Mushoku Tensei: the Apostle of God

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Invisible dust particles floated in the air between the two, imperceptible to the naked eye.

[Six months of sword intent sheathed within.]

[The blade is drawn.]

[And with it, the King-tier.]

[Sword God Style proficiency has increased!]

[Sword God Style — King-tier.]

[Third Task — Respond to Ghislaine's Expectations — Completed.]

[Composite Task — "Have Your Cake and Eat It Too" — Completed! Task Reward: Mushoku Tensei Participation Score — 30 points.]

[Current Stage: Based on Rudeus Greyrat's Growth Arc (Tutor Period) — Cumulative Score: 90 points.]

The dust swirled briefly before dissipating.

Allen had already pulled Ghislaine to her feet. The two exchanged smiles. It was obvious that Ghislaine had been slightly distracted during her final strike—after all, who would shout the name of their technique while executing the Light Reversal? It was nothing more than a warning to Allen, but it had also made her technique imperfect.

This was the main reason Allen had been able to counter with his own Light Reversal, sending her flying into the air with overwhelming force.

The moment she had stepped forward, the explosive shout of her technique's name had slightly destabilized her core. Why did the Sword God Style have fixed stances? Because these secret techniques demanded extreme bodily stability. In the original story, during the Asura Kingdom's succession war, even the slightest hindrance—like the sticky red ink underfoot—had prevented Ghislaine and Eris from immediately executing the Light Reversal to kill the Peacock Sword Auber.

But this was already enough to astonish her.

Allen's Light Reversal was undoubtedly King-tier, even rivaling her own peak performance.

Not that Ghislaine was arrogant.

It was just that Allen…

Was too young.

He had just turned twelve.

A Sword King at twelve?

It was nothing short of unbelievable. A level of swordsmanship talent that could only inspire awe.

She looked at him and spoke.

"Though this might be improper to ask someone who's already received a title from the Water God Style's main dojo… I still want to ask."

"Would you be interested in visiting the Sword Sanctum with me? My master would surely take a liking to you."

Allen shrugged.

"Maybe another time."

Ghislaine shook her head helplessly, then both of them turned at the same time.

The morning mist behind them had been completely dispersed by the clash of their blades. The ground, scoured by the shockwave, now carried the fresh scent of damp earth.

Sunlight spilled across the courtyard.

Where Allen had stood earlier, the brickwork had fractured into a radial pattern, resembling a blooming flower.

Ghislaine twisted her sore wrist, her expression slightly awkward. Her tail, which had been wagging excitedly moments ago in admiration of Allen's talent, now stiffened.

"This… might be a problem. I'll need to call the gardeners to repair the grounds. Today's 'sword lesson' was productive enough—Eris should take some time to digest it."

She glanced at Eris, who was staring intently at Allen, then smirked and walked away.

Then, the lingering dust in the air suddenly surged forward, reappearing before Allen's eyes.

Allen showed no surprise, merely glancing at the system panel.

As expected.

[Mushoku Tensei Major Event Participation Score Increased!]

It was easy to guess where the system scores for the tutor period came from—Allen just hadn't actively sought or "farmed" them over the past year.

How could he earn points without deliberately chasing them?

Simple.

By treating people with sincerity.

Just like in the final months at Buena Village, even after maxing out his score, he'd occasionally receive affection from Zenith, Lilia, and even Aisha—who, as a baby, was acutely sensitive to kindness and malice.

As the saying went:

"If the mountain won't come to Muhammad…"

"Then Muhammad must go to the mountain."

This was Allen's chosen method for earning points during the tutor period—natural, not forced. Unlike his more "utilitarian" approach in Buena Village.

When the time was right…

The path would form itself.

[You have successfully ignited Eris's "desire," etching your figure deeply into her gaze. Reward: Participation Score — 5 points.]

[You have earned Ghislaine's admiration, proving your swordsmanship talent in her eyes. Reward: Participation Score — 5 points.]

[Current Stage: Tutor Period — Cumulative Participation Score: 90 points.]

[After a year of buildup, a massive harvest in just two days—jumping from 50 points straight to 90.]

[How does it feel?]

Allen narrowed his eyes, about to respond telepathically—

"Allen! Eris! Sylphie! I heard something explode upstairs! Are you all okay?"

Allen turned. Hilda's flustered figure rushed out from the mansion's entrance. Only after confirming Allen was unharmed did she visibly relax.

He smiled.

'It feels great.'

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"This hunting jacket suits you too, Allen. Though the shoulders are a bit narrow… Let me measure you."

"This shirt's sleeves are also a little short… The weather's getting warmer lately… You'll need to wear it soon."

After Ghislaine excused herself to help the gardeners, the morning's "casual" sword lesson naturally transitioned to Hilda's bedroom.

Around outsiders, her demeanor was restrained.

But once the maids were dismissed, she immediately pulled out clothes that looked roughly Allen's size, carefully comparing them against him and noting adjustments in a notebook.

She cherished this hard-won happiness. The moment she woke up, she'd retrieved the "figurine" she'd hidden the night before, confirming that the person and events she'd barely dared dream of weren't just an illusion. Only then did she exhale in relief, eagerly standing by the second-floor window to watch the "sword lesson" between brother and sister—something she hadn't seen in months.

Then she witnessed Allen and Ghislaine's duel in its entirety.

Hilda had no real sense of swordsmen's strength.

But she had been genuinely worried for Allen.

Which was why she'd rushed down the moment the match ended, making up an excuse to check on him.

Hilda held a white silk shirt against Allen, frowning slightly at the design. But before long, she paused.

She glanced up at Allen cautiously.

He was staring at the rack of men's clothing from various age groups, lost in thought.

"…Do you… not like these clothes?"

Allen blinked, meeting her gaze.

After a moment, he smiled gently.

"I like them."

"Thank you, Mom."

Nearby, Sylphie watched with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes curved in a smile.

Hilda, however, froze again—still not quite used to Allen's address. She instinctively glanced at the trees outside the window.

Just for a second.

Then she immediately looked back at Allen.

After a pause…

She only tilted her head slightly, murmuring:

"Allen's still growing…"

"I suppose… I'll have to make you more clothes."

Allen studied Hilda's still-thin face. The exhaustion that had clung to her since winter had vanished.

Last night, beneath the fireworks…

Something heavy had dissipated with that single word—"Mom."

Spring had arrived. All things were reborn.

The sickness in her heart…

Was gone.

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Footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The door slammed shut as Allen entered his room.

He walked to his desk, pulling out the letter that had outlined his tasks.

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Respond to Hilda's Expectations — Sylphie (scratched out) Sauros

Respond to Sylphie's Expectations — Roxy

Respond to Ghislaine's Expectations — Light Reversal

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He picked up a pen, blacking out the "task clues" at the bottom.

Then he wrote anew:

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Respond to Hilda's Expectations —

Respond to Sylphie's Expectations — Open Hearts, Trust, and Companionship.

Respond to Ghislaine's Expectations — Realized Talent, Admiration, and Growth.

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He stared at the words, brow furrowed.

Silent.

Silent.

Then, under Hilda's expectations, he wrote a long sentence.

Its meaning, however, was simple:

— I am not Hilda's child, but she is my mother.

His pen hovered, motionless.

The room was quiet.

Only the birds outside continued chirping.

The dust…

Swirled into view.

[Not bad. Using the original story's phrasing—very Mushoku Tensei of you.]

It floated past Allen's eyes, already accustomed to his indifferent expression.

[I don't want to ruin the mood, but with your tutor period score now at 90… Aren't you curious about the perfect reward?]

The words solidified. Allen ignored them, still frowning at the letter.

After a while, the system seemed to grow bored. The text shattered, then reformed:

[Current Stage: Tutor Period — Cumulative Participation Score: 90 points.]

[The chasm of the early years feels distant now. But I must remind you—the tutor period also has its final, most difficult step…]

'No! That's not it!'

The words froze midair.

Before the dust, Allen's expression shifted.

His furrowed brow relaxed. His lips curled into a smile.

Wider.

Brighter!

His pen moved like a blade—

Slash!

He crossed out the line of text and looked up, locking eyes with the system panel.

His mental voice was as sharp as his stroke:

'In this life—'

'I am Allen!'

'Allen—'

'Is me!'

His eyes gleamed like starlight, unwavering.

The system seemed stunned. After a long pause, the words shattered again—

Reforming. Merging.

Leaping from the air:

[You're not Hilda's child, but she's your mother?]

[No, Allen! You've always been you! This is your Mushoku Tensei!]

[You've achieved self-identity!]

[Tutor Period Participation Score Increased.]

[Current Stage: Tutor Period — Cumulative Participation Score: 100 points.]

[Congratulations, Host. Tutor Period—Cleared Perfectly, Two Years Early!]

The dust hesitated.

The words scattered.

Reformed once more:

[Perfect Clearance Reward Granted.]

[Ability — Persuasion.]

[Template Reference — ]

[The Human God.]

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