Swordmaster’s Youngest Son: I am the Twin of Jin Runcandel

KHAN POV

I walked quietly through the halls of Storm's Castle, my boots gently tapping the stone floor. My gaze wandered from one corner to another, vigilant as always. Protecting the young masters was my mission, my reason for being. Even if the children of House Runcandel were not lacking in talent, this castle harbored rivalries sharper than any blade. One had to always stay on guard.

As I continued my rounds, a servant suddenly burst in front of me, her eyes wide and her breath short.

"My lord!" she shouted, panicked. "The young masters! They're fighting!"

"The Young masters?" I repeated, alarmed. "Where?" She pointed in a direction.

"In their room!"

Without wasting a second, I started running. A fight between the Runcandel children? It might have seemed trivial in any other noble family, but here… No, this was not a simple quarrel between children. The rivalries within this line were much deeper, more dangerous. A three-year age difference separated the twins Haytona and Daytona from their younger siblings Jin and Rin, and these three years of training should logically give them an overwhelming advantage.

In my mind, I couldn't help but fear the worst. Rin and Jin were promising, yes, but how could they stand up to their older brothers? The brute strength of the Tona was already well known in the family. I quickened my pace, dreading finding the two youngest subdued, humiliated, perhaps even injured.

But what I saw when I crossed the threshold of the door left me speechless.

The Tona twins were on the ground. Not just in trouble, no. They were lying on the ground, groaning in pain, their faces red with anger and humiliation. Standing before them, the two youngest masters, Jin and Rin, seemed unaffected, short of breath but determined.

My eyes widened at the unlikely scene. Jin, usually the calmer of the two, held Haytona by the collar, dominating him completely. Rin, meanwhile, had his gaze fixed on Daytona, his expression a mixture of fury and satisfaction.

I stood there frozen for a moment, trying to understand. How? How had these two children, so young, managed to reverse a situation that seemed so disadvantageous? It defied all logic. But what really caught my attention was Jin.

A dark, oppressive aura emanated from him. It wasn't simple physical energy, nor the raw vigor one might expect from a young warrior. No, it was something else, something darker, deeper. The air around him seemed to almost vibrate under the effect of this energy.

I frowned, troubled. Was it magic? The Runcandels weren't known for wielding magic, but rather swordsmanship. Was it some kind of spiritual energy? I wasn't sure, but one thing was clear: this force wasn't ordinary. It was cold, intimidating, almost alive.

I inched closer, observing every detail. Jin seemed to be in complete control of this energy, as if it were a part of him. It enveloped his body and movements with an eerie fluidity. As for Rin, although he didn't give off the same aura, his calm and precision in combat showed that he was just as formidable.

My heart was pounding. If Jin really possessed such power, then it could change everything.

I had to warn the patriarch. Only he could understand what this energy meant. If Jin was already starting to manipulate such powerful forces at his age, it could be both a blessing and a threat to the family.

END OF POV

Khan entered the room, his gaze immediately drawn to the chaotic scene unfolding before his eyes. Daytona and Haytona were slumped on the floor, visibly in intense pain. Their moans and jerky movements betrayed their discomfort, while reddish marks and bruises covered their skin.

He frowned, searching for an explanation.

"What's going on here?" he asked in a deep voice, his tone tinged with concern but also a certain authority.

Jin, who was standing calmly next to his brother, answered in a tone devoid of any emotion.

"Hey, Khan, are you here?" he said, without even turning his head completely. "There was a fight between the twins, unfortunately."

Khan, disconcerted, narrowed his eyes.

"Huh?" he muttered, unable to hide his astonishment.

Before he could ask any more questions, it was Rin's turn to speak. He stepped forward, arms crossed, fixing Khan with a gaze that was both serious and icy.

"Didn't you hear, or did you not understand?" he said calmly, but with an authority that seemed far beyond his years. "The two suddenly argued and they toppled over."

Rin's tone, combined with his impassive expression, made Khan shiver. He stared at the 6-year-old boy, trying to understand how such a young child could give off such an aura. It wasn't just his posture or his voice: it was that look. That deep, dark look that seemed to look straight into his soul.

"What's that look?" Khan thought, unsettled.

"Is he really a 6-year-old? How can he be so intimidating?"

He looked away briefly, bending down to pick up Daytona and Haytona. Both boys groaned slightly as he lifted them, but they were in no condition to protest. Once the twins were supported on his shoulders, Khan straightened up and slowly made his way to the door.

"Well, thank you for enlightening me on this subject, young masters," he said, trying to keep his composure despite the palpable tension. "I will take them to the infirmary right away."

But just as he was almost to the exit, Rin's voice rang out behind him again.

"No, Khan," Rin said, his voice sharp as a blade. "I don't think the infirmary is the right place for them."

Khan stopped short, pivoting slightly to look over his shoulder at the boy. Rin tapped his chin thoughtfully, his head tilted slightly, and added in a questioning tone, "What do you think, Jin?"

Jin, who had been watching the scene with his usual icy calm, gave a wry smile. He crossed his arms, thinking for a moment before answering.

"Indeed, you are right, brother," he replied in a low but perfectly clear voice. "The infirmary is not really suitable for them."

Khan, increasingly confused, raised an eyebrow.

"So… where should I take them?" he asked carefully, trying not to offend the two young masters.

Jin smiled wider, an enigmatic smile that made an electric tension grow in the air. He took a few steps forward, his hands behind his back, and stared straight into Khan's eyes.

"Follow me," he said simply, his voice filled with a strange authority. "There is another place that will be perfectly suitable for their situation."

The guard swallowed, his mind flooded with questions. "What do they mean by another place?" he thought, while realizing that he had no choice but to obey. He couldn't ignore the Runcandel sons' words, even though they were only 6 years old.

With Daytona and Haytona still on his shoulders, Khan followed Jin's lead, while casting a sideways glance at Rin. The latter followed his brother quietly, his expression as impenetrable as ever.

The wind howled around them, whipping up swirls of sand and snow that whipped their faces. Jin and Rin, wrapped in heavy coats to protect themselves from the storm, walked confidently toward a large tree that stood a few meters from the castle. The tree, immense and ancient, seemed to defiantly resist the violence of the elements. Its thick branches were like arms stretched toward the sky, frozen in a posture of strength and resilience.

Lightning intermittently illuminated the landscape, revealing the silhouettes of the young masters and Khan, who was still carrying Daytona and Haytona on his shoulders. The older twins were half-conscious, their faces marked by pain and humiliation, but also by a total incomprehension of what was happening.

When they reached the tree, Jin stopped. He untucked the collar of his coat to breathe better and knelt down. Without a word, he began digging a small grave with his bare hands. Each gesture was precise, almost solemn, as if he were fulfilling a sacred duty. Rin, meanwhile, turned to Khan, his piercing gaze cutting through the storm.

"Place the twins here," he ordered in a tone that accepted no argument, pointing to a spot near the roots of the tree.

Khan, who was already uncomfortable with the situation, hesitated. The howling winds seemed to give even more weight to his reluctance.

"Young Master Rin… Are you sure? Leaving them here, in this storm, could be dangerous…"

Rin crossed his arms, a faint, cold smile playing on his face.

"Do as I say, Khan," he replied.

Khan sighed deeply, shaken by a mixture of doubt and respect. He carefully placed the twins at the base of the tree, checking that they were at least protected from the wind by the imposing trunk. Daytona half-opened her eyes and mumbled something incomprehensible, but Khan looked away, feeling that he should not interfere further.

Once the twins were placed, Khan straightened up and addressed the two brothers in a slightly trembling voice.

"Young masters Jin and Rin, are you really going to leave them like this? The storm will only intensify, and something serious could happen to them."

Rin stared at Khan with icy calm. His black eyes seemed to shine with a menacing light under the light of the lightning.

"The Tona twins must realize the gravity of their actions," he stated simply, his voice carried by an implacable tone.

Jin, who had just finished burying the bird, stood up and wiped his hands on his coat. He turned to Khan and added in an equally sharp tone:

"And take the consequences."

The guard was petrified. It was not only the maturity of the two young boys' words that disconcerted him, but also their confidence, their almost inhuman determination. How could six-year-old children speak and act with such gravity?

Khan, although still hesitant, felt that he had no choice but to bow. The young Runcandel masters never did things without reason, and it was not his place to question their decisions. He bowed his head respectfully, clenching his fists.

"I accept, young masters," he finally said.

Rin and Jin exchanged a satisfied look. They turned on their heels and began to walk away, leaving the twins under the tree. The two young boys' coats fluttered in the wind like royal capes, and their silhouettes blended into the storm-torn landscape.

As Khan watched them go, with one last glance at Daytona and Haytona, he headed to the stables. Once there, he hastily prepared a horse, adjusting his cloak to protect himself from the wind and rain.

"I can't let this go by without telling the master," he muttered to himself.

With a kick of his heel, he set the horse off at a gallop, his thoughts swirling as violently as the storm that was hitting the castle.