Mushoku Tensei: the Apostle of God

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"Not 'suited' for the me of a year ago."

Allen pointed at his own face with a single finger.

"Today's me."

"Will be strong."

As his words fell, outside the mansion gates, Sylphiette clenched her fingers, forcing herself to stay calm.

Believe in Allen. He wouldn't act without reason.

Moreover, last night before bed, Sylphiette had reflected on her correspondence with her teacher and cross-referenced it with Allen's actions over the past year. She suddenly realized that the stagnation in Allen's "desire" might have been partly her fault. When this thought first struck her, she had buried her face in her pillow, too embarrassed to lift it.

But her intuition told her that the seeds of this "issue" had likely been sown the moment Allen brought her to Roa.

Now, the "problem" had been perfectly resolved.

So, without a doubt—he would be stronger.

Stronger than he was a year ago!

Lady Ariel, her teacher, herself, Rudeus, Eris, Ghislaine—everyone's "efforts," everyone's "emotions," everyone's unwavering faith in Allen…

All of it was pushing him forward!

This time—

The blade would not break.

Even if Ghislaine struck with all her might, Allen would absolutely catch it.

Eris, meanwhile, watched Allen with raised eyebrows. His figure seemed to waver in the thick morning mist, yet in her eyes, it remained solid.

A flame waiting for its kindling.

——

Ghislaine stared at Allen for a long moment before her eyes suddenly burned with a fierce light.

She hadn't held high expectations for Allen's Light Reversal earlier—because in a duel between two practitioners of the technique, victory often came down to who struck first and whose blade was faster.

There were no second chances. Only an all-or-nothing clash of wills.

The one who landed their blade first would be the victor.

A single strike decided everything.

And yet, Allen had followed the same routine as the past few months, telling her to attack first.

So Ghislaine had assumed he was still relying primarily on the Water God style, with Light Reversal merely serving as a supplementary flourish within the gaps of his swordsmanship.

But now, it seemed that wasn't the case.

Because while Allen's mastery of the Water God style's fifth secret technique—"Sensing Flow"—was impressive, it shouldn't have been enough to intercept her Light Reversal, the full-powered strike of the Sword God style's sole King-ranked swordsman.

Which raised the question—

Why was he so confident?

Simple.

Because he knew he could block it.

Could it be…

Light Reversal?!

"...Allen, you never cease to amaze me."

"Then—"

She lowered her gaze.

Leaned forward.

Shifted her stance slightly.

Raised her hand, gripped the hilt, twisted her wrist—

And looked up!

As Allen's brow furrowed slightly, her voice exploded across the courtyard:

"Light Reversal!"

In that instant—

To Allen's hyper-focused senses, the morning mist seemed to freeze.

No—not the mist.

It was the blade that was too fast!

Could the wind hope to match Ghislaine's Light Reversal?

Could the slash's shockwave scatter the fog?

Yes.

But the mist was thick, churning and writhing in the courtyard, clinging like a viscous, semi-solid mass—

How could mere "light" disperse it?

How could it even be worthy of being dispersed by light?

The blade's radiance pierced the fog, tearing a massive void through it!

In Allen's perception, stretched to its limit, the white line of lethal intent had already reached his cheek—

And yet.

In that fleeting, lightning-fast moment—

Allen's pupils shifted.

The white trail of killing intent flickered within them.

It wasn't just reaction speed.

The moment Ghislaine's blade moved, the instant her killing intent surged—

He had already predicted where the strike would land.

His eyes moved with the blade's trajectory.

The concentrated white line reflected in his gaze.

He saw it.

The point of impact.

Right beside his face.

Close enough to be unmistakable.

A faint smile tugged at Allen's lips.

Ghislaine's earlier words still echoed in his mind, unshaken—

By conventional Sword God style logic, Light Reversal couldn't be blocked.

You either dodged its range or countered with another Light Reversal—a technique known as "Light Return," where you disrupted the opponent's strike before they could fully execute it.

But was that necessary?

Did he need to learn it?

No.

Allen wasn't a pure Sword God stylist.

If he could predict the killing intent—

Then he could cut down the incoming blade itself!

Why bother interrupting the initial motion?

As Ghislaine's Light Reversal arrived, within the inertia of thought—

Allen leaned in.

Raised his wrist. Lifted his sword.

His eyes moved—and his blade followed.

"I see it—so I cut it!"

A delayed strike—

That arrived first!

The Light Reversal he had been holding back—finally roared from its sheath!

A piercing metallic screech tore through the air, striking Sylphiette and Eris' ears. In an instant, their hearing vanished.

Allen could track Ghislaine's killing intent through his maximized Sensing Flow—but how could they hope to match his perception? How could they keep up with Ghislaine's movements?

In normal-speed vision, Ghislaine simply disappeared. The ground beneath her feet erupted, dust exploding into the air—

Before they could even process her movement—

The courtyard's mist swelled and collapsed in the same instant!

BOOM—!!!

A deafening shockwave erupted from Allen's position—the point where Ghislaine's Light Reversal had landed—visible to the naked eye as a ripple of distorted air!

The sound reached their ears only after the fact. Their eyes, instinctively narrowed from the mist rushing at their faces, barely had time to widen—

When a figure was hurled backward by the blast, crashing into the ground right in front of them!

At the same time—

CRACK!

A crisp, delayed snap echoed through the air.

The sound of a shattering blade.

Just like a year ago.

Sylphiette's expression flickered with disbelief. She instantly swapped the healing spell she'd been preparing for a wind spell, catching the figure tumbling toward them at the last second. Beside her, Eris' face paled as she whirled to look—

Both spoke at once:

"A—!"

And froze.

Sylphiette's expression shifted to surprise before she shook her head slightly. Seeing no major injuries on the person in front of her, she exhaled in relief.

Eris, however, stared in shock, her crimson eyes wide with disbelief.

Because the figure Sylphiette had caught—

Was a disheveled, stunned Ghislaine, barely managing to steady herself with her broken sword.

Eris' head snapped toward the epicenter of the blast.

The courtyard's mist swirled like a storm.

A light rain began to fall.

Wind threaded through the gaps in the fog, brushing against Eris' face, pushing her bangs aside.

Beneath her fiery brows, the flames in her eyes burned brighter than ever.

Her gaze locked onto—

A silhouette emerging from the haze.

A figure striding through mist and rain.

A hand brushing aside the lingering veil of vapor.

Fingers pushing back soaked, disheveled hair.

A face she had never seen before—one stripped of all its usual gentleness.

Arrogant. Sharp.

Eyebrows as fierce as her own.

Her brother. Her teacher.

The one she admired—the one she yearned to become.

Allen Boreas Greyrat.

As the mist and rain settled, the red hues of dawn slowly painted his features.

He walked up to Ghislaine, bending slightly at the waist.

Extended a hand—palm up—toward her.

And smirked.

Just like that rainy night a year ago.

Ghislaine should have been overjoyed for him.

But right now, all she could do was stare, dumbfounded.

A certain truth was making itself known in her mind.

Here.

Now.

The Sword God style no longer had just one Sword King.

Even if he hadn't been officially recognized.

Even if he wore no crown.

He was already a King.

After a long pause, Ghislaine finally smiled.

She placed her hand in his.

Some truths didn't need to be spoken aloud.

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Spring, Year 414 of the Dragon Calendar.

The youngest Sword King in the history of the Sword God style—

Was born.

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