No job: Check the cards, Loki, are there any problems with the cards?

What are normal ten-year-olds doing? Going to school? Chasing and playing, crying and fussing over trivial matters, or diligently practicing in the temple.

But what about Rogge?

He was already a sword king before he was even ten years old, and even his combat skills forced the water goddess Leda to take him seriously.

Master won.

Isn't that just a matter of course?

Why am I actually so happy?

Izuru didn't understand at first, but later she realized that she had unknowingly placed Roger on the same level as her grandmother.

They weren't exactly the same, but at least in some sense, both her grandmother and Rogue were figures that Izuruti had to look up to.

“Izalte…”

"Is this the goal you've always wanted to pursue? Sigh, now I finally understand why you always looked so worried before. If that's the kind of person you're chasing."

"If I had met that kid when I was younger, I probably would have been even more frustrated than you."

"...You've actually done very well, but I want to tell you something: there's a world of difference between geniuses."

After a pause, the water goddess Leda pondered and said, "If you are the genius I have ever seen, then this kid is the genius among geniuses. Genius? That's just the threshold to seeing him."

“Since even Master has said so, then this disciple is even more determined to make him my goal.” Izuru’s face beamed with a smile once again.

"Ugh... really."

"Izuru is still the same as before, with the same indomitable spirit as I was when I was young."

The water goddess Leda couldn't help but sigh.

She's really old. This era can no longer accommodate old people like her. The future belongs to the young.

This era is perhaps more interesting than she imagined.

"Hey, that kid reminds me of someone," the water goddess Leda suddenly murmured.

"Master?"

"who?"

"The first water god."

"First generation?"

The answer from the water goddess Leda surprised even Izuru.

"Yes, the first water god also knew magic. He not only reached god-level skill in swordsmanship, but his mastery of magic was also in no way inferior to his swordsmanship..."

"That kid does bear some resemblance to the first generation of our Water God School."

"Hehehe! That's really interesting, quite an interesting lad."

"........."

Izoruti was startled.

The first Water God was the founder of the Water God School, a legendary figure who created the five profound mysteries and laid the foundation for the Water God School for thousands of years.

My master actually said... that Rogge's talent is comparable to that of the first Water God?

"Master...you...you're joking, right?" Izuru's voice trembled slightly.

"Izoruti".

"I'm serious, very serious."

Leda turned to look at her granddaughter, her eyes devoid of any mockery. "I would never misjudge her."

"As long as he is willing to put in the effort in the Water God Style, his future mastery of the Water God Style will definitely surpass mine, and may even reach the level of the first generation of Water Gods."

"But... what a pity, his ambitions lie elsewhere. Such a water goddess-like figure has fallen into the hands of a savage like Gar. A beautiful flower stuck in cow dung."

Izuru remained silent for a while before slowly processing the weight of those words. Fortunately, it wasn't unacceptable. It didn't matter if it were someone else, but if Izuru heard her grandmother evaluate someone like that, she would definitely feel resentful to some extent.

But this person is Roger.

This person was someone she had always dreamed of pursuing. The more powerful Roger was, the more it proved that Izoruti hadn't misjudged him.

The wind blows.

Late at night.

Outside, snow was falling heavily, and the wind swept through the corridor, swirling up a few snowflakes. A blue-haired girl swung her sword repeatedly in the courtyard, her face filled with determination.

She is Izoruti.

The youngest water saint of this era.

But she was still working hard to catch up with someone, just so that one day she could stand in front of him with her head held high and reclaim the pride that belonged to her.

Chapter 70 The Thief Who Stole Panties from the Holy Land!

For the next period of time, Rogge practiced the Water God Stream every day with the water goddess Leta.

Izuru would knock on the door in the morning, and Reda would let him leave in the evening. All the time in between was spent in the courtyard practicing swordsmanship, sparring, and comprehending the secrets of the art.

The scene of swordsmen's uniforms soaked with sweat has become almost a daily occurrence.

Despite the hard work, Roger felt exceptionally fulfilled.

People are alive, after all.

Everyone should have dreams and aspirations.

If you don't have dreams, what's the difference between you and a salted fish?

Under such intense training, half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the Sword Sanctuary dojo, Rogge and the Water Goddess Reda stood facing each other, surrounded by quite a few onlookers—Nina, Izoruti, Gino, and other disciples who had come upon hearing the news; they were almost always there every day.

As Rogge raised his sword and brought it down, he smoothly unleashed the essence of the Water God Style, his swordplay flowing like mercury across the ground in one fluid motion.

Leda sheathed her sword, the corners of her mouth curving upwards more wide than usual: "Young man, I thought your talent was already quite remarkable, but I never expected you to surprise me time and time again."

"He mastered one of the five great mysteries in just half a month... Amazing, truly amazing."

"It's all thanks to the Water God's excellent teaching," Roger replied modestly.

"Hehehe, young man, you really know how to talk. I love hearing such words; you can say them more often in the future." Lieda was in a great mood.

She has mentored countless disciples in her life, but none like Roger.

No matter what technique is taught, you can learn it after listening to it once and understand it after watching it once. It's the first time I've encountered someone who can perform it as if they've been through countless trials, even though it's their first time.

If I had to describe it in two words, it would be monster.

A monster born to live for the sword is destined to leave its mark on the entire era.

What Leda didn't know was that Rogge's rapid progress in the Water God Stream was largely due to his talent for understanding the Transparent World.

This talent not only allows one to see the essence of the world and the weaknesses of the enemy, but also to perfectly conceal one's own aura.

For the Water God Style, which emphasizes "striking after the opponent has moved," it's like having a divine eye—a natural cheat code.

After finishing their practice for the day, the two sat down on the ground.

Leda shook her head with a sigh: "Tsk tsk... If I had met you when I was young, I probably would have been just as devastated as Izoruti."

"Fortunately, I am already old and will not live much longer, so let the young people worry about this kind of thing."

"is it?"

Roger tilted his head. "I think swordsmanship is pretty simple. Hmm... anyone with hands can do it."

"........."

Leda was taken aback, as were Izoruti and Nina beside her.

If such words came from someone else, they would probably be perceived as arrogant and conceited. But when Roger said them, they carried a sense of natural sincerity, as if they were an indisputable fact.

Nina, on the other hand, was already used to it.

She had long noticed that while Roger sometimes said absurd things, upon closer examination, they were so refutable that one couldn't refute them.

"It's getting late, and I don't have the energy of you young people."

"Let's continue tomorrow."

Leda stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders and neck.

"Yes, Lord Water God."

Roger nodded, his tone very respectful.

Although he did not formally become her disciple, Leda taught him so much that she could be considered his half-master.

After leaving the dojo, Roger returned to his room and took a relaxing hot bath.

Then he buried himself in the covers and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as the sun rose in the east, golden morning light streamed through the window and fell on the edge of the bed.

Roger did not wake up naturally.