Why can't every anime be cool like Mushoku Tensei?
Why can't every anime be cool like Mushoku Tensei?
I love shounen arcs of MT so much
In my left hand, a sword.
In my right hand, a sword.
With these, mine arms, countless live I shall claim, and a hundred million deaths I deliver!
That’s some kiddy shit.
The really chuuni was his dad from subjugation of kdk which Rifu wrote before MT kek:
Al is refering to k2.
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Shaina was in awe, she had seen through that Al(K2) was quite skilled, but never could she have imagined that he would be coercing a king dragon king.
As for his school, she had a dejavu of how Al moved his scabbard before, it’s no surprise that she managed to figure it out since she’s a north god practitioner and that technique was one of the hidden arts of the style. Drawing your sword with the right hand at the same time moving the scabbard with the left not letting an opponent a single opportunity of counterattack and going as far as returning the sword to the scabbard. One of the fastest drawing techniques. The 20-fold draw.
Furthermore, Al mentioned a crowned technique reigning at the top of the north god school.
Incurable Wound
The north god style as the name implies is a school that is said to have been left behind by North God Kalman. However , it’s no longer related to the original school and rather than swordsmanship it’s more like a way of life, a way to fight is what’s now the nucleus of the style. And even the techniques that Shaina uses are not that of the North God but simply those of the later generation of swordsmen inspired by the ideals of the North God.
But, the Incurable Wound North God Style is completely different. A fable like swordsmanship that the North God is said to have passed down on a certain Demon King.
According to the epic of the North God, that is the swordsmanship that defeated an immortal demon king, but another legend says that it’s a swordsmanship that was bestowed upon the immortal demon king by the North God. Because it’s used by the demon king it’s also called the immortal king swordsmanship. A swordsmanship perfectly symbolizing the inconsistencies of the north god epic"
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According to one more legend, incurable wound is simply an imitation that immortal demon king later created imitating the original style used by the north god that defeated her.
Whichever the case, if the so called public north good school is an imitation of the North God’s way of life, then incurable wound is an imitation of his actual techniques.
A swordsmanship which people doubt even exists. Nobody has ever seen it and yet in every folklore the way it’s described is the same: “Wound inflicted by that sword is incurable” the meaning is the same everywhere, one stroke and certain death.
Okay, but now check this:
EVER SINCE I WAS LITTLE, I dreamed of being a hero. Old tales from
my father and my grandmother were my inspiration there, as you might’ve
guessed. From my father, I heard the legend of North God Kalman, the
little-known champion. From my grandmother, I heard the legend of the
fearful demon king named Atoferatofe. Together, it was the tale of a
champion and a demon king. A demon king was born powerful, was a ruler,
and had no peer when it came to viciousness. A champion was born weak
but overcame many trials to strike down the vicious demon king. North God
Kalman and Atoferatofe embodied this idealized pairing. My father told me
how precious that connection between champion and demon king was.
North God Kalman the champion wasn’t strong, by any means. Possessing
slightly more skill than most, he’d set up his own school, but he was still
never anything more than a commonplace warrior. Despite that, he waged a
hopeless war for peace. That was the sort of era it was. He couldn’t have
lived with himself otherwise. The only reason they called him a hero was
because he faced the final battle and survived it. No one would have
remembered his name if he hadn’t. Having said that, the fight—the Laplace
War—was such a terrible war that just surviving could be counted as an
achievement. Many people fought and died ugly deaths in that war. Human,
beast, elf, dwarf, halfling, or demon, they all died. That meant everyone
who survived was great, or so my father said. He told me it was a time
when you needed all your strength and your wits just to survive. My
grandmother seemed to agree with him. My grandmother didn’t die in the
battle, but she was sealed away partway through. “What would you call
those who achieved the great feat of ending the war in such an era, if not
heroes?” my father would say passionately.
My favorite story was a different one. A different hero with the same
name: the tale of the Second North God Kalman.The second Kalman set
off on a journey to make the name of North God Kalman, a true champion,
known throughout the world. In his travels, he helped people and defeated
great enemies. He wasn’t righteous, not by any means. He wasn’t resolved
to help people or snuff out evil. It just so happened that he ended up helping
people and nations. He earned the gratitude of many, but he fought only for
the name of North God Kalman…and by the same token, to show off his
own strength. He had no reason to fight, nor any demon king to slay. He
fought only for himself. And ultimately, he became known as the greatest
warrior.
Yes, there was a time when no one disputed that Second North God
Kalman was the greatest warrior alive.
He managed to pull that off. Because
of that, I thought that he really was a hero. He was the coolest person in the
whole world, so I looked up to him. My father told me I wasn’t to be like
the second North God. He only told me the story because it made me happy.
He wasn’t proud of it, not in the slightest. If anything, my father heaped far
more praise on the First North God. “He was really amazing, really noble,”
he’d say
It was the Second North God who stayed with me in my heart. It was
the Second North God who I wanted to be like. Lying in bed before I went
to sleep, it was he who I imagined becoming. I’d fight like the Second
North God and eventually become a hero.
When I realized I had a talent, my dreams grew closer to reality. I had
a knack for sword fighting. So strong was my grasp of sword fighting that I
sensed my own great potential. Because of that, I thought—without basis, it
turns out—I could defeat the Second North God. I should have been able to.
I put everything I had into it. I had more than enough potential.
So why did it end up like this?
Now, total darkness covered my vision. My body was being squeezed
hard and there was a ringing, like when you cover your ears with your
hands. My limbs wouldn’t move at all, and my awareness was hazy. The
pressure on my body hurt. If I weren’t me, maybe I’d already have been
crushed to death. I couldn’t do anything, not even twitch. It was agony to
breathe, but my body was tough. I could tell this wasn’t enough to kill me.
Maybe because I couldn’t move, my thoughts wouldn’t stop racing.
I once heard the story of how my grandmother was sealed away. My
grandmother was a brute, and people of her race didn’t die easily, so she’d
been sealed away numerous times. My father liked to say he’d seal me
away if I was naughty. They’d have my grandmother tell me about the time
she spent sealed away. Grandmother told the story with a scowl.She said she got better at talking, but she lost the use of her body and
the power of speech. Her thoughts grew dull and her usual urge to wreak
havoc was forcibly suppressed. She said it was absolutely humiliating. I bet
she felt just like I did now.
SCHIZOLEK is just built different.
I lost.
I lost to the follower of Dragon God Orsted, “Quagmire Rudeus.” I
never should have lost to such an opponent. Rudeus was a fainthearted, lilylivered, spineless rat. The sort to surround himself with safety nets. A guy
who couldn’t take a fight. He thought he was so clever, when all he had was
low cunning. He was the type to be so overconfident in his own plans that
he got sucked into them and died.
…No, that’s not right. He was spineless, but he wasn’t without
resolve. He showed me that at the end. He came out and fought. He fought
me one-on-one. I was gravely wounded, but even then, the odds were in my
favor. He must have known that, yet he still stood up to me. He knew
getting that close could be fatal, but he stood tall and struck true. I didn’t
think he had it in him. I misread him, and lost because of it. I had to admit
that.
Rudeus Greyrat was a warrior. Maybe it was guys like him who were
the real heroes. A little cowardly, a man who couldn’t survive without the
help of others, working out convoluted strategies, scurrying around as
fainthearted as a mouse. Underneath that cowardice, he harbored hidden
courage.
Someone with the guts to fight with all their strength against an
opponent they have no hope of defeating… Yes, just like the First North God
Imagine the anguish of anime onlies if they decide to adapt his schizo rambling just because they can.
Okay…I see now. Perhaps I misunderstood some things about
strength. I thought a hero only had to be strong. What is strength, really?
Could you call yourself strong for fighting and defeating opponents weaker
than yourself? I could’ve surpassed the Second North God. I could’ve
become history’s greatest North God Kalman. That wasn’t worth
questioning; I knew I could. What would it matter? When you achieved
something you knew you could do all along, what does that mean?
A true hero fights battles even when he doesn’t know if he can win.
It’s by achieving an impossible task that you become a hero. Like how the
First North God Kalman reformed Demon King Atoferatofe. Like how the
Second North God Kalman slew terrible enemies beyond mortal
comprehension across the world. Like how Quagmire Rudeus defeated the
Third North God Kalman.
You had to do something that, at first glance, seemed beyond you.
Yes, exactly. That’s why I lost to Rudeus. This time he was the champion,
and I was the demon king. Just like the demon kings of history, I’d sneered
at the champion and treated his allies like insects. Too proud to unleash my
full power, I’d been defeated. Rudeus Greyrat was a champion—a hero
It was hard to shake the impression, looking at him in the flesh, that he was just a pitiful small-timer, and so you ended up underestimating him. He did great things. They’ll surely call him a hero in ages to come. I got it wrong. I
would have had to do everything in my power to crush him from the get-go
if I wanted to stand a chance. Like a fool, I thought I’d knock him off without really trying because the next battle was the real one. I should have known. Ever since I was a child, I’d heard the story, over and over again, of
the demon king who lost making exactly this mistake. How could I have
forgotten something so simple? I wanted to go back in time and punch
myself.
I was wrong, and that’s how I ended up paralyzed in a place like this.
…Was I going to die here? Maybe because I had a lot of my
grandmother’s blood, I was tough. I’m not so easily destroyed, not even
buried in the ground like this. Only, unlike Grandmother, I wasn’t immortal.
If I stayed paralyzed like this, eventually I’d die. Either from starvation or
something else. I suppose this is how it ends for a reckless fool…
“I don’t want to die…”
It’s well enough to die when you’re defeated. I could accept it. That’s
the nature of battle. I tried to always accept my death—but only after I’d
fought with everything I had. I hadn’t done that. I hadn’t been serious. That
wouldn’t happen next time. Next time, I wouldn’t hold back. I’d fight with
my full strength from start to finish. I’d do my utmost in every battle, like a
champion, like a hero, like a man worthy of the name North God Kalman. I
swore it on my sword, on the gods, on my grandfather, the great First North God Kalman.
Amusing how he survives though despite being up against the entire cast. So many cool antagonists died like Auber but at least he was buckbroken into becoming an Orstedcorp wagie
SOMEONE BAN THIS SPAMMER!!!!
Meds
I love shounen arcs of MT so much
I hate it, it just takes time away from wholesome fantasy family SoL
SHUT UP SPAMMER
Meds, NOW
Stop spamming mushoku threads
The better question is why can't good fantasy settings exist without shitty, demented contrived, obnoxious isekai plotlines
every thread made that rustles my jimmies is made by the same person!!
Medication, take it
Did Mushoku Tensei mindbreak you this badly?
We had daily threads non stop in between season 1 and season 2 cours and for a long time in between the seasons
Anon couldn't handle all the kino. He's Mushoku Tensei's bitch now. Pathetic.
K3 needs his own spinoff.
all this Alek
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Rudeus appreciation post
The Kalmans need their spin-off. Generational per chapter kinda like Jojo.
Dragon's dogs
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Alek losing to Jino is such horseshit
I don't think he loses with both the armor and sword.
but thats cheating
Nope part of the north god style.
I hope the anime improves some of the fights, like the Gal Farion one. C'mon, at least add some flair before the kill.
Bwahahaha! That sort of thinking is why you’re in this mess!
“…And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Geese will give everything he has for you, and I mean to do the same. I don’t know about the Abyssal King, but let us assume he, too, gave everything he had. But what of the Sword God and the North God? What of the Ogre God? The Sword God and North God rushed in too soon. But if they had given all they have for you, if they had trusted you and us, whom you trust, what do you think would have happened then? Mightn’t they not have panicked and rushed in when they heard the Abyssal King had been killed? The Ogre God said that the ogres were taken hostage. His job is to protect the ogres. As their leader, it is his duty. So when they were taken hostage, he had no choice but to prioritize them. But what if he had decided to give everything for you? Say he had cast aside his title of Ogre God and fought for you as just another warrior from the start. Wouldn’t he have continued to fight in your name, even after the ogres were taken hostage?
“…I don’t…there’s no point in ‘what-if’s.”
Bwahahaha! Life is one ‘what-if’ after another! People do things for one another and help others without hope of reward in order to turn those ‘what-if’s into reality! Indeed, just like Rudeus Greyrat does!
“You’re telling me to copy him?”
Your interpretations of what I said are no concern of mine. However, I shall give you a word of advice before I go. It’s not fair for me to always be the one taking your advice, now, is it? I am the Wise Demon King! I should return the favor every once in a while!
“Like I want your—”
Geese and I will likely die in this battle. But the fight will continue. And even if we win, it will not mean a total end to the fighting. You can see the future, so you think if you see yourself smiling in the end, that means you will have won. But others will come to threaten that shining future of yours. So hear me: if you want to have the last laugh, pay heed to the hearts of men.
“‘The hearts of men’? That’s the stupidest thing—”
And now, I bid thee farewell! Bwahahaha! Bwa, bwa, bwaaahahahahahahaha!
God he's so based
Next season.
Prez and his friends
Why can't you stop making bait threads?
both arms
shit fan art
Because anons are really cute, I can't help it UwU
It's either that, or they have it mixed-up kek
Hmph! You've become effeminate.