Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 32 February flies by, the sword must be faster than the mind!

Around noon, Hilfi arrived.

She stood on the outer edge of the wall, leaning to the side and carefully examining the wild grass at her feet. If it weren't for the occasional glances she made into the courtyard, Allen would have thought she was just passing by.

Paul, who had claimed he was going to practice extra all day, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing this, then covered his forehead and shooed the two children out to play.

Today, after being bombarded with a million "why" questions by his child, he clearly fell into a state of brain overload.

Allen walked towards Hilfi, smiling and preparing to wave, but suddenly froze.

"It's okay if kids see me naked, haha, it's fine. Even though people in this world mature earlier."

"It's okay, it's okay. I... I don't mind what happened yesterday."

What do you have to care about!

Allen rubbed his forehead, looking quite troubled, and said weakly.

"Then let's pretend nothing happened, Rudy? Hmm? Rudy??"

Allen noticed that Rudy hadn't come over, so he turned around. Rudy was awkwardly greeting Sylvie from a meter away. It wasn't just the awkwardness of being honest with each other, but also his awkwardness in interacting with women his own age.

Allen blinked.

Although Rudy is sleazy, he's essentially a NEET. A giant in words, a dwarf in deeds; he talks a big game, but when it comes to actually doing things, he can develop psychological problems and even become impotent because of Alice running away.

He couldn't help but chuckle, turned around and put his arm around Rudy, then turned and walked out of the yard, casually grabbing Silphie's shoulder as well.

"Let's go! Let's teach Sylphie magic!"

"Don't hug me, Allen!"

"Oh? Are you shy?"

"Oh no, I need to go back and get my magic textbook!"

"Oops!"

"Hey"

"What are you laughing at, Silphie?! I'm getting you your textbooks!"

"Rudy, I...I wasn't laughing."

"Even when you're lying, you should control your expression! Allen, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at your future weakness and inability, relying entirely on Sylphie's support."

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Two months passed in laughter and joy, learning swordsmanship and magic.

Time flies, and it's already the end of May.

Just like in the original story, Hilfi displayed extraordinary magical talent, mastering most of the magic tricks in the magic textbook in just two months. At this time, she is learning the art of chanting without incantation from Rudy.

During this time, Rudy secretly studied so-called tactics behind Eren's back. At first, he would discuss some possibilities of dealing with Eren with Sylphie, but after accidentally discovering that Sylphie had secretly informed Eren, he never showed any research results to him again.

June 1st.

After Rudy finished breakfast, he exchanged a glance with Allen, and then, amidst cheers and encouragement, rallied his arms and headed out the door.

Allen, on the other hand, leisurely helped tidy up the table.

Senis looked at Allen with a smile.

"I was a little surprised to hear you guys were going to have a competition. Allen, please go easy on me!"

Allen smiled. He had a good impression of Senis, probably because she was the type whose personality was closest to his real-life personality before he transmigrated, which made him feel very close to her. At the same time, she was indeed very nice to Allen.

There's a strange sense of warmth... Is this home?

Although Allen doesn't quite understand the definition of home, after all, he grew up in an orphanage.

"Rudy is much stronger than you think. You should worry about me instead of him."

Senis looked at Allen, her lips curling upwards into a strange smile just like Rudy's.

Allen shuddered.

Then Senis spoke.

"After all, our child is a genius, and very well-behaved too~"

Allen nodded vigorously.

"If stealing a teacher's underwear counts as being a good kid."

Senis then smiled gently and reached out to touch Allen's smooth hair that he had deliberately styled to lie flat against his forehead and near his eyes.

"Allen is a genius too~"

Allen blinked, staring blankly at Senis, unsure of what to say.

Then Senis suddenly turned grim and moved closer to Allen's face.

"So you guys won't be making a fuss about going to the clinic again today, right?"

Allen coughed awkwardly.

"That's definitely not the case. I know what I'm doing."

Senis gave a questioning look with narrowed eyes, remaining noncommittal.

"My last poisoning incident was an accident."

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore. Go on, and be careful."

"it is good."

-

Allen stepped out of the house, where Paul was already standing in the yard. He smiled at Allen, only to find the other standing silently in front of him, his hand on the scabbard.

Paul tilted his head and asked in confusion.

"Is this... going to continue with the morning fencing practice?"

"want."

"Oh? Aren't you going to have a match with Rudy?"

"He's still preparing for one last drill of the tactics. I told him I wouldn't stand by and watch, and that Silphie would come and call me when he's ready."

Paul looked down at the sword in his hand and smiled.

"I see."

Before he finished speaking, Paul's sword was already drawn, his figure leaving afterimages as the sword tip pointed straight at Allen's neck!

Allen's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand on the knife gripped the hilt tightly.

"Twenty cuts!"

Sparks flew as Allen instantly deflected Paul's blade with his knife, then kicked Paul in the face.

"Bang!"

The fabric of his pants vibrated in the air as Paul reached out and steadily blocked his calf, squinting at Allen's surprised expression.

"No, you're still subconsciously using a different style. I don't know what technique you used for the slash, but it doesn't seem like the Water God Style. The follow-up whip kick, which I don't know about the Northern God Style, is a common counter-technique in the Northern God Style."

Allen, his face grim, pulled his legs back to his feet and leaped backward to create distance.

Paul twisted his neck, raised the blade above his head, and struck a highly aggressive uppercut.

"If you keep using the style you're good at, your Sword God style will never improve. I've said that countless times in the last two months, haven't I?"

"Sorry, it's hard to change a habit that's been there for years."

When faced with Paul's high-speed thrusts, he subconsciously used his usual fighting methods to deflect them, which is now the result of being contained. Before that, he had completely used the Water God Style.

Why?

At the same level of swordsmanship, the Water God Style has a clear advantage over the Sword God Style. This is due to his subconscious tendency to seek advantage and avoid harm in his previous life.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

"Before learning Light Return, the main way for the Sword God style to fight against other styles is to be faster than the opponent; whoever lands a hit first wins. This requires launching a preemptive attack."

While his mind was still processing the situation, Paul's sword suddenly struck, slashing at Allen's knife. As the blades rubbed together, Paul's words struck Allen's heart like a pendulum.

"The sword should be faster than thought, so why are you still thinking?!"

The blades vibrated and deflected, and the subsequent slash had already pierced the air beside Allen's ear!

(End of this chapter)