Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 90: To take something, you must first give something?

The father and son stood by the wall.

A breeze came from afar, causing the hems of their clothes to flutter.

The dark clouds were thick and heavy, as if they had shortened the distance between the sky and the earth.

Philip looked at the paint flakes blowing off the wall, and the smile on his lips vanished.

Allen looked up at the clouds in the sky, squinting and smiling happily, as if waiting for a rain to fall.

No one spoke.

The first thunder of spring has sounded.

"Clatter".

A raindrop the size of a bean fell onto the wall, its sound exceptionally clear.

Finally, someone spoke up.

"Allen, you've been even more outstanding and intelligent than I imagined all these years."

It was Philip's increasingly gentle voice that suddenly rang out amidst the dense, continuous pattering sounds all around.

The spring rain came suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, the rain curtain seemed like an unbreakable veil, enveloping the two of them, and the dense rain lines instantly connected the sky and the earth.

His second half of the sentence followed.

"You've been wronged, and I'm the one who's sorry."

Allen glanced at Philip, who was looking down at the wall. The sudden rain fell, and raindrops hit their shoulders and backs, gilding their figures with the edges of mist.

Allen used the profound meaning of the Water God's Flowing Technique, and a shallow layer of battle aura enveloped his body, isolating the rainwater. The rainwater started to "fall" parallel to the folds of his clothes from an inch away.

Unaffected by wind and rain.

The clothes hadn't even had a chance to get wet yet.

"What have you done to wrong me? I know the rules of Boreas very well, of course. As for feeling wronged? I don't feel wronged at all."

"The capital is great, and the Water God School is perfect for me. I can stay here for ten days or half a month without going home."

"I am free."

Philip remained silent for a moment in the rain, then said nothing more.

Allen couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. There wasn't a hint of bitterness in his words. Before he fully integrated into the Grellat family, he had always maintained the mindset of a "gamer."

James can't stand being outstanding either, so can't he just go somewhere else?

There were many people in the dojo, most of whom spoke nicely, while a small number spoke unpleasantly. He spent several years carefully teaching them etiquette, which also helped them to speak more pleasantly.

There was also a beautiful girl with long, straight black hair who had lost her parents at a young age and had a similar upbringing to herself, cheering her on from the sidelines.

This is so relaxing, isn't it?

It's different now.

But that makes me feel even less wronged.

Because he has already gained 'family'.

They are not family members by blood in this body, but family members whom the soul 'Allen' from the previous life genuinely identifies with.

"Family" in this jobless reincarnation world.

Who isn't a family-oriented hero?

I'm going to be a chivalrous hero!

Allen chuckled and spoke.

"You're so serious. Relax, don't hold back. All you want is to seize power in the capital and vie for the position of the next head of the family. Did you come to Buena Village to find me and Rudy to pave the way for the future?"

"But are you sure he and I can be used as paving stones on your path? I'm just a lowly Water Saint, and he's just a Saint-level magician. You don't really think we're that powerful just because we killed a whole bunch of monsters, do you?"

Philip listened as Allen spoke first, his words getting straight to the heart of the matter without any beating around the bush. Although Shi Zi's way of speaking was unpleasant, it was something he was used to.

Philip wasn't a pleasant-talking person either.

As he thought of this, the corners of his mouth curved up again.

"Allen, I know how outstanding your swordsmanship is. Don't underestimate yourself. You can definitely be a great help with your martial arts skills alone."

"That's what I thought before I came."

Allen turned to look at him.

The sound pierced Philip's eardrums through the rain.

"Before you came?"

Rain soaked Philip's hair, and his brown curls clung to his face, but he didn't seem to care.

"Yes, before I came. But now I think I admire your ability, or rather your potential, more than your strength. You're only eleven years old. And as far as I know, you've spent most of your life at the Suijin-ryu Dojo, without receiving much training from James. You've made a name for yourself at the Suijin-ryu main dojo purely through your exceptional swordsmanship talent, which is why you're famous among the swordsmen in the capital."

Philip's voice trembled slightly.

I don't know if it's the cold rain.

My heart is still warm.

His speech became faster and faster.

"Even so, even so, your 'abilities' are already so mature, your talent far exceeds your imagination. Come back to Roya with me, and I will teach you everything I know. Given time, you and I will definitely be able to reclaim the position of head of the Boreas family. The future is bright."

"I refuse."

Allen interrupted Philip, inwardly mocking him.

"My jobless reincarnation quest is divided into stages. Your capital city political intrigue route at most overlaps with the Asura throne struggle arc during my youth. Why would I waste my time stuck in this quagmire? I'll just delay seeing Lokishi if my score isn't perfect."

"Isn't that nonsense?"

Philip smiled without even looking up, as if he had already expected such an answer. He glanced at Allen, who seemed impervious to the storms of battle.

"Don't rush, let me finish."

"As a swordsman, I can see your thirst for power, and your current swordsmanship proves that you've never stopped striving for improvement. Water Saint, huh? I've only just heard of you."

Allen pursed his lips, remaining noncommittal.

Seeing this, Philip continued.

"Come to Roah. I can offer you a better teacher, a teacher many times better than Paul, a teacher who is absolutely right for you."

"You may have heard of her name, Sword King Kyrie Irgen, the only King-level Sword God style master. You've probably been studying the Water God style for many years, but what you really need is a Sword God style teacher, right?"

"As for what I just said, I just feel it's a bit of a pity."

Philip turned to look directly at Allen, his voice trembling in the rain.

"Your unwavering swordsmanship, as a vessel for power, is certainly important."

"But I want to tell you that power is far more wonderful than strength."

"because."

Philip stretched out his palm, and raindrops pattered against it, streaming down his hand.

"When you have power, strength will naturally follow along with it."

"You're pursuing the wrong path. You shouldn't just be a swordsman; your stage should be in the royal capital."

Allen squinted at the rain, smiling enigmatically.

Philip glanced at him sideways for a moment, a flash of disappointment crossing his eyes.

"Don't rush to refuse. What I want to say is that, regardless of whether you agree to my request or not, I'm willing to let Kyrie Ishtar teach you swordsmanship. This is my sincerity, for a period of four years. In four years, you will be fifteen."

In the capital of Asura, it was customary to celebrate birthdays only at the ages of five and ten. The fifteenth birthday was celebrated, signifying that after fifteen, children were considered ready to leave the protection of their parents and stand on their own.

Philip's words mingled with the rain.

"The sea is wide enough for fish to leap freely."

"Even if you wanted to leave me back then, it wouldn't have mattered."

Allen grinned at this, raising his eyebrows, before glancing at Philip with interest.

"To take, one must first give?"

The admiration in Philip's eyes was so real that it seemed to linger on Allen's face.

"So, are you going to accept this 'gift' or not?"

Allen turned his head to look at Philip and smiled.

He turned and left.

"catch."

A figure moved through the rain.

The voices resumed after the wind and rain subsided.