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

Sir, can you hear me? We're here to help.

Unidentified mid-thirties, male,

involved in a collision with a commercial cargo vehicle.

Currently nonresponsive, and in critical condition.

The driver of the truck was uninjured.

Oh yeah, I was hit by a truck.

Two high school students thought by witnesses

to have also been injured in the incident are currently missing.

A search is underway.

Requesting immediate backup. Over.

Wonder if those kids made it out okay.

Be careful. He's heavy.

Heh. You're not lying. I've been a hermit for 20 years.

All I had to do for a meal is pound on the wall.

Hm?

Sir, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?

Chill out, bud. You don't have to yell.

[LILIA speaking foreign language]

Huh, who's that?

Blood pressure dropping!

Prep a transfusion. Stay with us.

Can you tell me your name, sir?

Can you hear me?

Ugh. I'm dying, aren't I? Oh well.

It's not like I had some awesome plans in mind.

I wish I'd at least gotten to lose my virginity.

This is weak.

[LILIA speaking foreign language]

Ugh, my eyes. Am I still alive?

What are you so excited about?

Whoa, eriously? How can you just pick me up?

I'm a grown ass man!

Don't look at me like that! Stay away from me!

The hell was that about?

Hey-oh! Well, well,

the hottie looks happy to see me!

Her tits are huge.

What language is that? And where am I?

This isn't a hospital.

Now what the hell is he doing?

I'm seriously injured over here.

But she's gorgeous. European?

Either way, if she's just gonna leave herself open like that.

Wait.

I get it. I've been reincarnated.

Who'd have guessed something that ridiculous

could happen in real life?

Paul and Zenith.

If I had to guess, I'd say they're in their mid-twenties.

I'm 34, so they're practically kids to me.

Gotta admit, I'm jealous they're making babies at that age.

Still, getting to suck on a hottie's fun bags

for free rules.

It didn't turn me on, though.

Maybe 'cause she's my mom?

Rudy? Hey. Where are you?

Rudeus?

Yeah, she's looking for me.

My name is Rudeus now.

After six months, I've got a good grasp on the language here.

They say babies are like sponges,

but I like to think I'm a fast learner.

That's our maid, Lilia.

I'm a big fan of her... talents.

There you are!

You have to stop wandering off like that, sweetheart.

These don't go on your head, okay?

Lilia, what's wrong?

I hope that you'll forgive me if this is out of line,

Lady Zenith, but... the way he acts...

I fear Master Rudeus may be afflicted by some kind of...

Uh, never mind.

Please, pay it no mind.

All right, but you don't need to be concerned.

He's just a baby.

He can't possibly know better at his age.

Of course not.

That's one hell of a view.

It looks like a painting.

Yeah, this has to be somewhere in Europe.

It's nice.

But I've never wanted to live in the boonies.

No electricity or gas? What year is it?

Being reborn is great and all, but I still miss my computer.

Whoa. What?

What is he doing?

Oh crap.

Oh, Rudy!

--Rudy! --Young Master!

You're not hurt, are you?

Easy there, sugar britches.

Careful with my head, I just whacked it on the floor.

...still won't cry?

That's my strong boy. But just in case,

I'll cast a spell to help the pain.

I don't want my baby to hurt.

Let this divine power be rich and nourishing.

Come on, are you kidding me?

Either this is this country's version of kissing a boo-boo,

or both of my parents are role playing nerds,

and the Fighter married the Cleric.

Healing.

There, you should be right as rain now, little one!

I bet you'd never guess,

but your mommy used to be an adventurer!

What happened? I heard a thud.

Oh, darling!

Rudy fell off the windowsill and hit his head and--

Hey, calm down, accidents like that are

how kids learn to be tough.

Besides, if he really...

This isn't Europe, is it?

But what if next time he gets so badly hurt

that I can't heal him?

You worry too much.

Well, this can only mean one thing.

This isn't Earth, it's another world entirely.

A world of swords and sorcery.

Now that I'm two and I can walk,

I wonder if Mom will teach me magic.

Magic.

Now there's a word that would even excite a normie.

I want to try it out as soon as possible.

Though, there probably aren't many spells

a toddler can pull off.

Books?

There are only five books in the house.

So either they're expensive in this world,

or Paul and Zenith aren't big readers.

Hard to wrap my brain around,

since I used to have almost a thousand. Heh.

They were all light novels, but still.

Hmm. That's no good.

I guess I'll have to learn to read all over again.

A little over a year has passed.

We only have two storybooks,

but Paul's been reading them aloud to me.

Now I can more or less read on my own.

They've seen me looking over our reference books,

but I don't think anyone thinks I can understand them at my age.

Unsurprisingly, The Magic Manual is my favorite.

Some of the concepts are similar to stories

I remember from my old life.

For instance, there are two ways to perform magic:

incantations and magic circles.

It sounds like incantations are

the more common method these days.

There's a lot of interesting background,

but there's one thing that worries me.

Apparently, the amount of mana someone has

is basically fixed at birth.

And though power can be inherited,

I don't trust my genes to do much heavy lifting.

Well, I won't know what I can do until I give it a shot.

Uh. Okay, "Let the vast and blessed protection of water

converge where thou seekest."

"I call forth a refreshing,

burbling stream thereof here and now: Water Ball."

Shouldn't it go flying or something?

One more try.

This is like practicing combos in a fighting game.

Concentrate, picture it over and over again,

really feel it, then unleash it.

Ha!

Huh?

But I didn't even do the incantation. What gives?

Seriously? I'm out of MP already?

Oh, you poor thing.

When you get tired, you need to go to the toilet

before you fall asleep.

This sucks.

I'm too old to look like I wet myself!

Damn it. Stop crying!

That was good.

Through my experiments I made a few discoveries.

That stupid textbook doesn't know what it's talking about.

Magic power grows the more you use it,

and spells work even without reciting incantations.

Most importantly, I guess I shouldn't believe

everything I read.

But if it's this easy,

what's the point of incantations in the first place?

Maybe they trigger magical effects automatically?

I haven't tried other spells yet,

but I wonder if you can just say the words,

and not focus so strongly on how a spell feels.

If that's the case, I see why they're so common.

First of all, they're easy to teach.

If any schmuck can do magic with the right phrase,

you don't have to waste time with convoluted explanations

of energy coursing through your veins and what nots.

The second advantage is convenience.

Attack magic, obvi, is used in combat.

It's easier rattling off a chant than closing your eyes

and concentrating on a spell in the heat of the moment.

All right. It's way past your bedtime, kid.

Oh! Paul! You're a beast!

A beast for your love! Me lady!