Re:Zero - Jobless Reincarnation: Succubus Sword God? I don't recognize it!

Chapter 470: Different Paths of Desire, Alan's Own Divine Sword of Light
"It's okay, Aisha can do it."

Izuluti tilted her head to look at Allen, pursed her lips, and her eyes curved.

"Brother seems to be a little different."

Alan reached out and clasped the short knife for cutting vegetables. There were no square kitchen knives in the six-sided world. This kind of kitchen knife was more like a dagger.

"This incident made me realize that sometimes I am not omnipotent. No, I am often unable to do everything. I have to trust you."

He paused and glanced sideways at Isaruti.

"To be precise, it's not that I have to trust you, but that I need you."

Isaruti was stunned and her face turned red. She turned her head, picked up the slaughtered chicken on the table, and started playing with it unconsciously.

".This. This is also."

"If I knew you were coming in advance, I would have trusted you, asked you, begged you to help me solve the dilemma on the other side of Obel. And I would have focused on fighting Beishen III. If I had done so earlier, there wouldn't have been so many accidents this time, nor so many thrilling scenes.

Although this was a carefully planned scheme by humans and gods, it shouldn't be that embarrassing. "

Isa Lu retreated with her ears turning red, but her expression did not show as she was only focused on the task at hand.

She looked at Alan's face from the corner of her eye.

The latter was staring at her.

After a while, Allen said quietly: "Don't stick the chicken head into your stomach."

Izuruti turned her head sharply and looked at Alan, horrified: "Ah? What? No. No?"

The two looked at each other speechlessly.

Izuluti looked at Allen's expression, her face froze, and she slowly lowered her head and looked at the chicken in her hand.

——Indeed, unconsciously, Izuruti had already folded the chicken head into a twist and stuffed it into the opened belly.

She quickly pulled out the chicken head, wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and quickly changed the subject.

"Senior Brother, aren't you curious about what those adventurers want from you?"

There is a reason why words like Cock and Chicken, which are synonyms in completely different languages, in Allen's 'homeland', all point to unpleasant extended meanings.

But Alan really didn't know that chicken had some unique meaning in the slang of the killers in the Conflict Zone.

He looked at Isaruti's face, turned around, took the chicken from her hand and threw it on the chopping board.

"Are you trying to say that there might be some blind adventurers who would provoke Aisha and the others along the way?
It doesn't matter. There aren't that many accidents in Qidi Town. Those adventurers are not capable of threatening Aisha. The only one who might appear is Beishen III, who is a fool. He won't pay attention to Aisha, a stranger, and will only come straight to me. "

Izuruti blinked.

"That's not what I meant. But it seems that Senior Brother is full of confidence in facing Beishen III once again."

Alan nodded, "In addition to the Sword God Style, I am also a Water God Style and Northern God Style swordsman. He can no longer suddenly jump in my face and cause an unexpected surprise attack on me like last time.

From the perspective of the Qiba faction, this means that he has lost the first-mover advantage of information asymmetry.

I have fought him for hours now, and I know him all too well, having seen all his moves. Do you know what that means in the Qiba?"

Izuluti stared at Alan's indifferent expression as if she was eating a very delicious dish.

"What does that mean?"

pedal!
Alan cut off the chicken's head with a knife and threw it into the trash can nearby.

"It means that he can no longer pose a threat to me, either now or in the future."

Dengdangdang, Alan slowly cut the chicken into even pieces.

Izuruti lowered her eyes and looked at his hand.

——Alan's hands were slow in cutting the meat, even clumsy, and he didn't seem to have the slightest proficiency in cold weapons as a swordsman.

However, Alan's hands were steady, and when the blade touched the chopping board, there was no tremor in his wrist or blade.

Alan didn't even look up: "What are you looking at?"

Izoluti looked at Allen's hand: "In addition to what Senior Brother just said, Senior Brother's swordsmanship has also changed, and it's a little strange."

"Your ability to perceive the Water God Flow has improved a step further. It seems that the road has not been as safe as you said in the past two years." Alan placed the chopped chicken pieces in a bowl beside him and began to prepare other ingredients.

"There are always some surprises. This has made me grow a lot in the past two years. There have indeed been some changes. But Brother Allen has changed much faster than me. In just over ten days, I have seen you change from a sharp person to what you are now."

Izuruti thought for a moment and continued.

“It’s strange that it’s not sharp but makes people feel more at ease.

If Senior Brother had been like this ten days ago, I might not have dared to acknowledge him."

Allen shook his head: "It seems that Isa Luti is still a little unfamiliar with my appearance."

"The sword intent is not unfamiliar to me. I would recognize it even if my brother turned into dust."

"Now the sword intent is also unfamiliar."

"It's ok."

Alan glanced sideways at Isaruti, who tilted her head to look at Alan.

Smiling eyes are like the moon outside.

A straight ball.

"Brother, you have the strength that makes people admire you again and again. At the same time, you also have the magic that makes people favor you again and again."

Alan paused the blade in his hand and laughed in silence.

"I understand what Luo Qixi often said to me."

"what?"

"You're so slick-talking, you look serious on the outside, but you don't look serious at all. Who did you learn this from?"

"I'm telling the truth."

"Then how did you come to this conclusion? When and where?"

Isaruti laughed.

The oil lamps and candles next to them seemed dim.

"Right now. Right now. Beside you. Right in front of you."

-

Melna stood beside Aisha.

Before my eyes, Aixia was humming a song while standing on tiptoe, shaking her little head from side to side, looking happy.

The spices had already been bought and were in the basket in Melna's arms, but Aisha was in high spirits and had no intention of going back, and was selecting other ingredients.

They are all brightly colored vegetables and fruits.

"Okay, that's all! Merna, pay!"

Melna took out a fingernail-sized piece of magic stone from the pocket of her clothes. The shopkeeper looked at it and waved his hands.

"You are Mr. Allen's companions, right? Haha, someone came over in the evening and paid some money in advance, so you don't have to pay."

Aixia said "oh" and asked innocently with sparkling eyes.

"Uncle, is that the adventurer wearing a turban?"

"Haha, yes, Lord Bell from the S-class adventurer team. I didn't expect Lord Allen to be so young for an SS-class adventurer. He looks only a little older than Lord Beishen III."

Aisha curled her lips.

"Isn't Beishen III an old man?"

The shop owner was delighted to hear this.

"Yes, in comparison, although Lord Allen seems more stable, Beishen III is of course older. Haha, heroes emerge from youth."

Aixia laughed and nodded continuously.

"Yes Yes Yes."

Ding-ling, the shop door rang, and the two walked out of the room under the smiling gaze of the shop owner.

There was constant noise in the pub not far away.

It was windy outside. There was a crescent moon hanging in the sky, with circles of wind surrounding it.

The hazy glow fell from the sky like a veil, sprinkling on Aisha's black and white long skirt, causing the hem of the skirt to sway.

It's not because of the wind.

Melna looked at Aisha jumping beside her and whispered, "The master seems to be in a good mood."

Aisha stopped and glanced at Melna.

The latter's face froze, thinking he had said something wrong.

The next moment, Aixia took two steps forward, shakily.

Freeze, turn your head, slightly lift the hem of your skirt with both hands, look at Melna, your green eyes still sparkling brightly in the night.

"Merna, do you think this skirt is suitable? I chose several, but Brother Allen picked this one specifically."

Melna looked at Aisha.

In the past, the 'master' had waist-length hair and looked gentle but depressed, which formed a sharp contrast with the girl with short, lively hair and a quirky demeanor now.

She couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

But it was only for a moment before he came back to his senses. He just imitated Alan's tone, narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"The dress suits you very well, Master."

Aisha lifted her skirt and gave a noble salute.

"Thank you~"

A gust of wind blew away her words.

The wind died down, and the wind circles in the sky became more hazy.

Snap, snap, snap, snap.

Summer night rain falls from the sky.

Melna quickly protected the fruits and vegetables in the basket under her arms, ran towards Aisha, opened her coat, and tried to pull her under her clothes to avoid the rain.

Their fingertips brushed past each other, and Melna missed.

Aixia was seen swaying in the wind, immersed in the rain under the moon halo.

Lift your legs and stand on tiptoe.

Bend your feet and take a step.

The hem of her skirt rose and fell in the rain.

Turning twice, moving forward a few meters, moving gracefully.

There was a snap.

The body slightly floated in the air and gently landed on the ground, with the hem of her skirt fluttering in the wind.

Like a black and white butterfly fluttering in the rain.

He raised his wrist and looked toward the sky.

As Melna raised her eyes, her gaze was fixed on her.

Yueshuang and Yuxian danced with Aisha beside her smiling face.

The laughter is light.

She touched the moon through the rain.

-

Alan's movement towards the ingredients at hand paused for a long time before he continued to cut the ingredients.

“Who did you learn this from?”

"self-taught."

"I've learned a lot. It's amazing."

Izuruti had a slightly smug expression on her face, and the long ponytail tied behind her was swaying slightly.

Then, seeing that the flirt was successful, he immediately changed the subject and asked about what Alan had seen along the way.

——About the question of why the "sword intent" in him became unfamiliar.

“But what about Senior Brother’s sword intent? I always felt that Senior Brother’s sword intent was like a newly sharpened knife, very sharp, and when it falls into the killing intent perception of Gan Liu, it will hurt the eyes of the person who cuts.

But in the past ten days or so, I have watched with my own eyes as my brother's 'blade' gradually 'sheathed'. Until yesterday, the feeling that the edge was too exposed in the past has completely disappeared.

In the past, I always felt that the title of "Rock" given to Senior Brother Allen was totally inconsistent with you, but now, I really feel that Senior Brother is worthy of the title given by grandma, "Rock",

She looked at Alan and watched him swing the knife.

"Brother, you are like a rock standing in the turbulent upper reaches of Altis, steady, smooth, and without showing any edge. If it weren't for Brother Allen holding the knife still steady, I would have thought..."

Having said this, Isaruti stopped talking.

Alan did not answer, but piled the cut ingredients into the bowl and pressed the blade with his fingers.

"Do you think my swordsmanship has deteriorated?"

Isa Luti was stunned for a moment, then she was overjoyed.

"Wait, Rock? Could it be that Brother has made further progress in his Water God Flow?"

Alan nodded and shook his head.

"The Water God Style has indeed improved a lot, but what you saw has nothing to do with the Water God Style."

"Could that be the Northern Divine School?"

"The Northern Divine School has also made some progress, but unfortunately, it is still not the same."

Isaruti's tone was obviously surprised: "Could it be the Sword God Style?"

Alan nodded: "Light Sword, I have taken a step further. Because I saw the 'echo' of 'desire', and in the past ten days, I have gradually digested this 'echo'."

Isaruti looked confused: "But if it is the Sword God Style, shouldn't the Light Sword be more sharp? Why is it hidden in the sheath? This..."

Alan was silent for a while. He raised his eyes and looked at the ceiling upstairs, as if he was considering or thinking.

After a moment, he spoke:

"Everyone has his own compass, and the root of all changes is always in the heart. But I laugh at the mistakes of the predecessors, who searched outside the branches and leaves."

Isa Luti was stunned: ".The source of the compass is in the heart?.Reverse the order? The texture of the branches and leaves?"

She felt a little confused when she heard Alan's translation. It seemed that she understood a little, but she was still more confused.

Alan flicked the blade.

“You should know how the desire school of the Kenshin-ryu was ignited and how it promoted the progress of the Light Tachi.

I used to think that I was indeed on the path of the Desire School of Gal. But a few days ago, I suddenly realized that, unlike other Sword God Schools, the moment I chose Desire, I had already embarked on a new fork in the road. "

He spread his hands and held the air in front of him under Izuruti's gaze.

"What is the essence of Gal's desire genre? It is to show, to demonstrate, to express, to prove, to ignite the fire in one's heart and tell the world, I can do it, I can do it.

Whether it is Gal's desire to become stronger, his desire to gain money, or his desire to win fame and fortune, they are all "external seeking".

Gal's school of desire has been proving a result to the world, a result related to their desire. When the result is proven, under the attention of the crowd, under the cheers of the crowd, and under their desire to express their existence to outsiders, the fire of their desire will burn fiercely, pushing the light sword to a higher level. "

Alan turned and looked at Isaruti.

"But I am not like that. My desires are not so ardent, not so aggressive, and I am not eager to prove anything to the world, nor am I eager to show off my existence.

It is repressed and introverted, it is reserved and silent, it does not reveal itself to others, but it always maintains an urgent desire. "

Izuruti looked into Alan's eyes.

His eyes were as dark as night.

But in the darkness, there was clearly an invisible flame burning.

Then she heard Alan's thoughts.

“I never had to prove anything to anyone.

My expression, my confession, my persistence, my desire, I want to shout, I want to roar out to the object of my urgency.

There is only one person to whom I want to convey my desires.

That's me.

I think, I do, I let myself listen to the 'desire' shouting out the 'echo'.

My sword intent became clearer.

"Always accept your fate and seek your own happiness. I have crushed the target of my independence."

Alan threw the knife, but the blade did not spin out a brilliant knife flower, but just steadily drew a perfect parabola in the air and fell accurately into the notch of the knife holder.

Bang!

When thrown to the ground, there is an echo.

He said:
“So, I became stronger.”

The blade on the knife holder stopped shaking, and Alan looked at Izuruti's face.

"This is the fundamental reason why you see my sword intention is restrained. My desire is different from Gal and others' desire to 'seek external' desire to show their self-worth.

This point was also demonstrated in the Light Sword after my Sword God Style advanced further. You should have seen Gilenu swing the sword, right?"

Isa Luti nodded, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"How's the performance?"

"It's sharp, dazzling, and incredibly powerful. Even the wind from the sword can make people deaf."

Alan showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.

“It’s funny, but judging from the power of my Sword of Light, it’s probably only on par with Gilenu’s King-level Sword of Light.

When the sword was swung, there was not much power displayed. It was probably as light as the wind, passing by without leaving any trace.

From an expressive perspective, this is bad news.”

Isa Lu blinked back, "The good news is..."

Alan laughed.

“It’s going to be very fast.”

(End of this chapter)