Jobless Reincarnation: Sword, Magic Hat and Romance System

Chapter 31 I Saw, I Cut Off

Rudy blinked upon hearing this.

"A Water God-level swordswoman, the head of a sect's main dojo, at the pinnacle of the Water God style, named Leta Lia. Sounds like a very imposing and imposing name, which immediately rules out her being an old woman. Allen is so lucky to have met someone like that."

"Allen... you've actually met such an important person? And you even saw her use her swordsmanship?"

Allen looked up at him.

"Well, I guess I was just lucky."

Paul glanced at Allen with a meaningful look.

Allen gripped the hilt of his knife and continued speaking.

"This is my understanding of the Water God Style. As for the Sword God Style, I don't know much about it yet."

After saying that, he looked up at Paul, whose lips twitched at the sight.

"I'm a stickler for intuition. If I had to pinpoint a key principle, it would be 'intuition'."

Rudy's eyes lit up.

"Intuition, that sounds amazing."

Allen's forehead twitched slightly.

"Paul, your intuition is pretty much a feeling, right? Are you sure it's not just your own intuition, Paul?"

Paul looked up and saw Senis's smiling face upstairs. He smiled at his wife and then spoke.

"To be precise, it's combat instinct, and what it manifests is..."

At this point, his expression turned serious, as if he had suddenly changed his demeanor.

"The sword must be faster than thought."

Rudy was very enthusiastic and immediately started clapping.

Allen, on the other hand, was somewhat helpless.

He had heard this statement at least twenty times, but it was too abstract for him to grasp the point.

He understood combat instinct, but was the ability to make the sword move faster than one's thoughts a matter of concentration? Yet, he always felt extremely focused during battles.

He shook his head, preparing to ask something, but then Rudy asked in a serious tone.

"What about Kitakami-ryu?"

Allen looked at him in surprise, while he winked at Allen and then glanced at Paul.

Paul was frowning and deep in thought, almost to the point of tearing his hair out.

Seeing this, Allen cleared his throat.

"What Kitakami-ryu said"

Before he could finish speaking, Paul looked at Allen with a relieved expression, his brows immediately unfurrowing.

Allen paused slightly, realizing that he couldn't get any useful information out of Paul, and continued in a slightly helpless tone.

"The Northern God Style is different from the other two sword styles. It does not have a 'first principle' in a strict sense, and there are many schools, each with its own focus."

"Here, we take the most popular school of adventurers, the Northern God School, as an example. Unlike the Water God School, which focuses on analyzing the opponent's information, or the Sword God School, which rushes to stab the opponent in the stomach without thinking, the Northern God School relies entirely on the situation at hand to make the best and most effective means of defeating the enemy."

Rudy frowned.

"This sounds somewhat similar to the Water God Style, choosing the most suitable response for the current situation."

"No, the methods are completely different."

Speaking of this, Allen suddenly remembered that Rudy would have a lot of clashes with the Northern God Stream in the future. He blinked and spoke up.

"For example."

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen swiftly drew his sword and slashed at Rudy. The latter was startled and instinctively dodged to the side where his body's center of gravity shifted.

He then tripped and stumbled.

He stared in astonishment at Allen's sword, which hung in mid-air with no intention of striking, then looked at Allen's leg, which was silently stretched out to his side, and angrily rebuked him.

"You're despicable!"

Allen nodded.

"Yes! It's despicable. Any means are acceptable as long as it leads to victory. To be honest, I originally wanted to kick you in the groin."

"don't want!"

Rudy immediately covered his groin with both hands, and then his pupils contracted.

Allen's palm strike was already hovering before his eyes.

Allen flicked Rudy on the forehead, then casually gestured for Rudy to sit down. Rudy immediately grabbed his stool and angrily berated Allen.

"Are you going to pull my chair out of the way too?!"

Allen's lips twitched.

"It was predicted."

"No, it's really over. Anyway, you should understand now with this example. The Northern God Style is a school that wins by any means necessary. They use everything they can, such as verbal provocation, hidden weapons, and directing attacks in different directions. You must be careful if you encounter them in the future."

Rudy nodded and sat down.

The instant he sat down, Allen flicked a leaf with his finger, and the leaf spun around and smacked Rudy on the forehead.

Rudy glared at Allen.

Allen responded with a smile.

"If this were the Northern Divine Stream Qiba School, then this would be a hidden weapon."

But at that moment, the two of them felt a burning gaze.

Allen turned to look at Paul in surprise, who spoke with a serious expression.

"Allen, even as an example, never raise a sword against your family."

Allen was a little stunned, but he sensed that Paul was indeed very serious, so he nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Paul nodded to Allen to continue, but the latter changed the subject.

"I've basically finished summarizing. You should be able to tell, sir, that I don't know much about the Sword God Style, so I have a few more questions for you. You can just ask and I'll answer; there's no need for a special summary."

Paul's brow twitched, realizing he couldn't avoid this today and could only put on a stern face like an adult.

"ask."

The words were concise, though.

"First, there's the Sword God Style. I've heard that the Sword God Style training involves practicing with all your might and focused concentration in the air every day. It's even said that some people can master the Sword God Style's ultimate technique—the Light Katana—through this method? Is that true?"

Paul looked conflicted and unsure how to respond, muttering to himself.

"This sounds like Gilead's swordsmanship training method, hmm. How should I put it?"

Allen replied with a smile, speaking in his mind.

"That's right, it's one of the Sword God Style training methods used by Kyrie Irvine and Alice, Paul."

After a long pause, Paul frowned and said.

"Everyone has a different way of honing their skills, but the 'slashing' itself is undoubtedly effective. I have also seen swordsmen who have trained in the Sword God style."

Allen narrowed his eyes.

"To slash at itself?"

"Yes, the slash itself. How so? I've got it. Let's use the Water God Style, which you're very good at, as a reverse comparison. First of all, when Water God Style is used against an enemy, the order of action is: perceive and analyze the environment and the opponent—think about how to deal with it—then move your body to dodge or defend—and finally counter the opponent's moves and complete the slash to defeat the enemy. The key is perception and observation, while the slash is just a means."

Allen raised an eyebrow.

"That Sword God Style."

Paul stared intently at Allen.

"The Sword God style doesn't have so many analytical steps; it goes straight to the strike itself, making it very simple. For example: I see..."

The words were still in Paul's mouth, not yet finished.

The wind stirred.

The next instant, the tip of his wooden sword was already hovering in front of Rudy, a fallen leaf was cut in two and slid down Rudy's face, who was in a daze.

Along with the second half of Paul's sentence.

"I cut it off."

Allen looked at the leaves gradually falling to the ground, then looked up at Paul in a daze.

All was silent.

Paul was very satisfied with their reactions and nodded to himself.

"This is the Sword God Style - Silent Katana. I've restrained most of its power; its actual combat performance will be even faster than this swing."

Then Rudy, with a mournful face, immediately took over the conversation.

"Father, you just said that even as an example, one should never draw a sword against family members."

Paul's face stiffened as he looked at the two men and spoke with conviction.

"A wooden sword is not a sword."

Rudy:

Allen:

Paul looked at Allen's dazed expression and said in a serious tone.

"Since you are skilled in the Water God Style, this reaction is normal. After all, the Water God Style is completely opposite to the Sword God Style."

"My reaction is because your double standards are just too blatant!"

Allen shook his head to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts, then rubbed the hilt of the knife with his hand, feeling the cold touch.

Although it's still a feeling-based argument, it sounds different this time.

"I see, I cut off."

(End of this chapter)