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

I got Rudeus for my fifteenth birthday present.

It wasn't quite like we promised, but we belong to each other now.

So small...

But I'm always relying on him, never giving back.

I'm not worthy of Rudeus.

Eris...

What's that?

Who's there?

Isn't that...

Is that...

Ghislaine?

Stop practice!

Everyone to the Hall of the Now.

III

Mushoku Tensei

Jobless Reincarnation

Hey there, Ghislaine. Still alive and kicking?

It's good to see you again, Master.

I figured you'd be dead in a ditch by now, but you don't look half bad.

Now, who's that next to you?

This is my student, Eris.

I brought her because I want you to train her, Master.

Her?

I haven't got time for small fry like you!

How dare you speak to the master like that!

On your knees!

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

What has Ghislaine been teaching you?!

What did she come back with you for?!

Yeah! She needs proper discipline!

Take care of your students yourself!

Leave here at once!

Quiet.

I like the look in your eyes.

Who're you out to kill?

The Dragon God.

Dragon God Orsted!

The Dragon God?

You mean the Dragon God?

Ridiculous.

One of the Seven Great Powers?

What does she mean, "Orsted"?

As if anyone would dare challenge him.

Just about no one alive knows the Dragon God's name.

I see!

You're right. Compared to Orsted, I am small fry!

Well, well, well. So, you're out for his blood!

I can't believe I'm not the only one after him!

But you know, anyone can talk big.

Can you pull it off?

I will!

Fine. I'll see what you can do.

Why give the likes of her a chance?!

What?!

Gino, take her on.

Y-Yessir!

He's the youngest we've got.

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

Move to the center of—

What'd I tell you? Still wet behind the ears.

You're right about that.

Okay. Nina, you're next.

Yes, sir!

This time, wait until you face off first.

Nothing wrong with a surprise attack,

but show me what you can do after the signal, too.

I'll kill you.

Begin!

E-Enough!

Stop!

Is everyone here this soft?!

Y-You dare?!

Enough of your nonsense!

Are you trying to insult us?!

Know your place!

You call that swordsmanship?!

My bad. Guess I misjudged you a little.

I'll take you on.

You needn't trouble yourself, Master.

Allow me.

Don't panic. I'll go easy on you.

Hey, that's a nice sword you've got there.

That's gotta be the great Julian's work.

Don't ask me.

I got it from the Migurd.

Oh, okay.

I've got another Julian right here.

Here I come.

Magnificent!

Magnificently struck!

Magnificent!

Eris!

Eris...

Ghislaine, patch Eris up.

As of today, she's a Sword Saint.

Starting tomorrow, I'll teach her the blade.

Master!

Sword Saint is a title reserved for those who have mastered the Blade of Light!

That boorish brat has no right—

She took down two brats who have mastered the Blade of Light.

That's good enough.

B-But—

You don't get to be Sword God because you learned some special trick.

I don't get special treatment, and I am special,

so why should I make a big deal about you measly Sword Saints?

My humble apologies.

Is that all you've got?

Come on, you're in a fight. You think you have time to think about anything else?

Just empty your mind and swing your sword.

Empty your mind, swing your sword,

and when you get tired, sit, rest, and think.

When you get tired of thinking, get back up and swing your sword.

Does Ghislaine really know how to write?

She says so, but we've got no way to check, since no one here can read.

I bet she's lying.

Why would Dad train her?

Hey, you! You've got more talent for brawling than swordsmanship!