At the far end stood a raised platfor