Finally, I Got Transmigrated Into Another World!

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Tristan arrived at Gideon's room.

Knock, knock.

"Brother Gideon, it's me, Tristan."

He heard hurried footsteps approaching the door.

"At your service, Master. Gideon is here," Gideon said, standing straight and saluting Tristan.

Seeing this, Tristan felt embarrassed and said, "Brother, enough with this master-disciple charade. How about we become true rivals instead? They say having a rival pushes you to grow much faster."

"Really? Where did you read that? I've never come across any book that says so. I've read every book in the academy's library and the Roussanne family library," Gideon replied, his face filled with curiosity.

Tristan thought to himself, "Damn, I didn't expect this kid to be a genius who's already read all the books in the library. I need to come up with an excuse."

Clearing his throat, Tristan said, "Ahem… Of course, you wouldn't have read it, Brother. That book was written by my father, the Sword King, and hasn't been published yet."

"Perfect. That's a solid excuse. I'm so clever," Tristan thought smugly.

"Ah, I see. If that's what the Sword King says, then it must be true. And since you're his first disciple, that makes me the second, indirectly," Gideon responded earnestly.

He straightened up again and gave Tristan another respectful salute. "Greetings, Senior Brother."

Tristan shook his head, sighing inwardly, "This kid just doesn't get it. Fine, whatever."

Out loud, he said, "Alright, but remember this, Brother. You must never tell anyone you're learning swordsmanship from me, not even your closest friend. Let them speculate how you've become so strong, okay?"

"Understood, Senior Brother!" Gideon replied enthusiastically.

"Alright, First Junior, follow me to the training field. It's time for our evening practice," Tristan said, reluctantly playing along with Gideon's senior-junior game. Despite his grumbling, he couldn't deny that he secretly enjoyed it.

The two headed to the training field for their session. When they arrived, Tristan spotted the knight he had defeated that morning. Choosing to ignore him, Tristan walked past without a word.

The knight, however, noticed him and quickly approached.

"Ahem…" the knight began, clearing his throat.

"What now, Sir Knight?" Tristan asked curtly, his tone sharp.

The knight froze, and the training ground grew quiet as all eyes turned toward them. Tristan sighed and added, "If you have nothing to say, I'd like to get on with my training."

Suddenly, the knight raised his voice. "I, Hauler Ebonaire, apologize for my rudeness this morning. I humbly ask for your forgiveness and a chance to redeem myself."

With that, Hauler bowed deeply to Tristan. The other knights watching sighed in relief, murmuring among themselves.

"Thank goodness he apologized. If not, who could stop that kid from thrashing him again? Even Lord Lucien only managed to fight him to a draw!"

"You're right. But Captain Hauler truly has a big heart and remarkable humility."

Hearing the knights' remarks, Tristan sensed Hauler's sincerity. His expression softened, and he replied gently, "Very well, Uncle Hauler. I accept your apology, and I'd also like to apologize for being disrespectful earlier."

Tristan bowed his head in return.

Hauler, touched by Tristan's humility, felt admiration growing in his heart. "This boy truly has the spirit of a noble knight," he thought.

"Thank you," Hauler said earnestly. "If I may ask, there's something I'm still curious about."

"Ask away, Uncle Hauler," Tristan replied with a warm smile.

Hauler hesitated, then said, "If you're already this strong, why do you focus so much on practicing thrusts and stabs? It puzzles me."

Tristan thought to himself, "Why is he confused about that? Of course, it's to improve my skills."

He then replied, "Hmm, I'm focusing on improving a skill that's still at a low level. Coincidentally, that skill involves thrusts and stabs, so I've been concentrating solely on those moves."

Hauler's confusion deepened. "Thrust and stab skills? is it possible that you have those skills?" he asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I have them. I acquired them while fighting goblins, using a spear for thrusting and a small dagger for stabbing," Tristan explained, equally perplexed by Hauler's reaction.

Before Hauler could respond, Gideon interjected. "Umm, Senior Brother, that's actually impossible. No one can possess skills belonging to two separate job classes at the same time."

"Skills from two job classes? I don't understand. Could you explain, Junior Brother?" Tristan asked, now just as confused.

The people in the training field, who had already been watching with interest, grew even more bewildered. Their curiosity spiked further as they noticed Gideon, the son of their lord, addressing someone far below his social rank as 'Senior Brother.'

Gideon began explaining, "Senior Brother, you do know that everyone has a specific job class, right?"

"Yes, I know," Tristan replied.

Gideon nodded and continued, "Each person's job class comes with inherent skills tied to their profession. For example, mages typically have specific job classes like Water Mage, Fire Mage, and so on. As their job name suggests, they can't use magic outside their specialization. However, there are special cases where they can manipulate multiple elements."

"Take my job class, for instance. I'm a Grand Mage, which allows me to control basic elements like fire, wind, water, and earth, but not advanced ones like lightning, sand, or ice."

"The same principle applies to close-combat fighters. They can't use skills from other job classes. For instance, a Swordsman cannot use weapon skills meant for a Spearman, though they can still train with other weapons to improve their general proficiency."

"But you, Senior Brother," Gideon paused, his expression serious, "you can use thrusts, which belong to the Spearman job, and stabs, which are the domain of an Assassin. That's why we're all so confused."

Tristan asked curiously, "Is it possible for someone to have two jobs?"

"It is," Gideon replied. "Once they reach the required level to unlock a second job. Take Duke Crimsenne, for example. He started as a Swordsman but, after reaching a certain level, he obtained a second job, Grand Mage, like me."

Tristan interrupted, "Wait, hold on. Sorry to cut you off, but how can a Swordsman acquire a second job as a Grand Mage?"

"Well, Duke Crimsenne was deeply passionate about magic. He read almost every magic book available. He unlocked the Grand Mage job after studying a book titled The Best Defense Is Attacking. That incident caused a kingdom-wide uproar, and everyone rushed to buy the book," Gideon explained.

Hearing this, Tristan's thoughts wandered. "Wait a minute… isn't that the book my mother wrote? I can't believe her random musings ended up giving a Duke the Grand Mage job."

He chuckled internally before saying to Gideon, "I see. That explains why you're so eager to learn swordsmanship."

"Exactly!" Gideon replied enthusiastically. "I want my second job to be Swordsman, so I can become a Magic Swordsman like Uncle Gran Ciyane and Duke Crimsenne." His face lit up with admiration as he mentioned the two figures.

Then, with an intrigued expression, Gideon asked, "So, what's your job, Senior Brother?"

By now, everyone's curiosity was piqued. Even Lucien, Brady, and Rowen, who were passing by, stopped to listen.

"Umm… my job is…" Tristan started to answer but paused to reconsider.

All eyes and ears were focused on him. After a brief moment of silence, he smirked and said, "It's better if I don't tell. A wise person once said, Your greatest weapon is the world's ignorance of your true strength."

The crowd collectively slumped in disappointment.

Tristan clapped his hands together. "Alright, let's begin our training session, First Junior."

Though still disappointed, the onlookers returned to their tasks and practice routines.

"Yes, Senior Brother," Gideon replied weakly.

"Haha, don't sound so down, Junior. One day, you'll know what my job is, but right know you must be understand why I keep my job a secret," Tristan said, trying to lift Gideon's spirits.

"You're right, Senior Brother. Let's get started," Gideon said, his enthusiasm returning.

Tristan began training Gideon with a structured routine. They started with warm-ups, followed by strength exercises, flexibility drills, and laps around the training field to build stamina. Afterward, they took a short break. During this time, Tristan shared some of his father's swordsmanship theories.

"This swordsmanship is called 'Ultimate Swordsmanship'" Tristan explained. "As its name suggests, if mastered properly, it's a technique no other swordsman could rival."

Gideon's eyes sparkled with excitement at the thought of learning such a technique.

"I'll outline what you need to train daily, both in the mornings and evenings, until I leave you for independent practice," Tristan continued. "As we've done today, the first thing you need to focus on is flexibility. You must condition your body to be extremely supple so you can respond to any attack, regardless of the angle or position. That's why stretching every part of your body is essential. Remember what I taught you and practiced earlier."

"Yes, Senior Brother!" Gideon responded eagerly.

Tristan carried on with his explanations, and Gideon listened with unwavering focus, soaking in every word.

Meanwhile, in Lucien's office, the man sat by the window, gazing at Tristan and his son as they trained.

"If only I were stronger," Lucien thought bitterly. "I could give Tristan the freedom to live as a boy his age should. Forgive me, Alinda. I can't even protect your only child."

Tears rolled down Lucien's cheeks as he clenched his fists tightly.

"No matter what it takes, I must convince Duke Crimsenne to protect Tristan—until he becomes strong enough to follow his own path, free of interference."

Resolving himself, Lucien's expression shifted, determination shining through his grief.