Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

[Late Autumn, Year 412 of the Kakuryū Calendar]

Perhaps because we've been eating too well and exercising too hard for the past six months, Rudy and I have grown taller by leaps and bounds.

Of course, I, the king, am the one who's leaping even faster.

At almost eight years old, I am already about 137 centimeters tall.

My five-year-old brother is about 120 centimeters tall.

In terms of swordsmanship, my skills in the Sword God Style and Water God Style have reached the advanced level, but I still have no clue about fighting spirit. My short stature and physical condition also hold me back, so my swordsmanship is probably only at the intermediate level.

As for Kitakami-ryu, he only had a general understanding of it, knowing what moves it had and what they were roughly like.

It is impossible for me to practice the Northern Divine Flow.

Why?

Am I to use the same swordsmanship as a street thug? I can't bear the shame!

Besides, is there any need to learn the Northern God Style? Isn't it just a lack of martial ethics? When I fight, throwing a few spells is also part of the Northern God Style, isn't it?

By this standard, I, the King, could very well bestow upon myself the title of Northern Sage.

But in the end, the Northern God Style is still too shameful.

I would not accept this title even if it were offered to me.

The only one in the Northern Divine School who left a somewhat good impression on me was that random middle-aged man who once defeated me instantly.

What was that uncle's name again?

I forgot...

Oh well, just a passerby.

Once I've mastered my divine skills, he'll be nothing more than a roadside nobody. The fact that he managed to smear mud on my face when I was down on my luck is something he can brag about for the rest of his life.

From now on, let him brag all he wants, I won't bother with such trivial matters.

As for that brat Rudius...

His swordsmanship talent can only be described as tragic.

Once, I wanted to teach him the power generation techniques of the Silent Katana of the Sword God School.

I broke down the movements into individual steps and taught him them one by one, practically feeding him bites. I spent the whole afternoon teaching him, and now this kid can't even walk anymore...

He wielded his sword with great force, but unfortunately, it was like the wind blowing from a deflated balloon.

The blade tendons are never swung correctly, and the order of force exertion from the joints always prioritizes the head over the buttocks.

His goal is to achieve oneness with the sword, but he separates himself from the sword.

It's as if the sword has developed its own spirit beforehand; it has its own thoughts.

Leaving aside the Sword God Style, he was completely clueless about the Water God Style. The core of the Water God Style lies in prediction, defense, and counterattack. Even after being taught all the basic moves, all he could do was block with his sword horizontally.

Why?

Saying he's clueless isn't an exaggeration; he gets so scared at crucial moments that he closes his eyes!

What's even more infuriating is that this guy mastered the Northern Divine Style without any instruction.

When they fight, they keep using dirty tricks, mud, shotguns, and they always try to throw some ash into my eyes.

This king is very angry, but I don't want to take this brat's argument seriously. I'll just treat it as a practice match with the despicable Northern God Swordsman.

There's not much that can be done. It's said that this brat will never be able to develop battle qi in his lifetime, and his swordsmanship talent will only be so-so.

They train for almost as much time as me every day, but they just can't learn it. What can I do?

Later, I realized that instead of demanding that he become a swordsman, it would be better to give him more experience in fighting swordsmen using magic.

The problem is, if this kid goes all out with magic, I, the king, can't beat him at all with just my sword. After all, I'm just a kid who can't even use his fighting spirit.

He had absolutely no chance against the elite monster Paul. Paul's movements were too fast. The Sword God style was not only fast in terms of sword speed, but also in terms of body speed. Moreover, it was accompanied by various footwork techniques. Sometimes, even without moving his upper body, he could close the distance between his body and the opponent.

Serious Rudy was completely outmatched by serious Paul.

...As for me, without magic, I'd just be getting beaten up like Rudy.

And even after Paul won, he still turned around and mocked him!

"Yo yo yo~ Isn't this the Shadow King? Why is he so weak? Damn it, this is Father's power! This is the difference in power! Hahahaha!!!"

"Old Deng, have some decency, or you'll suffer the consequences."

"What did you call me?!"

"Father...Father..."

"So you're even calling me 'father' to beg for mercy? What a dutiful son! Well then, I'll let you go today!!! Hahahaha!"

Paul slung the sword over his shoulder and walked away laughing.

Damn it!

Once I've mastered my divine skills, I'll subject you, Paul, to a sword-wielding military drill seven times a day!!!

With such a strong desire, I fell asleep that night.

Wang had a dream.

But the dream wasn't the one where I, the king, gave Paul a severe military baptism.

It was more of a nightmare.

unlucky!

When I woke up, I couldn't remember anything about the dream.

Now it's not at the point where I can just turn over in a daze and go back to sleep.

Just in time, I'm hungry, so let's consider it time for a midnight snack tonight.

After getting dressed, I went to the kitchen and saw a mouse eating a midnight snack.

"Brother? Are you hungry too? Shall I make you something?"

Rudy muttered to himself as he fawned over the king.

What bad luck!

"......well."

Wang sighed.

"Fine, fine, I'll just eat two apples."

"I've eaten all the apples..."

What a damn bad luck!

"Then fry me an egg, bacon, and sausage, and then add bread toasted with bacon oil and minced garlic, and drizzle some honey on top."

"Holy crap, are the demands really that high today?"

"Um?"

"Not high! Not high! Brother, please sit down, I'll get right to it for you."

The loyal slave Rudius skillfully became the king's cook.

Wang then sat down in front of the kitchen island and watched the cooks demonstrate their culinary skills.

Little Rudy put in a lot of effort, even chopping onions to add flavor and cabbage to cut through the richness.

"well......"

"What's wrong, bro? Why are you sighing like that?"

"I had a nightmare."

What did you dream about?

"I forgot..."

"...Just forget about it. Have a good meal, get some sleep, and it'll all be over."

"That's what I'm planning to do too."

While they were chatting, Chef Rudius fried two servings of bacon, sausage, and eggs.

The egg whites were fried until crispy, while the yolks remained runny. After being placed on a plate, they were seasoned with black pepper and salt.

Then I put the garlic slices into the pan where there was still some bacon oil left, then put two slices of bread on top to wipe the oil out of the pan, then added some water to the pan and immediately put the lid on.

The water in the pot turned into steam. After simmering for a while, the bottom of the bread was fried until crispy, while the top was steamed until soft. Then, some honey was drizzled on top.

It's perfect.

Wang Xiyue!

But it wasn't like this at first. Once, this brat broke bread into bread crumbs, cracked a raw egg into it, sprinkled some sesame seeds and salt on it, and said that the food was ready and that it could be eaten after mixing it.

I'm so angry I wish I could reincarnate that little devil.

[Currently Available Information: Nightmare]

The protagonist's nightmares are just ordinary nightmares to this world; nothing will actually happen.