Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

The tavern at the foot of the mountain in the land of the Sword Saint

"well......"

Wang sighed and pushed open the tavern door before going inside.

A musty smell mixed with the sour odor of cheap ale wafted over.

That's disgusting...

But the letter said that the target was waiting for Garlaoden right there...

They're really shameless. How dare they write a letter to the Sword God in person from a street corner?

After scanning the area, a guy who matched the description appeared.

He wore a dark cloak, had a blond buzz cut, and was younger than Paul but not as handsome.

He sat there holding a sword in both hands, really acting like he's someone important...

Well, if someone can wield the Light Blade, they're at least someone to be counted as...

I walked over, pulled out the chair opposite me, and sat down.

"Hey! You... what's your name again...?"

"Get lost, you brat! I didn't..."

Wang interrupted him, took the letter Old Deng had given him from his pocket, and threw it on the table.

His gaze returned to me, sweeping over me from head to toe.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to just now. It's just that I'm not good at remembering names, and I forgot your name, so I just wanted to confirm it."

Wang leaned back in his chair, but his hand remained on the hilt of his sword.

"But judging from your expression, you must be the one who sent the letter, right? Garolden sent me to take your life."

"...I'm a Sword Saint, for goodness' sake. That old bastard only sent a brat? Look at him...!"

Before he could finish speaking, the king drew his sword and struck!

He stopped smiling the moment EK was drawn.

The sword sliced ​​across the tabletop, cutting the wine glass in two. Before the wine could spill, the sword tip was already pointing at his Adam's apple.

He leaned back to avoid it, the chair tipped over, he rolled to the ground, bounced up, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

I cut off his trash talk. I've already wasted too much time; I don't have time to waste on this kind of roadside scum.

The silent katana strike was swift, but it was merely a warning. After all, if I were to kill him by sneak attack, what use would I be for swordsmanship...?

"You brat!!! What's your name?"

"You talk too much nonsense."

As soon as we made a commotion, everyone who was going to run away from the tavern ran away.

The waiter crawled under the counter, and the proprietress disappeared through the back door, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Well, they seemed quite experienced. And that makes sense; this is the land of sword saints, things like this probably happen often...

The second round has begun.

Wang immediately closed the distance and began to clash with his sword!

According to intelligence, he possesses the Light Blade.

But not everyone can wield a sword of light as casually as Old Deng.

Most people need to prepare by adjusting their breathing, calming their center of gravity, and choosing a stance they are comfortable with.

As long as he isn't given that opportunity, his sword won't be able to go fast.

So we need to dominate him!

My physique is inferior to his; I am shorter, have shorter arms, and am much weaker.

But I am confident that my skills surpass his.

As long as I stick close, giving him no time to breathe and preventing him from creating distance to prepare for that strike, he will have no choice but to fight me.

The first sword strike was aimed at his left shoulder, which he blocked.

The second sword slashed upwards, but he stepped back half a step and blocked it again.

The third sword, the fourth sword, the fifth sword—each sword is faster and more ruthless than the last.

His blocking became increasingly difficult, and he kept retreating, knocking the table and chairs over.

But... it can't hurt him.

Because my sword also needs to be prepared.

The Silent Katana requires space to exert force and an angle of body twisting.

My physical condition is still holding me back!

Oh shit!!!

If you get too close, you can't swing your katana properly and can only use small, subtle movements to attack.

While minor attacks wouldn't harm him, he was also looking for an opportunity. His eyes were fixed on the tip of my sword, waiting for the moment I slowed down.

We can't let this drag on into a protracted war!

Endurance is also my weakness; I must defeat him before he starts to falter!

Gritting his teeth, he pushed the speed to the limit.

But the sword left a few shallow cuts on his body, his clothes were torn, and blood seeped out, but it was just a superficial wound.

Tsk!

He took a step back, and I took a step forward.

Take another step back, then take another step back.

But they still couldn't kill him!

The human body has its limits, just like a boxer has a limited number of punches he can throw at full power in a short period of time.

The number of times a person can swing a sword quickly in a short period of time is also limited.

But my height is ultimately limited...

The only way to suppress him is to make more moves at a faster speed and consume more energy.

I know about this, but I don't want to admit it.

The sword felt heavier, my wrist started to ache, and my breathing became erratic.

"...A brat is a brat!"

He seized the moment when I was taking a breath and slashed at me with his sword. The force was so great that my entire arm went numb.

I was forced to take a step back, and he struck again with his sword, forcing me to take another step back.

The situation has been reversed...

Since the Sword God Style techniques are unusable, I can only switch to the Water God Style stance—blocking, deflecting force, and retreating.

However, they had no strength left to fight back.

"You're good at chopping, aren't you? Chop some more! Why did you stop chopping?!"

"cut!"

His sword moved faster and faster, practically slamming into me, making my hands go numb.

Wang made a mistake...

My left arm was cut, not deep, but blood flowed down and dripped onto the ground from my fingers.

Suddenly, when I took another step back, I accidentally stepped on something, and my center of gravity shifted slightly.

He smiled.

With another sword strike, he knocked me back and created distance. He then adopted an iaido stance.

Before I could even adjust myself, his sword lit up, his battle aura condensed into a line, and the katana of light swung over.

but......

Well...

Too slow...

Compared to Old Deng's Blade of Light, his strike was like a child swinging a tree branch.

Old Deng's knife was invisible; by the time his eyes caught the initial movement, the knife was already at his neck.

I saw his sword clearly!

I turned to the side, the blade of my sword brushing against the spine, and moved to the side.

Force deflection—the Water God Flow has broken through!

His sword grazed past my ear, shaving off a few strands of hair.

The impact was still there; I was pulled to the side and staggered two steps, but I didn't fall.

"...You! What exactly are you?!"

"What do you mean, 'you'?"

"Kid...who exactly are you?"

"The dead don't need to know."

His face contorted.

"Damn it...damn it! They're all like this! That old bastard looked down on me! Now even this brat looks down on me! You—what right do you have?!"

He roared as if his defenses had been broken, raising his sword above his head and unleashing a torrent of fighting spirit.

Is this the upper level stance?

cut......

Third-rate goods...

Looking at his sword, I suddenly felt very bored.

What am I doing?

Use the techniques of the Sword God style to duel with the useless members of the Sword God style.

He's looking for an opportunity to use the Blade of Light, while I'm looking for an opportunity to use the Blade of Silent Silence.

He can't cut through it, and neither can I.

Two swordsmen wielding katanas are slashing at each other here. What kind of scene is that?

Down.

That's too low.

Sure enough, after playing with the katana too much, I automatically connected to the katana-themed local area network.

For no apparent reason, I've become like those shrimp-headed katana warriors whose minds are filled with nothing but Iaijutsu and katana-like techniques...

Okay...

That being said, I do not intend to use magic.

Ultimately, I'm here to learn swordsmanship!

I straightened up again, waiting for his sword to fall.

Not long after, a new sword, the Light Blade, came slashing straight down.

With one hand, he parried the attack with the stance of the Water God Style. As the other hand drew out the broken EA and swung the Silent Katana, his face contorted with rage!

This time, the sword slashed a large gash in his front.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"Dual-wielding?"

This guy has already lost; with injuries and bleeding like this, he won't be able to fight again for long.

But he still refused to give up; judging from his expression, he was truly determined to fight to the death.

"Die and kill me before you die!"

That's right!

That's more like it!

That's it!

Only with such determination can the act be worthwhile!

We fought each other with all our might once again!

EA in the left hand, EK in the right.

Two hands, two swords, freely switching between two styles.

His sword came slashing down, one sword blocked it, and the other counterattacked!

After exchanging blows for a few rounds, he sustained several more slashes.

The fight didn't last long; his rhythm was completely disrupted.

You can't defend with your left hand, and you can't defend with your right hand either.

One moment he was being deflected, the next he was being stabbed; his wounds multiplied, and his strength dwindled.

He knelt on the ground. The sword was stuck in front of him, his hands gripping the hilt, gasping for breath. Blood seeped from his thighs, arms, and waist, staining the wooden planks on the ground a dark red.

"...Kid...what's your name...?"

Have you been seeing your name too often, buddy?

Why do you always ask this?

"I am your father."

"you......"

"Shut up! Why do you talk so much nonsense? You're nothing but a nameless dog on the street. You were never qualified to compete with the Sword God from the start. It won't be long before I forget about you too. No, I never even tried to remember your name."

Enough with the nonsense, this time I'll behead him with one strike!

"Not even as good as Paul..."

The wound on my left arm was healed by healing magic and it no longer hurts.

She wiped away the bloodstains, put her cloak back on, and then walked back the way she came.

Well, Wang was somewhat pleased.

[Land of the Sword Saints - Before the Sword God]

"What do you mean you've broken through in the Water God Style? This is the Sword God Style's dojo! You bastard, you're just here to cause trouble!!!"

"It's all because you're an idiot, Harden!"

In short...

Wang got a severe beating from Lao Deng...

The king will no longer feel joy!