Jobless Reincarnation: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Shockwaves rippled outwards from the main gate of Darius's residence, instantly blowing away hundreds of soldiers. The once smooth passageway was overturned like leaves, and the puddles on the ground were filled with scarlet blood.

The centurions at the front were thrown into the air and torn to pieces before they could even see the enemy. Their limbs and internal organs were cut into neat chunks of flesh and returned to the ground along with the dark red rainwater.

"Prepare the bows and arrows!"

"put!"

The centurion at the rear kept urging the archers to fire, but the hundreds and thousands of arrows that were fired were rained down and were shredded into dust by the turbulent air currents and flashes of the blades before they even hit the ground.

The leader of the magician corps, who oversees more than a hundred magicians on the mage's territory, received orders to disregard the capital's vegetation and focus on annihilating the enemy as the ultimate goal, allowing him to unleash holy-level fire magic.

At the command of the magician guild leader, accompanied by a chorus of incantations, the magic circles beneath the feet of over a hundred magicians on the magic field immediately lit up with a red glow.

"Burning spirit of light, son of the fire god descended from the heavens!"

"Light up my world, take away the darkness of the world, and let fragile creatures receive your baptism!"

"Forge the finest steel with the red carbon of God, showcasing your divine power, and let the firelight illuminate the entire world!"

"Ah! Fire! Burn everything, incinerate all evil!"

"Rain of Fire!"

As the chant ended, the dark sky after sunset was immediately illuminated by countless small fireballs, which gathered together and fell towards Darius's residence.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a dazzling light burst forth in mid-air, illuminating the entire capital as if it were daytime. At the same time, countless fireballs were shattered into pieces and dissipated into the air.

"Is this the water god...?"

The soldiers, who were continuing their charge, panicked and slowed down. Even the executioner's killing of several men failed to spur them to quicken their pace.

"That's a monster! A monster!"

"monster!!"

"hateful!"

Seeing the attack falter and hundreds of soldiers lose their lives in an instant, Stark angrily threw his riding whip to the ground, "More than ten thousand men can't even break through the defenses of a water god!"

Watching soldiers being blown into the air one after another by the rising waves, cut into pieces, and falling back to the ground; watching the rain of swords fired from the archery range being shattered in mid-air like flying ashes; watching the holy-level fire magic Rain of Fire, unleashed by a group of hundreds of mages, dissipate in the air like fireworks—Stark felt both fear and heartache.

Stark is the illegitimate son of the head of House Zephyrus and has been suppressed by the main family for more than thirty years of his life.

Finally, he was struck by the olive branch extended by the First Prince Gravel. With the First Prince's secret order, he killed the most promising heir to the family head, Maccanon Zeferos Grellat, and his family under the pretext of opium smuggling. He then obtained military power over the cities of Nebusu and Keharu, which were separated from the Milbots territory after the war against Rob. He led the garrison south to the capital.

The purpose was to gain military merit and Gravel's rewards after conquering Darius, thus acquiring the capital to compete for the family heir.

However, less than an hour into the battle, the army of over 10,000 men he had brought from the capital had already lost more than 2,000 men, and it was entirely the Zeferos family's army that was fighting.

Stark felt a chill run down his spine, wondering if he had been tricked by Gravel into becoming cannon fodder here.

At this point, he was caught in a dilemma. If he continued the attack, the consequences would be unimaginable if the army collapsed. But if he stopped the attack, it was still unknown how Gravel would deal with him. Not only would his chances of inheriting the family be zero, but he might also lose his life.

"What should I do...?"

Just as Stark was biting the dead skin inside his cracked lips, pounding his chest in despair, a white figure seemed to fly past him and rush into the front lines.

"Mr. Stark, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Following closely behind was a familiar voice, and Stark suddenly remembered this person: Rudeus!

At that moment, Rudeus was riding his galloping horse, closely following the white figure. Before Stark could even greet him, Rudeus had already rushed into the enemy lines and disappeared without a trace.

......

Izuru rushed forward, her sword flashing, dodging and weaving through the shockwaves coming from the front. In a short while, all that remained on the ground was the uprooted earth and the fragmented corpses of the soldiers blown into the sky.

Rudeus followed closely behind, using earth magic to deflect and neutralize the shockwaves coming from the front. A quarter of an hour later, they finally arrived at Darius's prime minister's residence.

At this moment, the mansion courtyard had been leveled by countless waves of swords. In front of the barely recognizable courtyard gate, a thin and slightly hunched old woman stood there. She was wearing a plain white Water God Martial Arts robe, and the sword in her hand was sheathed. In the blink of an eye, several shockwaves radiated outwards in all directions.

She is Leda, the goddess of water.

"Rudius, go and capture Darius."

Before Rudeus could even react, Izuru stepped in front of him and turned to say, "I'll deal with Master."

"Ok!"

Rudeus raised a high-level earth magic wall along the way to block the incoming shockwave, while the water goddess Leda swung her sword twice at Rudeus, cutting several gaps in the raised earth wall before letting Rudeus gallop into the courtyard.

Clearly, her target was her beloved student, Izoruti.

“Draw your sword, Izuru.”

The water god stopped attacking and gently drew his sword from its sheath. In an instant, time seemed to stand still around them. The arrows in the sky turned to dust the moment they were about to fly into the area between the two. Izuru looked around and saw that the area a dozen meters away from her was like a circle carved out by a knife. Things outside couldn't get in, and things inside couldn't get out. Once they touched that area, they would be immediately cut into pieces.

"The Ninth Form of the Peeling Sword—Peeling the Sword Realm..."

Izuru recognized this move. She had not only secretly learned it while peeking at the notes of the water goddess Reda, but had also tried it on Alice. However, this move put a great strain on the body, and it was difficult for a human body to maintain it for a long time. Yet, the water goddess Reda used a sword barrier that spanned tens of meters to create space for the two of them, which made Izuru's nose tingle with emotion.

She struck a pose reminiscent of the Water God, puffing out her chest and holding the sword in front of her, but her hands trembled uncontrollably.

The water goddess Reda slowly walked towards her, step by step, and Izuru's hands continued to tremble until Reda extended two fingers and placed Izuru's sword between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers.

"What? You talk about wanting revenge, but you don't have the resolve to face your master with a sword?"

Chapter 315: Obsession Against Obsession

Jobless Reincarnation Fanfic: Live Seriously Even Without Transfer Events [Chapter 315] Obsession Against Obsession

Chapter 315: Obsession Against Obsession

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"...Hoo...Ha...Hoo...Ha..."

Faced with the water goddess Leda, who had blocked her sword with just two fingers, Izuru's breathing became very rapid, as if she was recalling the scene when this old woman, who was more than forty years her senior, had taught her in the past.

Izuru was known as a swordsmanship prodigy from a young age. She was also cherished like a precious jewel by Reda, who was both her grandmother and her master. Izuru was never scolded or beaten by Reda. Izuru was also very obedient and never made Reda angry. She was always obedient to Reda and never went against her wishes.

But ever since Izuru returned to the capital with Albert's body, she no longer seemed to strictly follow the teachings and requirements of the water goddess Reda. She could not use the Water God Style, could not wield a sword, and spent her days drinking. Even her master's good advice went in one ear and out the other. She would also take every opportunity to sneak out. In the end, Reda had no choice but to swallow her pride and warn all the taverns in the city not to sell alcohol to Izuru anymore.

Unfortunately, Izuru later met Rudeus and gained a fixed place where she could drink regularly, making returning to the Suijin-ryu Dojo an optional choice.

But now, she is meeting her master again, but in this way.

"I've been teaching you the techniques of the Water God Style since you were little."

With a slight exertion of her fingertips, Leda broke the sword in Izuru's hand in two.

"calmly."

Immediately afterwards, Leda slid her finger and moved it to Isorti's chest in the blink of an eye. She bent her fingertip and pushed forward, sending Isorti flying with her sword.

Leda clearly didn't kill, and Izuru was well aware of this as well. She and her master, the water goddess Leda, were not even in the same league. She should have been dead the moment her master activated the Sword Realm Separation.

"Ping!"

Leda threw her sword in front of Izuru, and said gently and kindly, "Pick up the sword, Izuru. I'm going to give you one last lesson. How well you learn it is up to you."

"old lady..."

This time, Izoruti didn't call her master; she seemed to have grasped the meaning behind Mizukami Reda's words.

Looking at the sword thrown in front of her, she felt a change within herself without realizing it.

The silhouettes of my own growth kept replaying in my mind. The person who accompanied me from childhood to adulthood seemed to be the water goddess Leda. And why was I standing here with my sword drawn?

For Albert?

But, compared to the weight of Albert, can we really choose one over the other?

"Have you already wavered so quickly?"

Leda bent down, picked up the sword she had thrown in front of Izuru, and placed it beside Izuru. "Now that you've drawn your sword, don't waver. That's a swordsman's cardinal sin."

"Grandma, I...I'm starting to regret it..."

Izuru remained lying on the ground, her pristine white Suishin-ryu uniform stained with dust. Her throat seemed constricted, and her voice choked with emotion. "We...shouldn't we go back...? I...I don't want to lose you..."

"Once the arrow is drawn, there's no turning back, Izuru."

Leda slowly squatted down, gently patted Izuruti's shoulder, and forced a faint smile on her dry, wrinkled face. "My old bones will leave you sooner or later. I think, as a warrior, wouldn't it be the best thing to die on the battlefield?"

"old lady...."

Izuru raised her head, supported her upper body with her hands, and looked at the simple smile of the water goddess Reda, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong. I've never made you angry before. Please, please don't punish me like this, okay..."

She leaned on Leda's shoulder like a child, burying her face in her hands and weeping. Her resolve to avenge Albert, even against her master, seemed to vanish in an instant.

Unfortunately, life is a series of choices; choosing one side means giving up the other.

Sometimes life's lessons aren't just about imparting knowledge, teaching skills, or acquiring a technique; they can also be about personal growth. And it seems that this is exactly what Leda is going to teach Izoruti.

"Be good, Izuru."

Leda used her withered, thin hand to lift Izuruti's cheek, wiping away the glistening tears and streaks of tears, and looked in the direction of Darius's mansion: "Our meeting is because of my obsession with that guy. When I was young, I liked him. He was kind to me, and I have no way to repay him. In order not to regret my choice when I was young, please forgive me for being selfish this time."

"Grandma...I..."

With teary eyes, Izuru looked at Reda's wrinkled face, which looked much worse than before, and her skin was as dry as tree bark. It seemed that her actions after returning to the capital had made Reda look much older.

When Isorti's gaze met Reda's, she seemed to see the other's pleading and longing, but she didn't see Reda's disappointment in Isorti herself.

"Come on, Isorty, take up your sword."

A moment later, Leda handed the sword to Isorti again.

"Alright... please begin the lesson, Master."

Izuru didn't hesitate any longer. She picked up her sword, propped herself up, took two steps back, inhaled, then exhaled, and resumed the Water God Style stance, holding the sword in front of her chest with both hands, head held high and chest out. This time, her breathing and heartbeat were as steady as the surface of a lake.

She stared intently at Leda's movements, who picked up her sword sheath and also assumed the Water God Style stance.

“Izuru, this is the complete stripping away of the sword world, I will only teach it once.”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Reda remained unmoved, but Izuru seemed to be struck by slashes coming from all directions, relentlessly attacking her from head to toe. Forced into a passive position, Izuru could only desperately try to parry with the sword Reda threw to her, but each swing of the sword brought her immense pain.

After being slashed hundreds of times by her opponent, Izuru felt that she had only blocked a dozen or so blows, or even just a few. But she couldn't keep being attacked like that. She couldn't attack and defend from all angles like the water goddess Leda.

He could only recall his experience of secretly learning to detach himself from the sword world amidst repeated, almost numb pain.

"Stripping away from the sword realm doesn't mean you won't be attacked as long as you don't move your body. The flow of blood, the beating of your heart, even the surge of magic in your body—as long as the caster's senses are brought to their fullest potential, the stripping away of the sword realm can penetrate into every nook and cranny."

[Note: The Sword Realm Separation technique in the original work is not this powerful. This is a fan-made creation by the uploader and should not be taken literally.]

"Ninth Form of the Peeling Sword - Peeling the Sword Realm!"

Izuru screamed, her throat hoarse from being attacked countless times. All her organs seemed to have lost sensation, and she couldn't even feel whether she was still holding the sword. But a barrier of blade light seemed to form around her, slowly approaching Leda.

"Even after the Sword Realm is opened, it is not without weaknesses. No matter how bright the light is, there will always be a dark spot. That is the weakest point of the Sword Realm."

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The scabbard in Leda's hand grew shorter and shorter until Izoruti stepped into a space almost within reach of her, the two of them only a step apart. This was the place that the Sword Realm could not cover, the darkness under the lamplight.

“You did a good job, Izoruti.”

Having said that, Leda grasped Izuruti's hand and plunged the sword in her hand into her own chest.

Chapter 316: When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away?

Even without a transfer event, I will live earnestly in this Mushoku Tensei fanfic [Chapter 316] When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away?

Chapter 316: When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away?

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The horses galloped on the cobblestone path, and behind Rudeus, the sounds of fighting and carnage blended together. Gazing at the mansion ahead, Rudeus couldn't help but begin to ponder some questions.

Once Darius is killed, what else will happen?

Probably not.

Now that Prince Gravel has eliminated Darius, there should be no more worries about his succession.