Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation (無職転生 ～異世界行ったら本気だす～)

When I turned 15,

I got Rudeus as a birthday present.

It wasn't quite like we had imagined,

but we belong to each other now.

He's so small.

And yet,

I rely on him for everything.

That's not fair.

I don't deserve him.

Eris, no.

Is that... Ghislaine?

All right, enough!

Inside! Get a move on!

- -

Well, if it isn't Ghislaine. Still alive and kicking!

Good to see you again, Master.

I figured you would be dead in a ditch,

but you don't look half bad.

Now then, who's the little one?

This is my student, Eris.

I brought her because I want her to learn under you.

Really?

Her?

Don't give me that look, you small fry!

Hey, mind your tongue! Respect the master!

You're in the presence of the Sword God Gal Farion,

behave accordingly!

Whatever Ghislaine has been teaching you,

it certainly hasn't stuck! Apologize!

-Get 'em outta here! - Enough!

I like that look in your eyes.

Who's the unlucky fool you're out to kill?

The Dragon God. Dragon God Orsted!

The Dragon God?

She's after one of the Seven Great Powers?

Hardly anyone knows the Dragon God's real name.

- - Hmm?

Well, yeah? Compared to Orsted

I guess I am a small fry, aren't I, kid?

Good grief, didn't expect to hear that name.

Guess I'm not surprised

that someone else wants his blood, besides me.

Of course, anyone can talk a big game.

You think you have what it takes?

I know it.

Let's see it then.

-Gino, take her on. -

Me? Uh, sir!

He's the youngest we've got.

Still kinda wet behind the ears, but he knows his stuff.

Now face each oth-- Ah!

Huh?

See that? What did I tell you?

I expected more.

Okay. Nina! You're up.

Yes, sir!

This time, wait to face off first.

Nothing wrong with a surprise attack,

but let's see what you can do after the signal.

Hm.

You're dead.

Begin!

- -

All right, that's enough!

Stop!

Is everyone at your stupid school this soft?

How dare you!

Sorry about that! Looks like I underestimated you.

How about I take you on?

You needn't trouble yourself, Master.

Please allow me.

It's all right!

I don't plan to come at you at full strength.

That's a pretty beautiful sword you've got there.

Could that be the great Julian's work?

Don't ask me.

I got it from the Migurd.

That so?

I've got another Julian right here.

-You ready? -

- Outstanding! -Magnificently struck!

Eris!

Eris.

Hmm...

Ghislaine, patch her up inside.

As of today, she's a Sword Saint.

Starting tomorrow, she studies here.

Master!

The title of Sword Saint is reserved

for those in control of their aura

who have mastered the Blade of Light!

That boorish brat has no right to join our ranks.

Uh?

And yet she handily defeated

two of your peers without either.

Good enough for me.

Yes, but--

You learned a trick.

But tradition does not make you worthy of becoming a Sword God.

I get no special treatment, and I am special.

Do not assume "fairness" among Sword Saints

means anything to me.

Of course, Master, my apologies.

Is that all you've got?

Come on, now, you're in a fight.

You don't have time to think about anything else!

Empty your mind and swing your sword.

That's all you need to focus on,

and when you get tired, then you can sit and think.

And when you get tired of thinking,

pick that sword back up and keep swinging.

What? Ghislaine doesn't really know

how to write, does she?

She says so.

I don't know anyone who can read, though,

so it's not like we can check.

Yeah, she's probably lying.

Why would Dad bother to train her?

Give it up already!

You've got more talent for brawling than swordsmanship!

- -I know, right?

Don't just stand there, Gino, say something!

Um...

Eris, you don't have to train alone.

You can come join our group if you want a change of pace.

What? Don't be nice to her!

She's the only one who gets to train directly

under my father! Doesn't that drive you crazy?

Not really. She did wipe the floor with me.

That's 'cause the way she fights

is totally beneath the Sword God Style!

You'd be more than a match for her in a fair fight!

I don't know.

Something about this is tougher than I'd thought.

Ghislaine is faster.

Ruijerd is faster.

The Sword God is faster.

And Orsted is way, way faster!

Why am I so slow?

Hmm?

How did the Sword God perform that slash?

Hm?

Fingertips.

Shoulder.