Reincarnation with AI (Unemployment-Free)

Rudius went out for the first time with a wooden sword.

Previously, they were holding magic books, which gave them a very refined appearance from a distance, a unique sight in the village.

The villagers didn't have any valuable items like books in their homes.

Now Rudius is like a street urchin, carrying a wooden sword as he walks along a country road.

If Rudeus were really that age, he would probably think he was the coolest kid in the village right now. After all, most ordinary boys carry a carefully chosen wooden stick on their shoulders, while Rudeus is carrying a wooden sword crafted by a craftsman.

Rudeus chose to take the wooden sword partly because he didn't want too many people to know how powerful his magic was.

This is a consideration of the abilities of gods and men.

On the other hand, having weapons in hand would certainly increase his deterrent effect on those children.

This wooden sword, which was given to Rudius for his fifth birthday, was seen as a peerless sword by the other children who could only dabble in it with sticks!

It is not only a deterrent force, but also a deterrent force with financial resources. When these two are combined, it becomes a deterrent force with power!

However, children probably don't understand the concept of rights; they can only vaguely sense it.

Walking along the country road, Rudius spotted Somar and his two companions in the distance.

Damn it, this world is set in the Middle Ages!

Don't the kids from ordinary families like yours need to work?

These bastards are really living a good life. They can eat and drink their fill all day long, run around playing, and still have the energy to bully others.

Rudius approached the three men with malicious intent.

"Hey, the knight's child is here."

"I saw it, he was holding something else."

"It's a sword! That guy has a sword!"

Somar and his companions naturally noticed Rudius's approach, as he made no attempt to conceal himself.

The three of them were whispering something to each other, but Rudeus couldn't hear them.

Only when they got closer did the other person take the initiative to speak, saying, "Hey, what's up?"

Looking at the three living people in front of him, Rudeus no longer harbored such malice.

Even the thought of beating everyone up disappeared, so he paused slightly in place.

I was thinking of just rushing over and beating them up without saying a word...

"I need to speak with Somar about something." With plans changed, Rudius decided to first arrange a heart-to-heart talk with Somar in the grove.

"Hey, isn't this kid one of the demons?" Somar's companion said.

"That's right, and you're carrying a wooden sword. Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

Sensing the hostility of the other party, Rudeus frowned slightly, but his thoughts remained unchanged; they were just a bunch of kids.

"It's not that matter. Somar went to my house and framed me. Are you going to get involved in that too?" Rudius took the wooden sword from his shoulder and stuck it in the ground to explain.

"What? Somar, did you go and tell your parents again?" Companion A complained.

"What happened?" companion B asked curiously.

"I didn't tell your parents, what are you afraid of?" Somar replied with his usual nonchalant expression.

This attitude is infuriating.

"Are you going to interfere?" Rudius continued to ask.

"Whatever you want," the two companions replied, glancing at Rudius and then at Somar.

Rudius thought that Somar's companions must also hate his little trick of tattling on their parents.

Rudyus realized that perhaps it was unnecessary to force them to split apart by force.

Looking at Somar, Rudius said, "Come with me to the woods over there."

"Tch, afraid of you?" Somar glanced at Rudius and replied dismissively.

Rudius and Somar walked into the woods.

"Hey, want to go take a look?"

"Of course."

After a brief exchange, Somar's companions followed behind the two.

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Arriving in the grove, the two stopped. Few people came here, and the view from the fields was blocked. Even in broad daylight, they didn't have to worry about being conscripted by adults, making it a perfect spot to beat up kids.

Somar's companions stood a little further away, watching this side and muttering something to themselves.

"Hey, you want to fight me, right?" Somar said, taking the initiative.

"What? Are you scared?" Rudius retorted.

"Scared? Just don't cry later," Somar said sarcastically.

Something's not right. If it were my past self, I would have been too scared to resist just from being invited here alone.

Wooden swords have very little deterrent effect...

Is it age and physique that give Somar his confidence?

Indeed, being older and fat than me is an advantage that is insurmountable for wild children.

Rudius decided to strike first.

He stepped forward and swung his wooden sword at Somar's upper arm.

Somar, who was waiting for Rudeus's reply, clearly did not expect Rudeus to attack directly, and his left arm was hit by Rudeus's blow.

"Damn it!" Somar cried out in pain, staggering as he shouted.

Rudius could sense his anger from that shout.

Yes, anger is the right thing to do. Put away that nonchalant attitude and give me even more anger!

Rudius adjusted his stance and, taking advantage of the opponent's unsteadiness after being hit, slashed at Somar's thigh again.

A muffled "snap" was heard, accompanied by Somar's groan of pain.

Somar was hit again, but his scream wasn't as loud as before. Was it adrenaline?

The physical pain made Somar glare fiercely at Rudius, reaching out to grab his clothes.

Rudius dodged and created distance between himself and his opponent.

Having the advantage of weapons gives you a longer attack range than your opponent.

The opponent's advantage is a thicker health bar and greater strength, while your advantage is greater attack power and a longer attack range.

The most important thing to guard against is being captured.

Having learned from Paul's teachings, Rudius knew that if Somar couldn't catch him, he would most likely try to seize his weapons.

This must be the source of Somar's confidence. He doesn't need to be afraid of children who are a size smaller than him, even if they are holding sticks. He can just push them away and take the sticks away.

But those were untrained wild children.

Rudius looked at Somar, who had regained his footing. Although those two slashes had indeed landed, given his strength and Somar's resilience, the blows should have only been painful for him.

Now, Somar is on guard and his ferocity has been aroused.

Rudius suddenly realized that he had been careless.

They overlooked the possibility that they might not be able to defeat their opponent without using magic.

These mischievous country bumpkins are far more formidable in combat than a bookworm like myself from my previous life.

Not only will they not be intimidated by themselves, but they will also not be suppressed by themselves in terms of physical condition.

If I had rushed at Somar and his companions without using magic, I would have been the one to lose in the end.

Rudius's expression gradually became serious. He gripped his sword with both hands, assumed a fighting stance, and slowly lowered his body, lowering it further and further.

Rudius felt his breathing, switched to manual mode, made a few adjustments, and then focused more on Somar's hands.

Since we've determined that the other party will try to take the weapon, then cut off their hand!

Rudius was still thinking when Somar charged straight at him like a wild boar.

That was a reckless tactic.

Rudius easily dodged, and in the process, slashed Somar in the back with his sword.

The sword strike caused Somar to lose his balance and fall to his knees. Fortunately, Somar had rushed far enough away and immediately got up, quickly facing Rudeus again and giving Rudeus no chance to pursue.

Rudius smiled, realizing he might have taken things too seriously. In terms of combat skills, with Paul's guidance, he was on a completely different level from these village children. Even if his physical foundation was slightly inferior, the advantage would still be on his side if he had weapons.

However, it was impossible for Rudius to show mercy; he intended to give Somar a good beating.

Rudius lunged forward again, slashing at Somar.

After striking four or five more times, Rudeus, panting, stopped.

so tired...

Although Somar lacked the corresponding combat skills, he didn't encounter many obstacles when swinging his sword.

But swinging the sword with all your might is also very tiring. It's a process that requires the full strength of your body. Add to that the running around during the battle, and if it weren't for Paul's teaching, which taught Rudeus techniques to conserve energy, Rudeus would probably be exhausted by now.

Somar remained standing there, his face contorted with anger.

Somar was struck in all four limbs, each hand was hit once, and he was also hit in the back and calf.

Rudeus's sword is made of solid wood. To avoid excessive damage to his opponent, Rudeus chooses to distribute the damage, trying not to attack the same spot repeatedly, and choosing to slash at the upper arm or thigh.

Obviously, attacking in such a place cannot quickly render the opponent physically powerless.

Humans are quite resilient creatures. In my past life, I was kicked while standing still because I was cowardly and powerless.

Clearly, Somar was not afraid of Rudius, even though his hands were trembling with pain, and now, seeing Rudius panting, he looked at him with a fierce glint in his eyes.

There was no conversation between the two after the battle began, creating a very strange atmosphere.

Normally, beating or bullying someone is accompanied by constant verbal humiliation.

However, Rudius would not do that.

The conversation ended the moment he made his move.

This is a kind of seriousness, a kind of complete focus, but it is also a kind of rigidity, a stubborn adherence to principles.

The battle will continue under Rudeus's mindset. In this atmosphere, unless someone is afraid, neither of them will admit defeat and will keep their eyes fixed on their opponent.

Rudius felt his hands trembling slightly; his strength was almost gone.

Somar was in pain and found it difficult to move.

Maintaining distance is key to this battle.

There was no way Somar could catch up with him in this state. Rudius knew he had won. All he had to do was wait for the adrenaline to wear off, and the excruciating pain and muscle damage would instantly paralyze him.

Therefore, Rudius stopped attacking and simply kept his eyes on Somar, maintaining a safe distance and resting in place.

Somar's expression was grim, as if he wanted to rush over, but also knew that he would be easily dodged.

Dragging his injured leg, he limped a few steps toward Rudius before stopping with a groan of pain.

Somar stared intently at Rudius, and finally, as time passed, he clutched his arm, groaned in pain, and collapsed to the ground.

"Can't even beat such a small child?"

"Somall, you're such a loser."

Somar's companions approached from a distance and made sarcastic remarks.

"Are you two blind? He's carrying a sword! Come and try if you dare!" Somar replied.

"Would I be as stupid as you and just stand there letting him chop me down?"

"Are you stupid? Can't you go pick up a stick, Somar?"

"Yes, he's stupid. He charged at me like a pig. My dad said that's how wild boars are."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You fucking..." Somar said, trying to stand up.

Rudius felt that the damage he had caused with his sword strikes was probably less than the damage from Somar's companion's words, which were a mental magic attack.

"Alright, alright, we know that kid's cunning; he came looking for trouble with a wooden sword."

"Next time, let's all go together and see if his broken sword will still be effective."

Rudius was thinking of letting it go today, since his hatred for the bullies had crumbled after seeing them in person.

Rudius felt that he really didn't have any reason to beat up other people.

Unexpectedly, after a few words, the three of them actually steered the conversation back to the matter of Sylphie.

When Rudeus saved Sylphie, all three of them lost face together. It wasn't exactly a feud, but there was still some resentment.

Now that my friend has been assaulted, it's perfectly reasonable to bring up the old issue again.

It seemed like a war of attrition was about to begin. Rudius knew he was no match for Rudius; he was running out of strength.

Should we run?

Or should we use magic?

Rudius noticed that his companion A kept looking at his wooden sword...

Huh? If we can't force them to split up, can't we at least bribe them?

"Hey, you over there, do you want a wooden sword?" Rudeus picked up the wooden sword stuck in the ground and showed it to the warrior.

"What? Are you going to give it to me?"

Rudeus paused, he had originally intended to give it away. It was just a wooden sword, and as long as it could solve the problem, why couldn't he give it away?

But Rudius's hand, which was halfway raised, stopped abruptly when he said, "This is a fifth birthday present from Paul..."

Unable to deliver...

At that moment, Rudius realized that he seemed to have been avoiding Paul all along, and that he liked Paul far more than he had imagined...

"Huh? What do you mean?" Seeing Rudeus's stunned expression, companion A asked with a frown.

"Hmm... I can't give you this one, but I can make you a wooden sword," Rudeus said.

"Huh? Really? You can make wooden swords?" Companion A abandoned Somar and approached Rudeus.

"What? I want one too!" Companion B followed closely behind.

"Yes, I can make a wooden sword for both of you, but there are conditions," Rudius added.

"Just tell me your conditions!"

"That's right, just tell me what's on your mind!"

"I want you all to throw mud with me," Rudius said.

"Is that all? Take care of it!"

"Tell me, who are you going to embarrass? Is it that demon?"

"No, it's him." Rudius shook his head, pointing to Somar who was still sitting on the ground.

"What?"

"That's not a good idea. We're comrades after all."

"Don't you want the wooden sword?" Rudius added. "It's just throwing mud, it's not a big deal. It's not like you're going to hit him. And if you get the wooden sword, you can just lend it to Somar to play with for a few days, right?"

"You're right."

"But there's no mud around here."

"No big deal, leave it to me." Rudeus said, then chanted a water spell and made mud on the spot.

Wow, you're really amazing!

"This must be water magic. I heard my father mention it during the drought."

"Come on." Rudius generously shared the mud with the two of them, then moved closer to Somar.

Somar, who was a little further away and couldn't hear what the three were whispering to each other, only realized what they were talking about at this moment.

"What are you three going to do?" Somar shouted.

Rudius, accompanied by Somar's two companions, approached him and threw mud at Somar's face.

"Of course that's how it is."

Somar, writhing in excruciating pain, couldn't even dodge. The mud ball hit him squarely in the bullseye, inevitably getting mud into his mouth, nostrils, and eyes.

"Wow!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The two companions, who were initially feeling awkward, burst out laughing when they saw Somar's expression.

Rudius had initially considered shoving mud directly into the other person's face, but then he thought that would be too insulting, and it would be dangerous if the other person had the strength to retaliate.

I didn't expect my mud ball to hit so accurately. The mud that splashed out covered Somar's face, and it felt even better than if it had been slapped directly onto his face.

"Come on, don't be shy, there's more when you've thrown them all away." With that, Rudeus chanted a water spell and continued making mud balls.

"Okay! Watch me!"

"Hey, you'd better keep your word. I know where you live!"

"Very well, don't worry, I assure you on behalf of the honor of the knightly family!" Rudeus said.

"You two traitors! Ugh..." Somar shouted.

As Somar roared, Rudius threw a mud ball into his mouth, silencing Somar.

He wanted to avoid having to win back the two people he had painstakingly turned against him with just a few words.

However, his two companions were quite restrained, casually throwing mud at Somar.

That works too. As long as you're on my side, then our goal is achieved.

After losing a few more mud balls, Somar's mental defenses finally crumbled, and he burst into tears.

"Hey. We helped you get rid of the mud. Don't forget to make us wooden swords."

"If you don't do it, we'll go to your father."

Seeing that things were going badly, the two companions immediately chose to flee.

"Okay, I understand." Rudius waved his hand, seeing the two off.

After watching the two leave, Rudius turned back to the weeping Somar and casually tossed the mud ball into Somar's mouth.

"Waaaaah! Ugh! Ugh~! Waaaaah!"

Although Somar was slightly choked, he continued crying regardless.

Rudius threw another mud ball.

This time it didn't go in; it hit Somar in the face and he shook it off.

Lose it again.

This time it hit my nose, and then I shook it off.

Never mind, I won't lose it.

Seeing that Somar wouldn't resist anymore, Rudeus approached Somar and cast a healing spell on him.

Don't get me wrong, Rudius isn't some saint, and he doesn't think he went too far in disciplining Somar.

These injuries are nothing to these mischievous monkeys.

Rudius just felt that, no matter what, he had used a wooden sword to beat the other party with all his might, and it wouldn't be good if Paul saw these wounds.

The other person taught him not to use force to show off, yet he used the wooden sword the other person gave him to beat up a child... Rudius could already imagine Paul's rage.

Now, healing the other party with healing magic is actually eliminating evidence. When faced with Somar's false accusations again, he can turn the tables and blame the other party. Who do you think Paul will believe?

After the previous false accusation incident, Rudius is now looking forward to Somar's next visit.

Last time, Paul was blinded by anger.

Having learned his lesson from the misunderstanding with Rudius, would Paul believe you, the bumpkin, or his obedient and sensible son?

In that case, Somar, who came to visit, will end up shooting himself in the foot.

Thinking about this, Rudius almost couldn't help but hum a little.

Trying to outsmart adults?

You little brat, you think you're worthy?

If it weren't for the fact that you were crying so miserably, I would have to heal you before beating you up. I wouldn't be done until I beat you until you cried!

As the pain in his body gradually subsided, Somar slowly stopped crying, his whole being vacant and revealing a faint sense of confusion.

Somar was puzzled because Rudeus used a healing spell without incantation.

"Oh, stop crying?" Rudius said with a smile to Somar.

"You..." Somar was about to say something.

"Stop crying and take this punch!" Rudeus interrupted him with a punch.

"Hiss~" Somar covered his eyes. "You!"

Rudius struck the same spot where he had been injured when Somar framed him last time.

To carry the same wounds and do the same things—that makes perfect sense.

Rudius felt his obsessive-compulsive disorder had been satisfied.

Ignoring Somar, Rudius picked up the wooden sword from the ground and walked away.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something, turned back to Somar and said, "Hey! Somar, remember to bring your mother to my house to complain. I'm waiting for you."