Reincarnated User Manual

“I was right. Of course. The game system didn’t work, ugh. If it appeared, I could have bitten my tongue and fallen backward. Really.”

Shiron, after flinging his training weapon to the ground, wore a pleased and cheerful smile.

Coming to the training ground covered in mist was indeed the right choice. While the bedroom was a fitting place to experiment without others’ scrutiny, it definitely had its limitations.

Shiron glanced around the training ground, which resembled a pristine snowy field.

The field seemed like a useful space, and it was empty. This was fortunate, yet he couldn’t help but wonder why.

“I can’t quite understand. Even if the servants maintain tight security, there’s not a single guard or attendant following me. It’s good for me if they’re not observant, but still.”

He considered potential threats, like assassination or the presence of some lurking beast. Shiron then sighed and pushed away those thoughts.

The fresh air filled his lungs.

It was a feeling hard to describe with words.

The same went for swinging the sword on the snowy field.

After his transference here, he was elated to do something he hadn’t even done as a child.

Thanks to this, he could wield his training weapon with all his might until the sun passed overhead.

“Hey.”

?

As he was catching his breath for a moment, he heard a girl’s voice from behind him.

“…….”

Was he too engrossed in training? Or perhaps Lucia’s presence wasn’t noticeable. She was swinging her sword close by, but he forgot about her at some point.

‘Even if I was absorbed in training..’

Feeling a chill, Shiron rubbed his arms.

He might have continued without noticing if she hadn’t called out first.

Moreover, there was a crucial fact. Perhaps because he had come to his senses, Shiron reflected on his recent actions and coughed awkwardly.

His face felt hot for no reason.

“Hmmm.”

Shiron had expected to see a young girl giggling as he wielded his weapon, probably because he didn’t think he’d look sane.

As it turned out, Shiron was not wrong.

The first thing he noticed about her expression was the slightly narrowed brow, but it was far from the angry expression he remembered.

Lucia, his eight-year-old sister, looked genuinely concerned for him.

Even though Shiron knew she was a reincarnator, he couldn’t help but feel the vibe she gave off.

‘Damn, I’m getting too worked up.’

Come to think of it… Shiron was now shirtless. It wasn’t exactly something to be proud of, and he was a little embarrassed. He hastily picked up the clothes he’d dropped on the ground and put them on.

“Did you need something?”

After drying off and washing his face, Shiron asked Lucia this in a friendly voice. Lucia replied, desperately trying to maintain her composure.

“The… You know, how’s your head… how’s your body?”

“Yes?”

Lucia asked a strange question out of the blue. In response, Shiron had a question mark on his face.

“What?”

“Yesterday, I was so agitated that I… First, I want to apologize for losing my head.”

Lucia scratched her cheek as she spoke.

It was hard to make out the words in her jumbled sentences, but her intentions were clear to Shiron.

‘What, all of a sudden. You want to apologize?’

Shiron was dumbfounded. She had beaten him with all her might, and now she wanted to apologize?

“Why now?

The timing was a little odd, too.

She could have apologized in the hallway earlier.

Did she need to prepare herself?

Shiron nodded, though he could not know what had changed her mind.

He had just seen the way open up before him. The apology should be accepted. It would be weird to pretend he didn’t care or to reject her coldly.

“Ah, right. Thanks for the apology. So, could you move aside? I have some work left to do.”

“…….”

Work came first.

Shiron turned his eyes away from Lucia and tightly gripped the training weapon as he stood on the snow-covered ground. He didn’t forget to fill his mouth with a chunk of snow, gathered his strength, and swung the weapon with all his might.

“Huff!”

Vroom- Vrooom-

What he held in his hands were a staff and a mace.

It wasn’t a thoughtless decision to randomly pick a training weapon. Just a bit ago, he had swung a dagger and a spear, maintaining the sequence and just swinging earnestly.

Sword, spear, mace, dagger, shield, staff.

It was very easy to utilize the knowledge from a game he had played hundreds of times. Little did he know that the numerous times he had played out of sheer stubbornness would come in handy like this. Shiron, catching his breath, continued swinging the training weapon.

‘The center of gravity that used to sway every time I swing has somewhat stabilized. I can’t believe I’m improving my proficiency with a training weapon like this. It’s really something.’

When was the last time he felt such a pleasant sense of achievement?

He felt slightly disappointed that he couldn’t see his achievement status with his eyes, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Constant feedback for his effort.

Just realizing that the game system was definitely being applied now was a huge gain.

But that was only Shiron’s thought.

“What are you doing right now?”

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“What are you doing right now?”

About an hour into his focused training, Lucia asked this question. Shiron stopped his ‘work’ and turned to face her.

“Can’t you see? I’m training.”

Surprisingly, the reply came without hesitation. She objectively thought it was a clear and straightforward answer; the young boy in front of her, with his black hair tossed back, smiled brightly.

…What? Lucia opened her eyes wide and slightly opened her mouth.

Shiron’s attitude was confident as if he had answered correctly. Lucia was the one who asked the question, but Shiron’s response was more confusing than enlightening.

“Training? What’s that?”

“Yeah, right. Training. Are you interested?”

Shiron extended the staff and mace he held in his hands to Lucia.

He judged that teaching her at least a bit of ‘work’ would be morally right.

Considering various factors, it would be easier to clear the game using her than by Shiron stepping up himself. So, it would be better if she got stronger sooner. Apart from the bad memories, hindering her growth would surely not be a bad move…

His experience from playing repeatedly screamed that this method was more efficient than any other.

“Just a moment.”

“?”

However, no matter what kind of coincidence there was, Lucia could not have known such a fact.

“What did you just say? Say it again.”

“What did I say? I asked if you’re ‘interested’.”

“No, before that.”

“Training?”

“Yes!”

Lucia clenched her fist and trembled. She had lived her whole life as a martial artist. Shiron’s absurd answer lit a fire in her heart.

“That’s not… That’s not training. I’ve never seen or heard of such training in my life.”

“What are you talking about? How long have you lived?”

Shiron was not unaware that Lucia was a reincarnator. However, he didn’t want to flaunt the fact that he knew her secret. He wanted to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings.

So, Shiron chose to point out the flaws in her statements.

‘I understand why Lucia, who has reached the remarkable state of being a Sword God, can’t accept this method.’

However, just because he understood didn’t mean he had to agree. He believed he knew better since he had an overwhelming amount of information compared to a mere character in the game’s story. Shiron decided to deliberately ignore Lucia’s opinion.

“Anyway! Wildly swinging a club is labor, not training! Proper training is about refining the body and mind, becoming one with nature, and confronting the ultimate martial arts!”

“You’re saying some difficult things.”

“…!”

Thud-

Lucia stomped her foot.

She was so frustrated that she felt like she would go crazy. This kid was… annoying. It was a bit embarrassing for her to admit, but discussing the absurd excuse for training in front of Kyrie, who had been known as the Sword God, was unthinkable. What would her peers think if they knew?

‘Keep calm. He’s just a kid. Kids can mistakenly think they know everything.’

Lucia tried to calm her excitement and organize her thoughts.

She couldn’t reveal her identity now.

She was currently an eight-year-old girl. So, she couldn’t blame Shiron for his reaction. If she were in the same situation, she might have reacted like Shiron.

However, she couldn’t give up.

This kid had fainted from her untrained blow. And, if those claiming to be her descendants were from the same family?

Claiming to be descendants of the Sword God with such mediocre skills. Lucia was afraid of what disgraceful situations could arise if the boy went out and got hit somewhere. She simply couldn’t let it pass.

‘The reputation of a “Descendant of the Sword God” isn’t a big deal.’ She could already hear the infuriating comments. So, she had no choice but to discipline the boy.

‘Right. If I give up now, it’s not like me. After all, heroes don’t tolerate injustice.’

‘Even if he gets hit by me, I’ll train him enough so he won’t get hit by others.’

Lucia was determined to convince Shiron.