Mushoku Tensei: Jobless Reincarnation Vol. 23 by Rifujin na Magonote

Author:Rifujin na Magonote [Magonote, Rifujin na]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: light novel
Publisher: Seven Seas Entertainment
Published: 2023-06-07T07:00:00+00:00

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We left the training hall to hear a cacophony of noises from deeper within the complex. Either Gino was battling other practitioners of the Sword God Style, or his sympathizers were doing their best to take down any would-be challengers.

Eris paused for a moment and glanced back over her shoulder. She folded her arms. Her legs were spread at shoulder-width as always, and her lips were pursed.

Did I do something to upset her? I wondered. She wasn’t even looking at me, though. Her eyes were glued to the training hall.

“What’s the matter?” I asked finally.

“It’s like I don’t even know this place anymore.” Her expression clouded with indescribable sorrow. It was rare to see this much emotion from her. Even when she gazed upon the desolated Fittoa Region, she’d remained undaunted.

Yeah, but she was prepared to see that, I reminded myself. This time she had returned to her old, familiar stomping grounds, certain that nothing would be different than before…and it was.

It had to be like graduating from high school only to return later on as an alumnus. You pop in to see your old club and of course the members and the adviser are different, but the atmosphere and the goals they’re striving toward have all changed, too. It’s then you get hit with the feeling that there’s no place here for you anymore.

Admittedly, I never took part in any clubs, so my knowledge about them comes from manga.

“Hm?” When I looked up, I noticed a man carrying two wooden swords, hurrying toward us from the inside of the training hall.

A challenger fleeing with his tail tucked between his legs, I presume? I soon realized he was wearing a uniform. He was a student here. Closer inspection further revealed that he was the same person I had called out to earlier, the guy who was shoveling the snow at the entrance.

“Miss Eris!”

He tossed one of the wooden swords at her. It came zooming toward her at an incredible speed, but she snatched it out of the air easily—a loud clap echoed as it smacked against her palm. He was back to settle a score. I knew it. She did do something here, didn’t she?

“Would you mind having a practice round with me?” he asked, instantly proving I’d been way off the mark.

Without missing a beat, Eris answered, “Sure. Come get some.”

I backed off of them so I could observe their match. I was honestly having a little trouble following what was going on. Conversation between Sword God Style practitioners were barely a series of grunts, and the actions that followed them were physical and abrupt.

Silence fell between the two as they each took up a stance with their wooden swords. Eris held her sword high while the student held his sword close to his center. I prayed that Eris wouldn’t go overboard.

“Shhk!”

In the next moment, a sharp inhale broke through the still air. The student’s form blurred. Eris chose that simultaneous instant to make her move. A metallic clang echoed.

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