Leon Greyrat: The Second Son - Mushoku Tensei OC

Chapter 7 - Second Magician

— Leon Greyrat —

"Atta boy! Put some more oomph into it!"

Dodging Paul's obvious thrust, I pressed my back foot against the ground before launching towards his open chest as I swung my sword from the side.

Thwack!

But before it could reach him, he twisted his blade just in time to parry me.

"Hehe. Nice try, but it'll be a while before you can hit me," he mocked. "But don't worry! Even if you did get me, it's not like it would hurt much!"

Dammit... this guy really knew how to get under my skin.

That must be due to the Water God style's provocation techniques... or maybe it was just him and his normal annoying self.

Leaping back, I raised my sword once again to defend against any strike he sent my way, but instead, Paul simply rested his sword against his shoulder while stroking his chin in thought.

"Hmm... know what? I think at this point, you can call yourself a Beginner swordsman," he said with a grin.

"Really?" I asked doubtfully.

While my skills have definitely grown over these past months, I still have yet to hit the guy, after all.

And I was worried he was just teasing me again.

"Yep! While you're still weak, that's just because you're a kid and because you're fighting me. With a real blade in your hand? Yeah, I could see you putting up a fight against a swordsman. Especially with your skill in parrying," he answered.

As he said, while I didn't care for any particular style, I found the Water God techniques a bit easier to learn as the art of parrying didn't need much strength to perform.

"Well... that's great then. Which style am I a Beginner in?" I asked.

"All three of them! I mean, there's not much of a difference between the three at the Beginner rank, since you're just learning the basics. But now that you got them down, I can start showing you some cooler stuff!" he exclaimed.

Ignoring his childish antics, I looked down at my wooden sword and the hand, which was previously so smooth, that was now covered in callouses and blisters.

It seems like the hours spent swinging my sword and training my body weren't for nothing.

I'm glad.

"What? Are you worried about how worn out your hand is now? Don't worry, my son! That's just proof of your dedication. And besides... women really like that rough texture in bed, you know~" he said, making a beckoning motion with his fingers.

Gross.

I hated that I knew what he was referring to, and I hated it even more that I could hear the moans of my mother every night, likely due to said actions.

Damn this cursed knowledge of mine.

My lips curled into a frown, "...I'm telling Mama you said dirty things."

"Hah? You wouldn't! This is something to keep between men, you know!"

Then you should keep it that way, and not tell it to innocent little boys like me.

"Just don't infect Rudy with your... Paulness. I might have the mind to not follow your example, but he's young and impressionable. I've already caught him stealing panties from the laundry more than once," I said, shaking my head.

"That's my son!" Paul said proudly.

"You're not helping..." I murmured sadly.

Turning away from his annoying smile, I took in the beautiful scenery.