Mushoku Tensei: the Apostle of God

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"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

The customary farewell had shifted from "See you tomorrow" to this softer closure. Yet neither hand turned the doorknob.

Midnight loomed outside the classroom door. Allen and Sylphie stood silent before the wooden barrier, the weight of unspoken words between them. Sylphie's fingers absently traced the faint curve of her abdomen—not yet swollen with life, but tender from the evening's emotional feast.

Two hours prior, Hilda had wept into Allen's shoulder before murmuring through tears:

"...You must be starving. Should I ask Aria to bring supper? You barely touched your plates tonight..."

"...To go hungry over such matters..."

"...Won't do at all."

What followed was an impromptu family supper in Hilda's chambers—no apologies, no more tears, just warm bread and warmer memories. They spoke of first impressions, of Buena's rustic meals versus Boreas' delicacies, of everything except the ghosts that had haunted them.

Eris sat apart, her crimson eyes flicking between Allen and the figurines on Hilda's dresser. The girl who'd once seen him only as a teacher now grappled with blood-deeper truths. Rudeus' whispered interception ("Come see Allen's 'big moment'!") had led her to witness something far more profound—

The rekindling of a fire.

Not just in Allen's swordplay, but in his eyes. A flame that mirrored the one now kindling in her own gaze.

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"Eris seemed... different tonight." Sylphie's hand lingered on the doorknob, searching for excuses to prolong their first night as lovers. "Should we—"

Allen's palm settled atop her head, fingers threading through moonlit hair. As she relaxed into his touch, he nodded toward his door.

"I don't want to be alone either. Stay awhile?"

Her breath hitched—until the empty space before Rudeus' quarters registered. Memory flooded back: his lecherous grin as he'd excused himself ("Two noble ladies invited me for... discussions"). The implications burned her ears scarlet.

"NO!"

The door slammed behind her fleeing form, leaving Allen blinking at the vacant hallway.

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Alone at last, Allen exhaled against his own door. The candle's guttering light caught the sheen of the blade leaning against his desk—untouched for half a year.

Thrum.

A flick of his fingernail sent vibrations singing through the scabbard. No steel met air, yet the very shadows trembled.

[Oh? Ready at last?]

His fingers curled around the hilt.

'No practice swings.'

[Not even to gauge your progress?]

'Unnecessary.'

The smirk in his mind mirrored the one on his lips as he recalled that shattered blade from a year past.

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Dawn mist coiled through Boreas Manor's courtyard like living smoke. Through its shifting veils, Ghislaine discerned two silhouettes atop the entrance steps—Eris and Sylphie—before sensing the third presence.

Allen leaned against the gatepost, dew-kissed hair framing eyes sharper than any blade.

At his hip hung the sword.

Ghislaine's pupils slit with anticipation.

"Rudeus asked me to swap lessons today."

Her tail twitched at the weight in his tone. "So the day has come." She eyed his stance—no guard, just effortless readiness. "Will you show me the Lightning Strike?"

Allen's thumb brushed the tsuba. "With a request."

His index finger rose, not toward her, but to his own throat—first hovering where her blade would land if she held back, then pressing where it should.

"Strike true. No restraint."

Ghislaine's ears flattened. A year ago, this boy had barely grasped the Silent Strike. Now he tracked killing intent like a veteran.

"Your Water God style has grown teeth," she growled.

"Because I finally see clearly." The finger shifted upward, tapping his temple. "Holding back insults us both."

Eris' sharp inhale cut through the mist as the combatants took position. Five paces apart, the rising sun set their shadows dueling before steel ever crossed.

Ghislaine's hand found her hilt, adopting the very draw-stance that had once shattered Allen's sword.

This time, the air itself held its breath.

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