Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

[Year 410 of the Kakuryū Calendar]

In one year, Rudius learned most of the basic magic, and his magical power increased to a level that he could not use up with just basic magic.

But that's it.

His level of reclusiveness is unparalleled; he never steps out of the door.

Senis has to work at the clinic, Paul has to patrol the village as a knight, and Lilia tries to avoid us as much as possible.

But we're no longer at the point where we can secretly practice magic; we can't waste the most precious time—the time that Lokishi has.

The Great Shadow King (age 5) and the Future Magic King (age 3) are having a secret meeting in Paul's study.

The Shadow King crossed his hands under his nose, trying to make his eyes shine like Commander Ikari's.

Failed.

"Now proclaim your existence to the world, Lord Rudyus!"

"Why wasn't it you who came?"

"The Lord of Shadows will meet his demise if exposed to sunlight."

"You're just afraid Paul will bully you, isn't it? It's all your fault for competing with him for his attention every day."

"Senes is the one who became my mother, and her love is exactly what I wanted."

Lilia, who was cleaning the corridor, was quite certain that she hadn't misheard the brothers' words, but that neither of the children was normal, so she immediately moved further away.

After Lilia left, Commander Trevor began to speak in a threatening manner: "Either go out and practice secretly with me, or you expose your talent and let Senis find you a teacher to practice openly."

"I give up, you idiot, stop pretending to be so profound."

Even so, Rudius opened the window and chanted the incantation: "May the great waters bless your requests, and may a cool, flowing stream appear here! Splash Flow!"

The enormous water sphere, far exceeding Rudy's expectations, flew rapidly along the track. Although the window was open, it was clearly too small. The water cannon continued to fly into the sky even after piercing through an entire wall.

Little Rudy was terrified, clearly not expecting the magic to be so powerful.

Actually, it's the result of my improvement on the water cannon technique. Instead of using more magic to propel it from behind, it forms a cylinder that encloses the water, allowing it to accelerate continuously for a distance and then be launched with a spin, much like a cannonball in a railgun.

Although the magic trick did not quite achieve the desired effect, it still exceeded the power of the original.

I left the room before Paul and Senis ran up.

After Paul and Senis rushed into the room, they came back in together. When their eyes met, Senis touched her chest and showed a relieved expression.

"You made that noise?!" Paul asked incredulously.

After a moment of awkward hesitation, Rudy resorted to his ultimate act of betrayal: "Trevor taught me to do this!"

"Damn it! You inherently evil Japanese NEET!"

With an innocent expression, I replied, "I didn't teach you to cast intermediate-level magic on your own home."

Rudy blushed with embarrassment: "You're the one who taught me everything!"

Watch as I, the king, take the initiative: "Now, let your older brother teach you how to leave the house!"

"I...I'm still young...I don't want to go out..." Rudy's face, which had turned red with anxiety, drooped again.

The two young kings were engaged in a heated verbal battle when they were finally interrupted by Senis, who looked very proud.

Senis happily lifted me and Rudius high in the air and spun us around. "Our Trevor is a genius! Rudius is a genius too! We definitely need to hire a professional magic teacher!"

"Plan is in place, everything is going according to plan!"

Paul remained stunned, looking like a complete idiot. Was he feeling sorry for his study?

Coming to his senses, Paul suddenly exclaimed, "We clearly agreed that Rudy would be the swordsman!"

Paul's reaction sparked another heated exchange between the silly couple.

Finally, Lilia, the only normal person in the family, came up with a reasonable solution: half and half, with magic in the morning and swordsmanship in the afternoon.

I don't plan to become a powerful swordsman. Rudy has absolutely no talent for swordsmanship, but it's still necessary to learn swordsmanship. After all, when it comes to a real fight, you can't expect your opponent to obediently come and fight you with magic.

Moreover, Paul is at least a third-rate upper-level fighter. He's far from being unparalleled, but he's far superior to ordinary weaklings. He's at least an elite monster mini-boss level, which is more than enough for beginners in swordsmanship.

In short, three-year-old Rudy was called away in the afternoon to start physical training. As for me, I was given a severe scolding by Paul under the pretext of sword training.

I don't know if it's because the study was damaged, or because I've spoiled his good boy.

Paul stood in the yard, holding a wooden sword. The expression on his face reminded me of the felines in the animal documentaries I watched as a child, who would catch their prey but not eat it immediately, instead playing with it for a while first.

"Trevor, come here, let Daddy see if your swordsmanship talent is as good as your magic talent."

This guy is definitely getting revenge.

Retaliating for the destruction of his study, retaliating for me "corrupting" his precious son, retaliating for me competing with him for his affections—three crimes combined, the sentencing standard is "beating him to death."

"If you want to beat me up, just say so. I don't mind if you spank me."

"How could that be? How could I hit my child for no reason?"

I picked up the small wooden sword designed for children. It felt very light and was completely different from a real sword.

"Let's make this clear first, I haven't been learning for very long, so it's not shameful to lose."

"It's not shameful at all." Paul nodded vigorously, his smile unwavering. "Come on, let Dad see your posture first."

Recalling the movements Paul had practiced before, he adopted the starting stance of the Sword God Style.

Paul's smile froze.

After his smile faded, he revealed a sharp, eagle-like gaze.

Without saying another word, Paul suddenly drew his sword, not fast, and struck my hand.

I don't intend to get beaten up and jump around. Even if it's just imitation, I still understand the general principle.

The force originates from the ground, involves turning, twisting the waist, and swinging the bent arm into a straight line. While the wrist plays a crucial role, the most critical aspect is the grip.

The original grip, which involved holding the knife with three and a half fingers and relaxing the thumb and index finger, has been changed to a grip known as the "inner grip."

Hook the knife handle with your index finger in front, press it down with your thumb behind, and spread the other three fingers straight out.

The sword was swung out, accelerating through the body's joints before reaching the final fingers.

The thumb continues to press forward, the knife rotates along the index finger, and then the three fingers that were originally straighten grip tightly, providing a final acceleration.

This technique utilizes all the joints of the body to accelerate the sword tip. Accelerated to its limit, the sword tip surpasses the speed of sound, and the sword's cry is usually only heard after the kill. This is the [Silent Katana] of the Sword God School.

I executed the move with style, eagerly anticipating the sound of my sword clashing with Paul's.

However, nothing came...

Huh? Where's my sword?

When did it fly away?

......

silence.

Paul and I remained silent for a long time.

He squatted down and looked at me with a very, very complicated expression.

Don't look at me so closely...

Paul took a deep breath, seemingly trying to calm himself down.

Then he stood up, picked up the wooden sword that I had flung away, and handed it back to me.

"Again."

His smile vanished.

Instead, there was a seriousness that made me feel truly dangerous.

The period that followed was the most painful memory I had ever had since I transmigrated.

none of them.

Paul stopped probing and began a textbook-level "educational crushing."

Every time he struck, it was perfectly timed—just enough to catch me off guard, just enough to send me flying, just enough to leave me dazed and confused, but never enough to actually injure me.

Another sword struck my calf, and I immediately knelt down.

Another stab, this time to the buttocks. The humiliation was palpable.

But I don't intend to end this easily. I know that learning from battle is the fastest way to grow.

Another hour later, I lay on the ground, my body feeling like it had been run over by a dump truck. I was covered in bruises, but it wasn't the kind of excruciating pain I felt; rather, every muscle in my body was screaming.

Paul never let anyone off the hook.

He used the most standard, most basic moves to knock me to the ground again and again. Each time, he managed to get me back up, and each time, he made me feel like I was "just a little bit away from stopping him."

The training was over. The Great Shadow King was beaten to a pulp by the elite monsters in the starting village, and Rudy next to him was terrified.

Paul walked over and looked down at me.

His expression... how to put it, it was like the satisfaction of venting anger, the approval of his son, the helplessness of seeing his disappointing son, and a little bit—just a little bit—something I couldn't understand.

"I'm more of a feeling person than a verbal educator, but the genius already knows that, right?"

"Now you know the difference?" My lungs were pumping like bellows.

Paul gave me a mild headshot, "so you know what to do next."

"Yes, I understand now. Physical fitness and muscle memory are essential; without these foundations, mere technique is useless. This is the difference between 'knowing' and 'doing,' the difference in practice."

Another light but not too heavy blow to the head. "You geniuses are infuriating!"

Paul turned around and looked at Rudy with anticipation in his eyes.

The strongest elite monster in the beginner village begins the battle against the Demon King.

Senis peeked out, saw my miserable state, and slowly walked over and squatted down in front of me.

"How did he get beaten up like this? Paul, really, he's so rough with kids!"

She picked me up and gently stroked the bruises on my body with healing magic. Warm light seeped into my skin, and my aching muscles gradually relaxed.

"There's nothing we can do, Paul's an idiot."

Are you angry?

"How could I be angry? I can feel Paul's seriousness and expectation. This is the best way Paul teaches us."

On the other side, Paul was striking a strange pose while instructing Rudy, "No, it's not like that! It should be like this, swish! In a flash!"

"Is that how it is, just like that, 'whoosh'?"

"No, no, it should be like this: SH~ua!!"

I leaned against Senis, inhaling the faint herbal scent emanating from her, as we watched the father and son perform their comedy.

Senis also burst out laughing.

Paul, a man of pure intuition, and Rudius, who has absolutely no talent for swordsmanship, are truly a pair of star-crossed lovers...