Reincarnation without a job, you have to live seriously even if you succeed in time magic

Everyone is looking forward to it.

however……

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"Ever since the unexpected death of Lord Water God's direct disciple Isaruti, the Water God style has not seen a true genius for a long time."

Outside the Yiyuan Dojo, in the courtyard where autumn leaves are falling.

Two figures were sitting at the low-legged table, drinking with each other.

"After Isaruti's death, the Water God never had any direct disciples, and the Water God style never had another genius as amazing as Isaruti."

A middle-aged man cursed and drank all the wine in the bottle.

"Asking her what to do, she just said it's not time yet. It's really ridiculous. Doesn't she understand how old she is?"

"Sooner or later, one day, she will be too old to wield the sword. Let's see who can still control this situation!"

He kept complaining about his dissatisfaction, which made Warif sitting in front of him smile bitterly.

"Lord Water God naturally has her plans, so let's not worry about it."

"Don't worry? Huh..."

"You drank a little too much."

The middle-aged man opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he shook his head and said nothing more.

But at this moment, his eyes inadvertently glanced at a golden figure in the dojo.

It was a graceful girl.

Her golden hair was tied high on the back of her head and tied into a kendo ponytail, and her loose training clothes couldn't hide her excellent and graceful figure.

Her handsome features are delicate and pink, and although she has a hint of childishness, her sudden seriousness often makes people ignore her age whenever she swings the sword in her hand.

"As a 13-year-old water god-ryu master, with such talent... maybe he is already qualified to compete with Isaruti?" the middle-aged man said drunkenly.

"She never let me down."

Warrif drank the wine in the glass, stood up, held the sword at his waist, and walked towards the blond girl.

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The sun gradually went down.

The dusk light passes through the eaves of the dojo and shines in

A trace of sweat slid down Liz's cheeks, and finally dripped from her chin into her slightly open chest.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and her slightly swollen breasts were rising and falling.

Her fair and tender face was slightly flushed, like a white and red apple, which looked a little alluring.

"Liz, watch your breathing."

Warrif's voice came from behind.

Liz's movements paused slightly, then quickly adjusted her breathing and continued to swing her sword.

The water god flow has five secrets that are widely spread.

There is no distinction between these five mysteries, but there are differences in the difficulty of mastering them and their use in actual combat.

If ranked according to difficulty, it should be:

Peel off, separate, break, break, flow.

What Liz is practicing at this time is the secret of "peeling" which is considered to be the most difficult to master.

"The key to the Secret of Peeling is to take away the opponent's ability to move and cover the opponent with the ubiquitous sword intent, allowing the opponent to counterattack no matter what they do."

Warriff pointed out: "When practicing this swordsmanship, you have to use an imaginary enemy as your opponent, so it is also called one of the most difficult secrets."

At the same time as he finished speaking, Warriff suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand and slashed at Liz from afar.

For an instant.

Liz, who was still concentrating on practicing her sword, suddenly acted like a reflex.

"Ding--"

Sword collided with sword.

Warrif's sword was blocked and unable to move forward.

"Very good." Warif nodded with satisfaction, "Although the movements are still a little immature, the awareness is already in place."

"When you fully master the secret of peeling, you will be a Water Saint level swordsman."

"Honestly, you are the genius I have seen second only to Isaruti."

Warriff was not shy about his praise.

However, Liz's reaction to being appreciated was very dull. Her aqua blue eyes did not even waver at all, and she just said lightly:

"It's all thanks to the teacher's guidance."

"Haha, what can I teach you? In three years at most, I'm afraid your swordsmanship will surpass mine... I'm looking forward to that day."

Warrif smiled helplessly.

A gust of evening wind blows.

The sun began to sink below the horizon.

The sunset covered the sky, casting a dazzling light on this bustling metropolis.

"Let's stop here today, I'll go back first."

"Yes, teacher, go slowly."

Liz watched Worif leave, then turned around and started packing her things.

At this moment, there was a burst of noisy footsteps from behind.

Then there was an annoying sound.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Liz?"

Liz frowned slightly and turned to look behind her.

I saw a group of half-sized figures walking towards this side, surrounded by a well-dressed young man at the head. The latter had a pleasant smile on his lips and looked at Liz with barely concealed desire.

Extra: The Story of Ars (5)

"Is Miss Liz ready to go home?"

"If I remember correctly, our journey home should be the same, right?"

"It just so happens that my servant is here to pick me up. How about I give you a lift along the way?"

The young man, surrounded by people behind him, walked over with his hands behind his back and his head held high.

With his slightly raised chin, the look he looked at Liz seemed a bit condescending.

"No need, Master Boris."

Liz looked away and said in a cold tone: "I prefer the feeling of walking to riding in a carriage."

The boy on the side couldn't help but said: "Hey, don't be ungrateful..."

"Forget it, forget it."

The young man known as Boris waved his hand and said with a generous smile: "Walking does feel good. If there is a chance next time, would Miss Liz be willing to take a walk with you?"

"Okay, as long as you can keep up with me." Lizzie said with a smile.

"Hehehe...Miss Liz still likes to joke so much..."

Boris twitched the corners of his lips and did not continue to pester. Instead, he waved lightly and walked away with everyone behind him.

After they were far away, the figure that had been hiding in the corner jumped out.

"Wow! Liz, why did you refuse Master Boris's invitation?"

The girl with blond curly hair and freckles on her cheeks looked at Boris's back with regret and sighed.

"What's so good about that kind of playboy?" Liz asked indifferently.

"Master Boris is the young master of the Laurist family. He is a noble! If he can be interested..."

Laika said enviously.

"You know that, right, Laika?"

Liz interrupted Laika expressionlessly.

"What I hate most are nobles."

"Okay, okay, then I won't say anything."

Laika shrugged, then quickly took Liz's hand and said with a smile: "Go home."

"Yeah." A smile appeared on Liz's somewhat cold face.

The two quickly packed up their things and walked out together.

Just as he was about to reach the door of the dojo, suddenly there was a sound of sword swinging from the side.

Generally speaking, Liz would not care about the practice of others except herself. She had always focused on improving her own swordsmanship and did not care about the progress of others.

It is precisely because of this undistracted attitude that we can make such rapid progress.

But this time, for some unknown reason, she turned her head and looked over.

"Shh-"

"Shh-"

"Shh-"