Crossover Anime: Starting from Jobless Reincarnation

However, very few who can become Sword Kings can become Sword Emperors, let alone reach the level of Sword God.

After resting for a while, Roya watched as Kyrie Illusion practiced his moves on Alice.

It must be said that although Gilead is taciturn and doesn't like to talk, she is indeed very good at teaching people, and she can always point out Alice's shortcomings concisely.

From his gait and movements to his breathing rate, one could say that the Sword King truly lives up to his title.

Perhaps a large part of Alice's rapid growth is due to Kyrie's guidance.

After teaching Alice, Gilead turned her gaze to Rudius, a rare look of amusement on her face.

Kyrie Irvine said, "Your talent in swordsmanship is not bad. I can see that you have some basic skills, but how should I put it, I always feel that you are missing something. Well, specifically, it should be your aura."

Rudius scratched his head, looking at Gilead with a puzzled expression.

What is momentum?

Kyrie Illusion thought for a moment, pointed at Roya, then at herself, and said, “Find your own way of the sword, in other words, find what you want to protect.”

After a moment's thought, Rudius realized that this was exactly what Paul meant when he said that every man should have a sword in his heart to protect what he wants to protect.

But, can I really do it?

With Paul and Roya ahead of him, both of them were formidable opponents. Although Paul was unreliable, Rudius believed that he would definitely stand up to protect his family in a critical moment.

As for Roya, to be honest, with his strength, Rudius couldn't imagine what trouble could possibly stump him.

It seems like all I need to do is lie flat.

As if sensing Rudius's thoughts, Kyrie Irvine shook his head and said to Rudius in a tone of someone who had been through it all: "Many times, you can only rely on yourself. I heard from Roya that you are also a Water Saint-level mage. Well, to have achieved such a feat, it is no exaggeration to say that your talent is one in a million."

Hearing Girenou's praise, Rudius scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled, "It's alright, not as exaggerated as you say."

“However,” Kyrie Irvine’s tone shifted, his eyes fixed on Rudius, making Rudius feel uneasy. Kyrie Irvine spoke again, “You yourself are your greatest support. You can’t always hide behind your father and your brother. One day you have to stand up and protect your family, don’t you?”

Rudius was speechless. His shy expression disappeared. He thought about it and realized that it made sense, but he didn't know how to do it or what to do.

He has been following behind him since he came into this world.

That child, who was only two years older than him, seemed to know everything.

He was better than me in magic, better than me in swordsmanship, and better than me in interpersonal relationships.

It seemed as if I was always looking up at the other person's back, always stepping on the other person's shadow to move forward.

He studied magic simply because of the novels he read in his previous life. He fantasized that he might become a hero like those in anime and novels, embark on an adventure to defeat the Demon King, meet and make friends along the way, grow closer to each other in dangerous battles, and finally win the heart of the beauty after defeating the Demon King.

He could even skip the process of defeating the Demon King; all he wanted was to win the heart of the beauty, to have someone who loved him, and someone he loved in return.

The author is on vacation. He'll be taking the train on the 13th and returning to his hometown on the 14th.

Chapter 65 Roja's Strength

He didn't dream of saving the world; he was only thinking of himself. But often, Rudius was also confused; to be precise, he didn't have a goal.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary person, or even, in some ways, not even an ordinary person.

He was a coward; he was not great. He lacked the courage and responsibility to shoulder the heavy burden.

That was how it was in my past life.

Recalling his past life, he seemed to see again that otaku who was playing computer games with his head down.

He tried to dispel the lingering fantasies in his mind, but now, when someone told him what to do, he felt lost again.

Rudius smiled wryly, "Master Kyrie Irvine, it's not that easy."

Kyrie Irvine nodded and said calmly, "It's all irrelevant to talk about these things now. Come on, let me see your strength."

Rudius's swordsmanship was undoubtedly superb, reaching a level that even intermediate swordsmen had not yet attained, yet he was defeated in just a few moves.

Roya, who was standing nearby, clicked his tongue in amazement. He teased, "Rudius, I'm afraid you'll always be outdone by Alice."

Ludius lay on his back on the ground, expressionless, and said nothing.

Sparring is only one part of sword practice; more often, one needs to hone their fundamental skills.

In this respect, there is actually no difference from what Paul taught.

Sword practice is like this; there are only a few basic moves, which are mostly straight thrusts, diagonal slashes, vertical chops, and sweeping back.

Alice and Rudius were constantly honing their basic skills, swinging their swords according to Girenius's instructions. Girenius was constantly correcting their postures. Swinging a sword was undoubtedly extremely tedious, but the main purpose was to train their familiarity with and use of the sword, to develop what is known as muscle memory.

By the time he finished instructing the two of them, half an hour had passed. Girenouille let Rudius and Alice practice on their own, then called Roya over. Looking at the refined young man before him, Girenouille felt a bit of a headache. After pondering for a moment, he said to Roya, "Come on, attack me. Remember, you can only use swordsmanship."

After giving a nonchalant reply, Luo Ya began to fight his opponent.

Luo Ya is only good at the Sword God style; he hasn't really learned styles like the Water God style or the Northern God style.

Therefore, Roja's moves will definitely be wide-ranging and powerful.

Without gathering momentum or drawing his sword, Roya gripped his sword in his right hand and slashed directly at Gilead.

The movement was perfect. Roya swung his sword at Girenau, who parried with his own sword. Roya stepped back with his right foot, changed position, and attacked Girenau again, slashing diagonally upwards with his wooden sword. Girenau turned around and effortlessly neutralized the boy's attack once more.

"Is that all, Roya?" Kyrie's cold voice came again.

Luo Ya attacked calmly and methodically, constantly switching between the three most basic sword techniques: horizontal slash, diagonal thrust, and stabbing.

These three sword techniques were switched in turn, and Gilead easily parried and neutralized them all.

However, Kyrie Irwin's brow furrowed slightly, and she felt a hint of doubt in her heart.

If the opponent's strength is only so-so, then no matter what, they will never be able to unleash such a stunning sword strike.

It's not that Roja's movements were substandard, nor that his swordsmanship was bad; it's just that his movements were too mediocre, excessively mediocre.

Could someone so young be capable of wielding that sword so easily?

So what exactly is the other party trying to do? Are they hiding their true abilities?

Subconsciously, Kyrie Irvine increased his strength slightly, no longer simply blocking. Every time he blocked Roja's sword, he would proactively deliver a sword strike to Roja, which was also a way of forcing Roja to use his full strength.

Gilead wanted to see what Roya was up to.

However, the more they fought, the more Gilead realized something was wrong.

Her opponent used the same few moves, but Girenouu could clearly feel that the rapier she could easily block before now required more effort.

The more he fought, the stronger the sense of unease lingered in Gilead's mind.

Is the opponent getting used to my sword-wielding style?

Realizing this, Gilead stopped defending and thrust out his sword. Despite Gilead's large and burly appearance and the fact that he was wielding a huge greatsword, who would have thought that even Gilead's understanding of the rapier was so profound?

She didn't use her full strength, and only suppressed herself to the same level of physical ability as Roya.

But even with this kind of Gilead, the pressure on Roya increased instantly.

This thrust, though not as fast as lightning, was exquisitely executed, its angle extremely ruthless and cunning as it pierced towards Roya.

Roya's eyes narrowed slightly, his intuition becoming increasingly clear. In Roya's eyes, the Gilead in front of him transformed into three figures, stabbing towards him from three different directions.

In that instant, Roya perceived every move, every detail, and even the frequency of Gilead's breathing.

The three figures represent three possible outcomes for Kyrie Irvine's attack, and also indicate how she will make her move.

Gilead's rapier is excellent, even perfect.

However, that wasn't enough. Roya slightly turned his body to the right and slashed horizontally at Kyrie Il with his wooden sword.

Gilead scoffed; in her eyes, the boy's actions were nothing short of suicidal.

If the Sword King's rapier were so easy to parry, then she wouldn't need to be called the Sword King.

To her astonishment, her sword strike, created by the mere distance she shifted to the side, provided Roya with the perfect opportunity to swing his sword. Roya retreated slightly, and his swift horizontal slash blocked Girenu's rapier.

A smile appeared on Roya's lips.

Those beautiful eyes met Kyrie Il's beastly gaze; the crimson-gold eyes flashed with a deep, cold light, and a mocking smile played on the corners of his lips on a face more handsome than any woman's.

Was he laughing at me?

Kyrie Io's beastly eyes narrowed. Logically, she should be angry at this moment and tear this arrogant brat in front of her to pieces, but her powerful intuition kept telling her that something bad was about to happen, but Kyrie Io didn't know where the problem lay.

Unable to find the crux of the problem, Gilead stopped thinking about it. His muscles bulged, and he thrust out his wooden sword again, this time even faster.

Kyrie Irvine's aura shifted dramatically. He no longer merely used his sword to parry; his power surged to its peak as he swung his sword down.

No matter your schemes and tricks, I will thwart them all with my own strength!

This is Gilead's sword style.

Roya simply retreated slightly, raising his sword to parry. As the swords clashed, Roya used the momentum to make Kyrie Io's wooden sword draw a semi-circle, using the rhythm of using minimal force to deflect most of the original powerful force.

Having taken the full force of the slash, Roya felt a slight numbness in his right hand, and his right arm, gripping the sword, trembled slightly.

The opponent was still holding back, so Roya did not use magic. Even so, the Sword King and the superior swordsman were still trying to cross this insurmountable chasm.

Chapter 66 Plan

This is not merely about the use of a sword, but about the understanding of the sword.

Kyrie Illuminati dodged and weaved, retreating several feet, his beastly eyes fixed on Roya.