I got Rudeus for my fifteenth birthday present.
It wasn't quite like we promised, but we belong to each other now.
So small...
But I'm always relying on him, never giving back.
I'm not worthy of Rudeus.
Eris...
What's that?
Who's there?
Isn't that...
Is that...
Ghislaine?
Stop practice!
Everyone to the Hall of the Now.
III
Mushoku Tensei
Jobless Reincarnation
Hey there, Ghislaine. Still alive and kicking?
It's good to see you again, Master.
I figured you'd be dead in a ditch by now, but you don't look half bad.
Now, who's that next to you?
This is my student, Eris.
I brought her because I want you to train her, Master.
Her?
I haven't got time for small fry like you!
How dare you speak to the master like that!
On your knees!
You're in the presence of the Sword God Gal Farion!
What has Ghislaine been teaching you?!
What did she come back with you for?!
Yeah! She needs proper discipline!
Take care of your students yourself!
Leave here at once!
Quiet.
I like the look in your eyes.
Who're you out to kill?
The Dragon God.
Dragon God Orsted!
The Dragon God?
You mean the Dragon God?
Ridiculous.
One of the Seven Great Powers?
What does she mean, "Orsted"?
As if anyone would dare challenge him.
Just about no one alive knows the Dragon God's name.
I see!
You're right. Compared to Orsted, I am small fry!
Well, well, well. So, you're out for his blood!
I can't believe I'm not the only one after him!
But you know, anyone can talk big.
Can you pull it off?
I will!
Fine. I'll see what you can do.
Why give the likes of her a chance?!
What?!
Gino, take her on.
Y-Yessir!
He's the youngest we've got.
Still wet behind the ears, but he knows his stuff.
Move to the center of—
What'd I tell you? Still wet behind the ears.
You're right about that.
Okay. Nina, you're next.
Yes, sir!
This time, wait until you face off first.
Nothing wrong with a surprise attack,
but show me what you can do after the signal, too.
I'll kill you.
Begin!
E-Enough!
Stop!
Is everyone here this soft?!
Y-You dare?!
Enough of your nonsense!
Are you trying to insult us?!
Know your place!
You call that swordsmanship?!
My bad. Guess I misjudged you a little.
I'll take you on.
You needn't trouble yourself, Master.
Allow me.
Don't panic. I'll go easy on you.
Hey, that's a nice sword you've got there.
That's gotta be the great Julian's work.
Don't ask me.
I got it from the Migurd.
Oh, okay.
I've got another Julian right here.
Here I come.
Magnificent!
Magnificently struck!
Magnificent!
Eris!
Eris...
Ghislaine, patch Eris up.
As of today, she's a Sword Saint.
Starting tomorrow, I'll teach her the blade.
Master!
Sword Saint is a title reserved for those who have mastered the Blade of Light!
That boorish brat has no right—
She took down two brats who have mastered the Blade of Light.
That's good enough.
B-But—
You don't get to be Sword God because you learned some special trick.
I don't get special treatment, and I am special,
so why should I make a big deal about you measly Sword Saints?
My humble apologies.
Is that all you've got?
Come on, you're in a fight. You think you have time to think about anything else?
Just empty your mind and swing your sword.
Empty your mind, swing your sword,
and when you get tired, sit, rest, and think.
When you get tired of thinking, get back up and swing your sword.
Does Ghislaine really know how to write?
She says so, but we've got no way to check, since no one here can read.
I bet she's lying.
Why would Dad train her?
Hey, you! You've got more talent for brawling than swordsmanship!
You can say that again!
Say something, Gino.
Eris, want to join in our group training for a change?
What?! Are you out of your mind?!
She's training directly under my dad, under the Sword God!
Doesn't that frustrate you?
I... I mean, I did lose to her.
Only because the way she fought was beneath the Sword God Style!
You'd be more than a match for her in a proper duel!
I don't know.
Swinging a sword sure is tough.
Ghislaine is faster.
Ruijerd is faster.
The Sword God is faster.
And Orsted is way faster than this!
Way faster...
How did the Sword God move, again?
Fingertips.
Shoulder.
That's not right.
Rudeus...
I'm still not even close.
Hello!
Anybody home?!
Hello!
Oh, good. Someone is here.
I am the North Emperor, Auber Corbe—
Move.
What's wrong with her?
You're in my way.
I am called Auber the Peacock Blade.
I see you are a practitioner of the Sword God Style.
If you would inform the Sword God of my arrival, I would be much—
I'm telling you to move.
That's enough.
Oh!
It's been too long, Sword God.
Good to see you, North Emperor.
I received your letter.
I was en route to your training hall, when this girl...
Never have I seen one so ferocious with a blade.
She's practically a wild animal—
Oh, is this the "Mad Dog" you mentioned?
Yeah, that's her.
Welcome back, Eris.
Master, why won't you teach Eris anything?
I did teach her.
How to do practice swings?
No, how to train.
You always told us to do everything rationally!
I sure did.
Then what are you doing with Eris?
What's rational about doing practice swings every day like it's all she knows?
It's been years, and she still can't perform the Blade of Light.
Why don't you teach her?
Since when have you been such a pain in the ass?
Since before I came back here!
Are you too good to listen to your master anymore?
But—
Ghislaine, I've got a few regrets about your education.
You were like a hungry tiger. Now you're a toothless kitten.
If you'd stayed how you were, you'd be a Sword Emperor by now.
I'm done pulling teeth.
I don't understand.
Why won't you train her?!
I can't help pitying Eris, the way you treat her!
Listen, Ghislaine.
If you want to surpass me, keep being rational, and you'll pull it off someday.
But she's got her sights set on Dragon God Orsted.
He's beyond reason.
What I can teach her will never be enough to beat him.
Look, Ghislaine, training isn't the same as practice.
And if you've got a goal, there's no point just following instructions.
Right?
You always talk in riddles, Master.
I don't get it.
Well, basically, she needs more than just lessons from me.
This guy will make a good start.
I am the North Emperor, Auber Corbett.
Some call me the Peacock Blade.
What's the North God Style want here?
The Sword God invited me.
He wishes me to instruct one of his students.
Why the North God Style?
Their underhanded tricks won't suit Eris at all.
The Dragon God will use them on her.
Just who is this Dragon God?
Hell if I know.
But he has every move in Sword God,
North God, and all the other styles down cold.
He'll counter any move she tries, of course, and he'll use them himself.
So, she'll never fight him on even footing unless she learns them, too.
I see. Then, you'll invite the Water God Style, too, at some point?
Yeah. I've already sent the letter.
Is that so?
In that case, North Emperor, make yourself at home.
Thank you, Sword King.
Much obliged.
Your ferocious welcome the other day gave me quite a thrill.
Allow me to test the Mad Dog's skill once more.
Begin!
I... I need to get stronger.
Strong enough to be sure I can stand level with Rudeus.
And who is Rudeus?
I'm the sword fighter. Rudeus is the mage.
Rudeus is...
amazing!
Would you look at that?!
A Blade of Light if I've ever seen one!
Her speed and power leave nothing to be desired.
Wow...
Yes, indeed.
You struck a truly brilliant blow.
Do you feel up to another round?
Of course!
Episode 1 Burn Bright, Mad Dog
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