At the entrance to the courtyard at this moment, one would find the figure of an elderly man. He appeared to be about sixty years of age, but the aura he exuded was one of a Martial General, so his true age could be much older than he appeared. This elder had long, white hair flowing down his back, as well as white facial hair of medium length growing on his face, His face was elegant and refined, with slight wrinkles which highlighted his older age. He currently wore a set of deep-blue training robes, the type many would use while doing their daily cultivation due to their light weight and loose fitting style around the arms and legs. Stitched onto this robe was a picture of a giant black serpent swimming through the ocean, the symbol of the Northshore Sect, and one only an Elder of the sect could wear at that. Although this man looked to be in his later years, one would sense a strong and overflowing life-force coming from the man. It was evident that the only way to describe this man was with the word ‘strong’, and all practitioners here today were currently thinking this, as all of them could feel the pulses of an aura emanating from him.
Heavens, it’s really an Elder of Northshore Sect. An elder of that powerhouse is actually here. How grand this is! They are the top sect within the entire Country! This thought went through the minds of all present. Not many knew that Sir Gerrard was an honorary disciple of this sect when he was younger. In fact the sect wished for him to become a true disciple, but Gerrard was much more of an adventurer type at heart.
Everyone watched on in silence as this grand Elder level character made his way to stand in front of Sir Gerrard. My god, does Sir Gerrard actually know such a grand character. Simply unbelievable. Many had similar thoughts to this one, and all were glad they had come today. To think they were able to curry favour with someone who seemed related to the Northshore Sect. This was just too incredible for the citizens of Dustin to believe unless they had seen it with their own eyes just now.
“Little Gerrard, it has been too long now, our young adventurer actually has a little lad of his own I hear. I'm sorry to come uninvited, but I was nearby anyway when I heard the news, so I popped over to see the brat. Oh what a lovely missy you have there, not a bad cultivation she has either. Good, good. Maybe your little one will also become Martial General in the future.” Elder Quentin spoke while looking over to Sir Gerard's side, where his wife Karlen was sat.
“Thank you, Elder.” Shocked at hearing this elder give out praises to her, Karlen could only meekly reply, her face going red.
“Haha, no need for thanks. Compliments are only little things, and I did stop by uninvited after all. Come, come, and show me the lad. I want to take a little look.”
“Old man, aah, to think you would be here. One wonders how you got news so fast, and managed to travel the distance from the capitol in such a small amount of time. You must have flown on a demonic beast to get here so fast.” Although he called this Elder old man, Sir Gerrard was actually delighted to see Elder Quentin here. Elder Quentin had once saved Sir Gerrard’s life, back when he was around 16 years old. At the time Gerrard was a peak 2nd tier practitioner, and was ambushed by a 3rd tier ferocious beast, the Bloodmaw Wolf. This species of wolf was one which was constantly starving due to their rapid energy usage when they moved. They were unbelievably fast, but also stood over a metre tall at their shoulder height, and were 1.5 metres in length, weighing 150 kilograms or more, a lot of which was leg muscle. They would aim to kill their prey as fast as possible to conserve energy, and as such, would usually aim for the throat. The fur around their mouths was constantly soaked with the blood of their prey to the point of being stained, and because of this they were given the name Bloodmaw wolves.
Elder Quentin was traveling on the back of a flying demonic beast at the time, and had spotted the bloody battle happening beneath him. He had decided to hide his presence and look on, mainly due to Gerrard’s high cultivation for his age. He watched until it became apparent Gerrard was almost overcome before taking the life of the Bloodmaw Wolf with one move. He then showed himself to the young Gerrard, and took him back to the sect, Where Gerrard stayed for a few months.
“You little snotty brat, who are you calling old man. Although you didn’t officially become a disciple, I am still your elder. Aah forget it. This old fogey did indeed hear the news a couple of days ago and flew on over. I have intentions of training this little lad of yours in the future you know, since you yourself rejected this old self even after he saved your little life.” Elder Quentin laughed. He had desperately wanted to train Sir Gerrard at one point. Hoping to pass his knowledge and techniques on to who he fully believed to be a future Martial General. Who would have expected that this brat would actually be terrible at settling down and cultivating and studying for long periods? He was restless, and did much better while out in the wilds training by risking his life. As such he could only call Gerrard an honorary disciple. In truth however, Gerrard was always equal to the top talents studying within the sect at any given time, and was not looked down on because of this. Hearing the news that he had had a baby boy, Elder Quentin immediately rushed over in hopes of stating his intention of taking the little lad in as a disciple in the future.
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“Oh, you couldn't hold onto me, so now you want my boy is it? Old man, you definitely know the customs of my Shuba clan, yes? If, in the future the lad shows promise, I can indeed send him along with you for a while. But as such, you must name him, and be his protector in times of need. This is our Shuba clans’ way. No getting out of it just because you are a smelly old man. After all, you are in fact a Martial General, you have many decades of life remaining.”
Elder Quentin laughed at this. What a snotty little brat, look at how he speaks to me now that he is a man, it seems he has learned a thing or two since we last met. He smirked, it seemed that little brat Gerrard had learned a great deal in regards to politics lately, disregarding his way of speaking of course, as he had put him into a position hard to refuse. Quentin truly believed that any of Gerrard’s children would indeed be amazing in the future, and because so was of course taking on this role. “Hoo, boy it seems you have learned a thing or two in recent years. Fine, fine, if the lad shows promise in the future, send word to me, and of course the same if he is ever in need of this old ones help. He must not be older than 15 before you do so however. Although it’s true I have a few decades left, I am still an old fogey after all. Now then, I’m famished, and that tremor boar smells amazing. I shall eat my fill before seeing the little lad. Then I shall leave.”
The conversation between the two was heard by all guests that had come today. Many were entirely shocked. It had turned out that Sir Gerrard was an honorary disciple of a grand sect. He even seemed to be very close to this elder. Many gasps rang out at the mention of a ‘Demonic Beast’ mount as well. Demonic beasts were much stronger than their ferocious beast cousins. Demonic beasts were able to reach the equivalent of Martial Generals in strength. Having one for a mount was simply outrageous. Further gasps rang out when Sir Gerrard had called this Elder a Martial General. This was simply amazing. Never in their lives did the people of Dustin believe that they would ever lay eyes upon a renowned ‘Martial General’ cultivator. Everyone went quiet after this, afraid to appear as fools in front of the Elder. After the Elder mentioned wanting to accept Sir Gerrard’s son into the sect in order to personally teach him in the future, all the guests praised their fortune in being here today. This was massive news that one could even speak proudly of to their children in the coming years. This Naming Ceremony would go down as a grand event in the history of Dustin.
At this point in time Sir Gerrard rose from his seat, noticing the quiet atmosphere. All guests had finished arriving, so it was time for his son to be given a name. “Thank you to everyone who has come here today to my sons Naming Ceremony! I hope your meals are delicious, although it pales on comparison to the gifts you have all bought along for this man today, at least I hope you leave with a full belly and a satisfied grin upon your faces. Now, my wife’s maid Sara and her will go get the little lad. Unfortunately this old man by my side here has stolen the rights to name the boy from you all. Nonetheless I shall remember each and every one of you here for the face you have given me in coming here today. In the future may we all continue to grow stronger and more united as a city together! Later this week, I will personally stop by and talk to each of you more in depth.”
The guests’ cheered hearing Sir Gerrard’s’ words. Although many had wished to become the name giver, and protector of the lad in order to build friendship with the Shuba clan, none wished to contend with a Martial General Elder. So many were happy to hear the Young Lords words just now. After all Sir Gerrard was not one who took his words lightly.
Following this, Madam Karlen had returned to the Manor, and reappeared with the boy, Sara alongside her. Seeing the cute little face of the lad, many began aww-ing and sighing. He was truly a cute little one with chunky, pinchable cheeks. Small groups came up at one at a time to greet the baby and introduce themselves. Although it was impossible for the lad to remember, it was custom in Dustin, so none found it an odd thing to do.
The last groups to do so were the craftsman brothers, Sir Faron, Lady Yara, and finally Elder Quentin.
After the boy was handed to Elder Quentin, he audibly gasped in shock. This little boy had a huge soul strength, much stronger than normal. This was only obvious to himself, who had walked the paths of cultivation long enough to become a Martial General. He didn’t reveal this news however, as he didn’t want the lad getting even further special treatment growing up. He wanted this boy to follow in his father’s steps, and cultivate on his own until it was time for him to meet up with the boy at 15 years of age. He wished to see if by this stage the boy would be stronger than his father was when he had first saved him.
Finally, Elder Quentin spoke out. “Haha, everyone I am very sorry for stealing the spotlight here today. However I very much wish to name this lad and teach him a thing or two in the future. Let him be known as Keiran Yuron Shuba. Keiran, grow up strong. This old fogey believes you will walk very far along the path of cultivation in the future!” The crowd cheered at these words, not doubting them in the slightest. After all, who here had more foresight than a grand Martial General level Elder.
Shortly after his speech, Elder Quentin left. Other guests stayed until the afternoon, chatting among another, and occasionally to those that were seated among Sir Gerrard and his wife’s’ table. Eventually, all the guests began leaving. This was a day to be remembered for decades to come. Many a man would grow old and boast to their grandchildren of personally laying eyes on a Martial General during Young Master Keiran's naming ceremony.