Luciferjl

Aragon, a village-born boy with exceptional swordsmanship skills, discovers his lineage as a descendant of a legendary swordsman. He embarks on a quest to conquer challenges, unravel old secrets, and face dark forces. Along the way, he forges alliances, inspires hope, and confronts personal trials. As he navigates political intrigue and battles for the throne, Aragon's journey becomes a path of self-discovery and the true meaning of power. 

(The characters in this story and everything is wholly fictional.18+ and also it may contain some adult and mature content. And it is a completely fictional and imaginary world in which the events of the story take place.) 
NO NTR OR YURI

Monarch of Slaughter

His father was the son of the previous chief. The previous chief had acknowledged her strength and everyone in the village had also known her power, so no one messed with them. That is why Aragon had peaceful until now.

The house was a little bit higher and a few meters away from the village. So Aragon didn't know much about the adults. He only went to fighting grounds and came back.

Freja told him about how his father died. And when she didn't mention anything about his family. So he didn't know about the man who was sitting opposite him.

"You little brat! Aren't you going to greet your uncle?" He said after staring at him for a while.

He glanced at him a second and bowed to him. He resumed eating.

'Tsk' He snorted and said, "Anyway, It seems your granny has been giving you nice food. Seeing that you have grown into such a young man."

After Aragon was born, they never visited much. Post his father's death, no one has come to see him. Only his uncle had come and he was not there when Rhaet visited.

Having continuously practiced the slaughter skill for four years, his mind has become poised and tranquil. He has become a calm kid and he only talked to his grandma. His mind and body should be in complete control and especially his emotions should be stable, it was required for the technique, to learn it.

Other than that, he was either sleeping or swinging a sword on the ground.

"Well, I have to take care of my one and only precious grandson." Freja smiled happily placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Rhaet said stuffing himself with the soup.

"He is about to become 15, right? Why don't you send him to the grounds."

Though magic existed, they didn't really rely on magic spells. They only believed in physical power i.e. the only thing they were good at was raw strength. And the weapons also varied according to their taste.

They were no specific training methods for the young boys of the tribe. They just have them grow through fighting. It was their way of efficient training.

Freja pondered for a while rubbing her chin thinking of sending Aragon might be helpful for him.

Aragon was training for the past ten years without an ounce of experience.

He was now almost about a height of 160 cm with a well-developed body. He used to watch fights when he was younger. He often visited mornings and stayed to watch. To him, the fights excited him.

After talking for a while, Rhaet left their home. He has come here to talk with Freja.

"Little Aragon, Do you want to go." She asked him after Rhaet left. She knew how much Aragon used to watch them but after his training started he has not gone there since then.

The tribe also changed so much from the time of his birth. The population has grown from 500 to 1000 plus now.

The farmlands increased proportionally.

"Okay Grandma, I will go now then."

"Yes, I am getting bored these days. I want to go out." He complained.

"My dear, Are you bored spending time with your grandma all the time." She smiled facing him.

Aragon smiled back at her and said, "How can I get bored with you, grandma? I just feel that I am constantly practicing here and I miss the little me roaming the village."

"Haha" She laughed while hugging from the side.

Uncle