Jobless Reincarnation: The King with a Mental Problem

I am Trevor Greirat.

He is the King of Shadows. He is the unparalleled genius of the Holy Land of Swords.

At this moment, I am sitting in a chair in my own courtyard.

The sunlight was so thin it looked like it was diluted with water, lazily filtering through the bare branches and casting a blurry patch of light on my knees.

The wind blew in through the gap in the courtyard wall, carrying the unique scent of rust and pine resin characteristic of the Holy Land of Swords. It caused the icicles hanging under the eaves to gently collide, tinkling like a clumsy waiter ringing a bell in the distance.

I, the king, am enjoying my underlings' full service right here in this cold wind.

As for why enjoy these things in the cold wind?

We'll talk about it later.

Kino stood behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders, his knuckles finding the origin and insertion points of the trapezius muscle, pushing down inch by inch. The force was neither too light nor too heavy, the rhythm neither too fast nor too slow, each press precisely at the last second before the muscle completely relaxed.

This kid is actually very clever; he quickly mastered my lifestyle habits.

This includes, but is not limited to: how long to steep tea, which shoulder muscles are most sore, and most importantly—when to shut up.

That's right.

I've taken little Kino as my underling.

According to the original plot, he should be Nina's... well, you know.

Legend has it that he and the Little Dragon King Nina CCB ate the forbidden fruit and became the strongest sword god.

He was almost four years younger than Nina.

Who would have thought it was a relationship between an older woman and a younger man?

There are many reasons why I accepted him as my disciple.

But the most important thing is to see what happens next with my own eyes.

Outside the courtyard, someone had been watching for quite a while.

The woman gripped the courtyard wall tightly, her knuckles turning white, and crumbs even began to fall from the wall as she clenched her fists.

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Why should I?!"

This time, Nina didn't even use the door; she climbed over the wall to get in.

Her boots kicked off a broken brick on the wall, and she landed heavily on the frozen ground in the yard like a stone launched from a slingshot, kicking up a small circle of dust.

The Dragon King's mouth was already clenched and twisted, pointing towards the sky.

His entire being, from head to toe, screamed three words: dissatisfaction and resentment.

That mouth looked like it wanted to devour someone.

"Kino-kun, tell her why."

Kino's hand was still on my shoulder as he massaged me and replied.

"Because... I won't kick my brother's shin, I won't call him a bastard, and I certainly won't sneak over the wall in the middle of the night to try and take my brother's daughter away."

"That's right, that's exactly it. And he'll even serve me tea and water, and massage my shoulders and back."

I paused deliberately, feeling Nina's gaze like two red-hot coals poking my face.

"He's mine."

"That was before. As for now... it belongs to me."

Nina's lips twitched.

Then he suddenly turned to look at Kino.

In those eyes, besides anger, there was also a hint of panic.

"He's just... I'm lending him to you temporarily! He'll come back once he's finished learning from you!"

She stared at Kino with eyes as big as bastards, confirming something she had been quite certain of.

"Right?"

But Kino avoided her gaze. (As I requested beforehand.)

Nina was stunned.

In that instant, something in my eye shattered.

"You! You! You! Kino! You're nothing but my underling! I'll beat you to a pulp!"

"Shhh."

I cut off the Little Dragon King's speech.

Then he stood up. He walked behind Kino and slowly placed both hands on his shoulders.

He deliberately spoke very softly and slowly, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

"Haha, so this is how he's treated on your end? But here he's treated... completely differently!"

Nina's mouth twisted to an unprecedented angle.

His little face changed color like Talking Tom.

Then, little pearls popped out of their eye sockets!

It was sparkly, but it stubbornly refused to fall.

"whee!"

Wang Xiyue

This is what I want to see.

This is your retribution for daring to hug my little Aisha.

"I'm going to kill both of you!!!"

Nina's voice shook an icicle off the eaves, breaking it into three pieces as it fell to the ground.

"Hmph! Little brother! Let her see your true skills!"

"Yes, brother!"

This king also wants to witness the skills of the legendary Pure Love Sword God.

Although Kino is four years younger than Nina, as a prodigy, challenging someone of a higher level is a piece of cake for him.

Then--

I witnessed Kino being beaten like a dog.

At first, Kino was like a wind-up doll, completely still.

Nina rushed over, grabbed Kino by the collar, and tripped over her own feet.

Kino fell straight to the ground.

Nina didn't even draw her sword...

He straddled him and started punching him in the face.

Kino lay on the ground, his hands symbolically covering his face, his legs motionless, not even kicking.

Nina glared at me as she punched me.

Those eyes were red, I couldn't tell if it was from anger or because she almost cried just now.

With each punch, she would glare at me, as if those punches weren't hitting Kino's face, but mine.

Before long, Kino's face was covered in bruises.

Pure Love Sword God (childhood) VS Crooked Mouth Dragon King (childhood).

Kino was defeated.

Okay, even though my underling lost...

But this excessively cruel scene completely satisfied the Shadow Lord's bloodlust!

Wang, however, continued to enjoy the performance.

--that is.

Why does Kino seem... to be smiling?

The smile was faint, hidden beneath his swollen lips and bruised eyes. You wouldn't notice it unless you looked closely.

But I... have noticed.

A happy...smile?

It's like a dog eating poop and accidentally eating chocolate.

It disgusted me.

My newly acquired little brother is a masochist!!!

Nina, having had her fill of beating him up, stood up and dusted off her hands.

Her breathing was still a little rapid, her chest heaving, but the corners of her mouth had already turned up again, revealing the smile of a victor.

Then, perhaps because her victory was too easy, she overestimated her strength and charged at me without hesitation.

As expected, I grabbed it and planted it in the ground.

Then he walked up to Kino.

He was still lying on the ground, not getting up.

Sunlight streamed through the eaves, illuminating his gaudy face, each bruise glowing with a faint purple light.

His eyes were not on Nina, who had beaten him, nor on the king who had planted him in the ground.

He was looking at the sky.

There was nothing in the sky.

Only the leaden-gray clouds pressed down layer upon layer, like an old cotton quilt.

But his expression was as if he had seen something very beautiful.

Seeing the look of enjoyment on his face, I finally realized something.

This is perhaps the result he wanted to achieve.

—Whatever the reason, as long as I can have some contact with Nina, that's fine.

It turned out to be the case.

Perhaps he will indeed become a sword god of pure love in the future.

But now—he's just a kid, a kid who wants to find more reasons to have some contact with the people he likes.

So, is this also a kind of pure love?

He was still lying on the ground, a satisfied smile on his face.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the frozen ground, where it quickly solidified into a small, dark red patch of ice in the cold wind.

Isn't this relationship inappropriate?

This is utter nonsense about pure love!

They're being treated like dogs!

Thinking of this, a feeling suddenly welled up in my heart.

It’s hard to describe.

It's a bit like a sense of responsibility, and a bit like the annoyance of not being able to stand it anymore. In short, I really want to pick up this idiot lying on the ground and shake him hard.

"Kino, I am very disappointed in you. Therefore, I will strip you of your status as my subordinate—start from scratch as a hard-working slave."

As I cast healing magic on him, I conveyed my judgment.

Kino snapped out of her blissful reverie.

He rolled over and got up, kneeling on both knees with his hands neatly placed on them. He lowered his head, revealing the back of his neck, his hair swaying gently in the cold wind.

"I……"

He held back for a long time without saying another word.

I'm so tired!

They've been scolded like this?

Is there any hope for this person?

Forget it...

Let's try anything, even if it's a dead end...

【after a while】

There are other reasons why I accepted Qino as my disciple.

For example, cultivating a good relationship with the future pure-love swordsman.

For example, you could learn some of the moves from the Pure Love Sword God beforehand.

But now, it can only be described as a great disappointment.

After a period of time, I have roughly figured out what Little Kino is capable of now.

He was originally the number two in Nina's children's group.

Although he is four years younger than Nina, his skill level is about the same, and he is Nina's sparring partner.

Then I, the King, appeared.

Because of my meddling, Nina's little group was forcefully suppressed and disbanded by the sword god Old Deng's visible giant hand.

During that period, Nina kept causing me trouble.

After being driven away by me, she went to vent her anger on Kino.

After a while, the relationship between Sword God Old Deng and Nina suddenly improved.

After being personally instructed by Old Deng, Nina felt confident and came to me, the King, looking for a beating.

But after being beaten to tears, she stopped taking her anger out on Kino—she went straight to Old Deng.

And little Kino... was thus neglected.

Perhaps it's because I haven't been treated like a punching bag for long enough to develop aversion to it yet.

Perhaps he truly harbored some extraordinary feelings for Nina.

Or perhaps—he's just a simple masochist.

In short, this is how things have turned out.

Let me reiterate my purpose.

First, witness the legendary secret techniques of the pure love sword god.

Secondly, we need to severely correct this little pervert and make him more normal.

[Some time later, in the basement of Trevor Villa, the Holy Land of Swords]

This place, where no sound can escape, is where Chino Blitz resides.

He was bound to a stone bed.

What I need to do is loosen his muscles!

However, the process was exceptionally brutal.

Little Qino didn't cry or howl.

That makes sense. He started learning martial arts at the age of three and has been trained by Nina ever since, so his pain tolerance is naturally far beyond that of ordinary people.

and so--

Instead, he acted like a submissive, moaning softly and sweetly.

"Ah~~~ Ah♂~~~ Ah! Ahhhhh! Uh ah~~~ Ha~~~ Ha~~~ Ha~~~"

The sound echoed in the cramped basement, hitting the stone walls and bouncing back, layer upon layer, as if adding harmony to this distorted melody.

Even the shadow on the wall trembled, as if startled by the sound.

"You...you fucking bastard, can you...can you stop yelling like that...stop yelling like that!!!"

He turned to look at me, biting his lip, frowning, and staring at me with his slightly reddened eyes.

My hands are shaking today!

I feel nauseous today!

First of all, I do not have any perverted or special hobbies.

For a moment, I didn't know how to educate this little guy.

I have never been in a relationship, and I haven't even played around with many people.

Even among the games I've played, there's no tutorial on how to handle this situation.

Ultimately, the only way I know how to play is by going straight for the ball.

But can this be taught to Kino?

If Chino goes straight for Nina, he'll only get beaten up worse.

Then Kino got even happier, continued playing straight, and then the vicious cycle continued...

I didn't read that superfluous thing; I only heard about it briefly.

Therefore, we can only deduce the results and current information by working backward.

The result was that Kino and Nina became stronger after CCB, and then used some kind of move to shatter Old Deng's Dao Heart.

Currently, Kino has not yet shown that talent.

His basic skills are quite solid, even better than mine.

The sword swings were clean, the footwork transitions were crisp, and the training was quite rigorous.

but--

He was missing something.

Because he doesn't seem to enjoy practicing swordsmanship.

He practiced swordsmanship simply because everyone else was doing it, and his parents also required it.

At least during the time I observed him, I did not see any joy on his face after winning the battle.

Even when others praise him, he just smiles politely and brushes it off.

His personality is somewhat like that of a human and a machine.

They don't care about or concern themselves with too many things.

He didn't know what he really wanted.

Except for Nina.

Even though he was a bot, instinct was still driving him to crawl toward Nina.

Like a plant growing in the dark, it doesn't need light or water; it only needs a little bit of gravity in that specific direction to twist and grow.

Based on their personalities, Nina will definitely be the one to take the initiative in the end.

So it must be that he attracted Nina in some way, and then Nina developed feelings for him.

After that, Old Deng refused with a crooked mouth, saying something like, "If you do this or that, then do this or that."

He now had a reason to seriously wield his sword.

So this guy suddenly unleashed his full power.

He fully displayed his talent and defeated Old Deng.

That should be it, right?

Therefore, if you want to witness the secret techniques of the Sword God of Pure Love, you must first make him able to attract Nina.

But being a simp isn't very appealing.

Therefore, I must find ways to make him stronger and more attractive.

Become a Sigma man like me.

The body-strengthening secret technique prepared for him now is for this purpose.

only......

Niang Xipi.

Why does this guy look like a young wife who's been violated by the Japanese?

He looked at me.

I am looking at him.

His lips were bitten so hard that a faint white mark appeared, and when he let go, the color slowly returned.

Her head was slightly lowered, her chin resting on her chest, her gaze not daring to lift, yet unwilling to look away completely.

He was curled up in a ball, but he didn't complain, only occasionally sniffing and humming...

This...this guy.

Looking at him, panting and teary-eyed—

I silently prayed for something in my heart.

hope.

He did not awaken the femininity within him.