Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

however……

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"Since the unexpected death of Izuru, the personal disciple of the Water God, the Water God School has not produced a true genius for a long time."

Outside the temple grounds, in the courtyard where autumn leaves are falling.

Two figures were sitting at a low table, pouring drinks for each other.

"After Isalti passed away, the Water Goddess never took on any more personal disciples, and the Water God School never produced another genius as amazing as Isalti."

A middle-aged man, cursing and swearing, downed the entire contents of the bottle.

"When asked what to do, she just said it wasn't the right time yet. It's ridiculous. Doesn't she understand how old she is?"

"Sooner or later, when she's too old to wield a sword, let's see who can keep this place in check!"

He kept complaining, which made Warif, who was sitting in front of him, smile wryly.

"The Water Goddess has her own plans, so let's not worry about them."

"Not worried? Humph..."

"You've had a bit too much to drink."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth as if to speak, but in the end he shook his head and said nothing more.

Just then, his gaze inadvertently fell upon a golden figure in the dojo.

She was a slender young woman.

Her golden hair was tied up high at the back of her head, forming a kendo-style ponytail, and even the loose training clothes couldn't hide her excellent and graceful figure.

Her delicate and pretty features, though slightly childish, often made people forget her age when she wielded her sword with such seriousness.

"A mere 13-year-old Water God Stream Master, with such talent... perhaps he's already qualified to be compared to Izuru, right?" the middle-aged man said drunkenly.

"She has never let me down."

Wolf finished his drink, stood up, gripped the sword at his waist, and walked towards the blonde girl.

……

The sun gradually sets in the west.

The twilight light shone through the eaves of the temple and into...

Beads of sweat slid down Liz's cheeks, finally dripping from her chin into her slightly open chest.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and her slightly swollen chest rose and fell.

A slight blush appeared on her fair face, like a white apple with a hint of pink, making her look rather tempting.

"Liz, watch your breathing."

Warif's voice came from behind.

Liz paused briefly, then quickly adjusted her breathing and continued swinging her sword.

The Water God School has five profound mysteries that are widely known.

These five profound techniques are not ranked in any particular order, but they differ in the difficulty of mastering them and their application in actual combat.

If we were to rank them by difficulty, they would be:

Peel, separate, break, break, flow.

Liz was practicing the most difficult technique to master: the art of "peeling".

"The key to the essence of stripping lies in taking away the opponent's ability to act, covering the opponent with the omnipresent sword intent, so that no matter what the opponent does, they can counterattack."

Wolf explained, "When practicing this sword technique, you must use an imaginary enemy as your opponent, which is why it is also known as one of the most difficult secrets."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wolf suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Liz from a distance.

For an instant.

Liz, who was originally focused on practicing her sword, suddenly moved as if by reflex.

"Ding--"

Swords clashed.

Warif's sword was blocked, and he could not advance any further.

“Very good.” Warif nodded in satisfaction. “Although the movements are still a little immature, the awareness is in place.”

"When you have fully mastered the essence of stripping, you will be a Water Saint-level swordsman."

"To be honest, you are the second most talented person I have ever seen, after Izoruti."

Warif spared no praise.

Liz, however, reacted indifferently to the praise; her light blue eyes remained completely unmoved as she simply said:

"It's all thanks to the teacher's guidance."

"Hehe, what can I teach you? In three years at most, your swordsmanship will probably surpass mine... I look forward to that day."

Warif smiled helplessly.

A gust of evening wind blew.

The sun began to gradually sink below the horizon.

The magnificent sunset blanketed the sky, casting a dazzling glow upon this bustling metropolis.

That's all for today, I'm going back now.

"Yes, teacher, take care."

Liz watched Wolf leave, then turned around and began packing her things.

Just then, a series of noisy footsteps came from behind.

Then came an annoying sound.

"Oh my, isn't this Miss Liz?"

Liz frowned slightly and turned to look behind her.

A group of figures, some young and some old, surrounded a well-dressed boy who walked towards them. The boy had a smug smile on his lips, and his gaze toward Liz revealed an almost undisguised desire.

Side Story: The Tale of Ars (5)

"Is Miss Liz heading home?"

"If I remember correctly, we share a part of our journey home, right?"

"My servant is here to pick me up, how about I give you a ride?"

Surrounded by a crowd, the boy walked over with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

With her chin slightly raised, her gaze toward Liz seemed somewhat condescending.

"No need, young master Boris."

Liz looked away and said in a cold tone, "I prefer walking to riding in a carriage."

The henchman couldn't help but speak up: "Hey, don't be ungrateful..."

"Forget it, forget it."

The boy, called Boris, waved his hand and smiled magnanimously, "It felt really good to walk like that. So, if there's a chance next time, Miss Liz, would you be willing to take a walk with me?"

"Sure, as long as you can keep up with me," Liz said with a forced smile.

"Hehehe... Miss Liz still loves to joke around..."

Boris smirked, then waved his hand dismissively and led the group away.

After they had gone far away, the figure that had been hiding in the corner finally jumped out.

"Whoa! Liz, why did you refuse Young Master Boris's invitation?"

The girl with golden curly hair and freckles on her cheeks looked at Boris's retreating figure with a regretful expression and sighed.

"What's so great about those playboys?" Liz said dismissively.

“Young Master Boris is the young master of the Laurist family, he’s a nobleman! If only we could catch his eye…”

"I can't believe it," Leica said enviously.

"You know her, right, Lyca?"

Liz interrupted Lyca with a blank expression.

"What I hate most is the aristocracy."

"Okay, okay, then I won't say anything more."

Leica shrugged, then quickly grabbed Liz's hand and said with a grin, "Let's go home."

"Hmm." A slight smile appeared on Liz's otherwise indifferent face.

The two quickly packed their things and headed outside together.

Just as they were about to reach the entrance of the dojo, they suddenly heard the sound of a sword being swung from the side.

Generally speaking, Liz doesn't care about the practice of anyone else besides herself. She always focuses on improving her own swordsmanship and doesn't care about the progress of others.

It is precisely because of this single-minded attitude that he has made such rapid progress.

But for some reason, she turned her head to look over there as if possessed.

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

"Shh-"