After washing up in the morning and hurriedly eating breakfast, Roxy stood at the door and took a deep breath.
Roxy was in charge of the morning, and Zenith had come over early.
The tender and adorable child did not have many friends in the village. Fortunately, Roa had noticed early on; otherwise, she would have become a stray kitten bullied by others.
With Roa intentionally bringing them together, Zenith really enjoyed spending time with Rudeus.
He would have his foolish little brother begin his loli-raising project from childhood.
Roxy had seen a great deal of the world and seemed to have visited many countries. According to her, her hometown was on the Demon Continent, where the environment was harsh and there were many terrifying monsters. When she arrived in the Asura Kingdom, she was extremely envious of the people who possessed such fertile land.
Roxy began explaining the principles behind the formation of magic and the source of mana.
Finally, she began teaching them advanced magic.
Then she was astonished to discover that after only a few attempts, Roa had already learned how to cast magic. Even Rudeus and Zenith were barely able to manage it after a whole morning of training.
Roxy forcibly squeezed out a smile and murmured softly, "It seems it won't be long before you surpass me."
Roa and Rudeus exchanged a glance. It was obvious that their group had dealt a tremendous blow to the girl before them.
But Roa could not help it. It was all thanks to his damn excellent talent for magic.
Roa consoled her, "It's all right, Master Roxy. Rudeus is an idiot. You can still teach us for a long time."
Rudeus: ???
After a morning of practice, Zenith stayed behind to mooch a meal. At noon, Roa began his daily nap.
Roxy did not have the habit of napping. She went out to help the farmers cast rainmaking magic over the rice paddies.
During his free time, he took a look at himself in another world.
Playing a game.
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Roa fell into deep thought. This AI seems a little improper.
Can you explain why you're playing games?
"Big Brother Naoki, what are you playing?" Four-year-old Kazuto Kirigaya shifted his gaze to the boy's computer. On it was a terrifying, bloody, violent game.
Kazuto Kirigaya thought for a moment, then picked up little Kazuto Kirigaya and carried him over beside himself. On-screen, a middle-aged man holding a gun wandered around with three companions while zombies appeared around them from time to time. Kazuto Kirigaya had superb marksmanship and blew off their heads one by one. Although there were many zombies, the boy quickly cleared a path through them.
"Big Brother Naoki, you're amazing." Kazuto Kirigaya's eyes widened as he stared at the computer game before him, stars practically shining in them.
Kazuto Kirigaya's magnetic voice rang out. He asked, "Kirito, do you want to play?"
Kazuto Kirigaya tilted his head, not knowing why his big brother was calling him that, but he nodded and said, "I want to play."
And so, the big and little ones began staying home and playing video games.
In the Jobless Reincarnation world, Roa was so furious that he nearly shot into the sky. He cursed, "What the hell? You're neglecting your proper work! What kind of lousy caretaker is this?"
If you don't work hard, where will my wonderful future life come from?
No, this won't do. If you slack off, I'll slack off too. Let's all slack off and wait for the Dragon God to come say something heartfelt one day, then we'll all die together.
After thinking it over, he began issuing an order to his other self.
"Go study."
Playing games.
Oh? So the caretaker can't assign specific tasks? Does the other person do whatever they feel like?
But how could I possibly play games all night, damn it? Who are you looking down on? Roa isn't that unambitious, is he? At the very least, at the very least... well, he'd sleep for a while before getting up to play again.
Roa shut his eyes angrily and went to sleep.
Paul's afternoon sword-practice class.
"Idiot! What you're doing is 'step forward with a hey and chop down with a thud'! You're supposed to 'step forward with a hum and chop down with a swish'! Make your movements more nimble!" Paul pointed at Rudeus and shouted.
Rudeus wore an aggrieved expression. He said, "Who can understand you when you explain it so vaguely? What does 'step forward with a hum and chop down with a swish' even mean? Can you be any vaguer?"
Paul immediately became displeased upon hearing that. He pointed at Roa, who had split a rock apart with a single slash beside them, and said, "Then why can your big brother do it?"
"I—don't tell me you don't know about Big Brother's talent. You were the one who taught him, weren't you? It's obviously because Big Brother has better talent." Rudeus argued defiantly.
Paul put on an exasperated expression and deliberately rubbed his forehead. "I see. So your talent isn't good enough?"
Rudeus's face flushed red. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately remained silent.
Because Paul's words really did seem to make sense.
Fine, fine, everything is my fault. Rudeus felt deeply aggrieved.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a certain little boy smirking. Rudeus immediately lost his composure. He had to suppress Paul's arrogance, so he said, "Big Brother, say something! Look at how smug Paul is!"
"What? You actually called your father by his name? You're asking for a beating!" With that, Paul picked up his wooden sword and began smacking Rudeus with it.
Roa held his forehead and said helplessly, "Two idiots."
After giving Rudeus a beating, Paul turned his gaze to Roa. "Let me see how much you've grown recently."
Naturally, it was a sword match. Paul trained with everyone every day as their sparring partner.
Roa naturally did not refuse. He took a deep breath and held his sword horizontally before him. Paul raised his sword as well. His arms were thick and solid, and his hands were covered in calluses left by practicing swordsmanship.
After the two exchanged a signal, they attacked at the same time.
Their movements were identical. Both used an opening attack from the Sword God Style, with great force and even greater speed. The two wooden swords collided directly, producing a shrill clash. Paul was slightly astonished; he had not expected Roa to meet the attack head-on. He increased his strength slightly, only to see Roa narrow his eyes as the mana within his body began flowing through his blood and spreading to every part of him.
In almost an instant, the originally thin and delicate little boy's muscles bulged. Immense strength flowed through his entire body along with his blood. Roa breathed heavily, then raised his wooden sword and directly knocked Paul's sword back.
Rudeus and Roxy's mouths twitched violently. There was no other reason—the cute little boy had turned into a muscular beauty. His originally slender biceps had almost burst out, and the sight of such huge muscles on his young body looked completely bizarre.
Paul was also startled by Roa's transformation. But Roa's sword instantly swung out, the powerful wooden blade carrying a howling wind. Its speed was almost unbelievably fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Paul.
But in the next moment, Paul held his wooden sword horizontally to block. Then he grabbed with his right hand and seized Roa's sword-wielding arm. Under Roa's astonished gaze, Paul threw him backward in a back suplex.
Roa winced in pain and sat on the ground, clutching his butt. He angrily said, "Father, that's cheating! We agreed to have a sword match, so why did you use your hands?"
Paul's face reddened as he stammered, "That was a technique from the Water God Style. It was just a counterattack technique."
Paul was also astonished. This kid had been practicing for less than two years, yet his use of the sword had already forced Paul to employ a second sword style.
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