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

After Lyca left, Liz continued her training with undivided attention.

Sometimes she felt that she didn't quite understand those who thought that cultivation was tiring and boring, because whenever she was immersed in sword practice, she felt that time passed particularly quickly.

When Liz came to her senses, the dojo was empty again.

"It's already so late..."

Liz looked up at the sky and saw that the moon had moved directly overhead.

It's the middle of the night now.

Liz casually pulled the handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Actually, I didn't particularly want to practice until this late today, I just felt... for some reason, I just didn't want to go home so early.

Why did you stay up so late on purpose?

Liz didn't know.

Am I expecting something?

Liz pondered for a moment, then chuckled and shook her head, realizing she had really been indulging in some wishful thinking.

No matter what, it's impossible for every day to be such a coincidence...

……

Even though he said so.

But as Liz walked out of the dojo, she still subconsciously pricked up her ears.

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

A faint sound came from the backyard.

Liz followed the sound and soon found that very familiar figure in the backyard.

The red-haired boy gripped the sword and swung it methodically.

Sweat dripped incessantly from his body, completely soaking the ground.

The scene before me is exactly the same as yesterday.

No.

If there's anything different, it's probably the red-haired boy's swordsmanship.

Compared to yesterday, it finally looks a bit like the Water God Style.

While he can't be said to be completely perfect yet, he has already reached this level in a very short time, which makes him a genius.

Liz stood quietly in place, watching the red-haired boy practice his swordsmanship again and again.

For some reason, Liz saw a reflection of herself in him.

In this dojo, there are hundreds of people learning the Water God Style.

Among them were high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as knightly families. It is said that some members of royalty also studied swordsmanship here, making it a gathering place for elites.

However, most of these people do not aim to reach the summit of the Water God Stream.

For them, practicing the Water God Style swordsmanship was at most for self-defense, and for most of them, it was simply a part of the aristocratic curriculum.

Being able to train up to the lower level of the Water God Style is enough.

People like Liz, who set their sights on reaching the pinnacle of the Water God School from the very beginning and worked tirelessly towards that goal, are few and far between.

But Liz met one today.

Liz stood there quietly, watching Jars swing his sword.

I don’t know how much time passed.

Yars stopped what he was doing and casually wiped the sweat from his brow.

Just as he was about to turn around and change his clothes, he suddenly noticed someone standing to the side, silently watching him.

He was startled, and only after he came to his senses did he realize that it was Liz.

“Liz? What a coincidence!” Jars exclaimed in surprise.

"It's a coincidence."

Liz stared at Jars and said.

The cool moonlight pierced through the clouds, casting its light on the delicate features of Ars's face, making his slightly smiling lips alluring.

She quickly looked away.

"Your swordsmanship has improved rapidly, much better than yesterday," Liz remarked casually.

"It's all thanks to you."

"I?"

"Yes."

Ars looked down at the sword in his hand and muttered to himself, "Red Mother told me before that I shouldn't think about anything else when I'm practicing the Water God Style, because only in this way can I grow. But I've never understood what Red Mother meant."

"But after hearing what you said, I finally understand."

“You left in too much of a hurry yesterday and didn’t have time to explain things clearly, so I’m going to explain it again today.”

"Thank you, Liz."

Ars and Liz looked at each other and said solemnly.

Liz was stunned for a moment, then felt a burning sensation on her cheeks.

She pursed her lips and nodded without saying a word.

Neither of them spoke, and both fell silent.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Ars scratched his head and chuckled awkwardly, "Um... I'm about to head back now, what about you?"

“Then I’ll go back too,” Liz muttered softly.

"Okay, wait for me for a moment."

"Uh-huh?"

Liz nodded subconsciously.

By the time she realized what was happening, Yars had already vanished in a flash.

Wait a moment?

Why do we have to wait a while?

Liz stood there blankly for a while, and soon saw Ars change into casual clothes and run out of the dojo waving.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, let's go," Jars said apologetically.

"Uh……"

Liz then understood what Jars meant.

Are they going home together?

Liz pursed her lips; she had no interest in such things, and besides, their houses might not even face the same direction...

……

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

The two walked side by side on the path, and Yars looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Hmm..." Liz lowered her head and responded softly.

Although I didn't expect it to turn out this way at first, after asking around, I realized that my direction was the same as that of the Yars family.

In other words, it is entirely possible for us to travel together from the temple to home.

Liz felt incredibly conflicted, unsure whether to be happy or upset.

Ars was overjoyed when he learned of this.

"That's great! Does that mean we can go to the dojo together every day from now on?" Ars exclaimed excitedly.

"Um... I usually go with friends," Liz said, sounding slightly embarrassed.

"That's it."

Ars nodded, looking lost.

He then changed the subject, asking, "How long have you been studying the Water God Style swordsmanship?"

"I started learning when I was 8 years old, so it's been 5 years now."

Liz said.

Looking back on when I first learned swordsmanship, those were truly unbearable memories.

Getting started is the hardest part of anything.

During that period, I would come home every day covered in bruises, collapsing onto the bed and unable to get up, which worried my parents a lot.

However, this worry did not last long...

"10 years old, plus 5 years... you're only 13?" Yars asked in surprise.

He looked at Liz's curvaceous figure and thought she was at least 15 years old, but he didn't expect her to be only one year older than him.

“And you?” Liz asked.

"I'm 12."

"Oh my, she's younger than me?"

"Not much smaller, my birthday is..."

The two walked side by side, bathed in moonlight, on their way home, chatting about everyday trivialities.