Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 133 - A Brilliance That Cannot Be Contained

POV: Aisha Greyrat

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Aisha Greyrat's life had a rather troubled beginning.

The girl herself believed that her life truly began only when she was saved by her master, Rygar Adoldia.

These were her most intimate and genuine thoughts. Before that, everything was just an uncomfortable prologue, almost as if she had been born in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Aisha Greyrat was a genius from birth.

Not only in language, but in practically everything her mother taught her. She learned with ease and speed.

Aisha quickly understood why each subject was useful, which made the learning process even more efficient.

Cleaning, laundry, languages, math, history, geography, sciences... she absorbed knowledge like a sponge.

Even when she was teleported to Milis at only two years old, Aisha still managed to stand out.

But with that ability to stand out came a burden.

She realized early on that being different—being smart, clever, shrewd—was not necessarily a good thing.

On the contrary, as long as she could remember, standing out brought problems.

When she was just a baby, it meant being reprimanded by her own mother for being better than Norn, her incompetent little sister. After the teleportation, that role was taken over by her "grandmother" Claire Latreia, as well as nearly all the nobles of the Latreia House.

In essence, Aisha may have been born with a sharp mind, but she was unlucky at the start of her life.

She almost became an orphan at the age of two when an adventurer with bad intentions attacked her and her mother. For a long time, her only redeeming qualities were her cuteness and early intelligence.

A little girl trying to understand a world too harsh for someone so young. But everything had a turning point.

That turning point was when she met her master: Rygar Adoldia. In Aisha's eyes, he was a hero riding a white horse.

An absolute being who could do anything. He inspired that kind of reaction in people. And with Aisha, it was no different.

He was a mage. A warrior. An inventor. A leader. A healer. An adventurer. And everything he did, he performed with absolute mastery.

When Aisha joined Rygar's group, it was the first time in her life that she was surrounded solely by people who were, genuinely, kind to her.

For the first time, she felt that she did not need to hide her intelligence or hold herself back.

A place where she wasn't rejected for shining. Not even her mother could freely criticize her within that group without two or three others speaking up to defend her. Especially Eidar, Rygar, and Geese Nukadia.

The more she grew up around that group, the happier she felt. It was as if she had finally found her true place in the world.

And when her master accepted her as a disciple... it was, without a doubt, the happiest day of her life.

Thanks to the expectations of her master and the rest of the group, she pushed herself.

She gave her best. Everyone around her was willing to teach her all kinds of things, patiently, carefully, respectfully.

She learned from Geese how to deal with people. How to be polite. How to show gratitude. How to make requests. How to refuse demands.

She learned from Eidar and Rygar about the world. About ethics. About the complexity of the societies in that world.

From her older sisters—Ghislaine and Eris—she learned about strength and resilience.

Even if someone wasn't smart, they could still stand out in other ways. Power was one of those ways. A concrete way that changed the world.

The brilliant Aisha quickly understood how important these skills were in life.

For her, the world was simple. You just had to learn once. And whatever she didn't learn directly, she could observe, copy, and master on her own.

Soon, she realized that everyone around her was good at some things and bad at others.

Geese was much smarter than almost everyone in the group, but he didn't know how to fight.

Ghislaine was extremely strong, but she wasn't very clever.

And all the people in the group and those they encountered along the way followed this same pattern. Except Rygar.

Rygar was different.

Rygar was perfect.

She gradually fed that fanaticism. It was reinforced by everyone around her.

Everyone seemed to believe that Rygar really could do anything.

And Aisha believed it too. And over time, she began to recognize her own worth.

After all, Rygar accepted her as a disciple. If he, who was an absolute being, chose her, then she must have some talent. It was logical. It was real.

And so, she dived in headfirst. She learned everything she could.

She swore to herself that she would follow her master forever. That was infinitely better than the options destiny had placed before her before then: serving a perverted brother—as her mother once insinuated—or being the servant of a crybaby, spoiled little sister, as her grandmother wished.

She put all her being into ensuring that her master would never abandon her. That he would see in her a value so great that he couldn't leave her behind.

She gave everything of herself. And the two years she spent traveling with that group made her love them as her true family.

After all... her true mother was there. Her little sister would be raised as a petty noble in Milis.

Her father was just a vague memory. Her brother's mother was just a blur. Those who were with her now, yes, these were her family.

While traveling with them, her future seemed bright, full of promises. Everything seemed possible. Everything seemed right.

Until they met him.

The Dragon God. Orsted.

If the first two years were the happiest, the encounter with the Dragon God knocked her off her pedestal of happiness with a strong punch. Orsted.

If her master Rygar was a Shining and Kind God, then for her, Orsted was an Evil Demon, cloaked in Darkness. An abyss of horror and suffering.

Her master had taught her that there was no absolute good or evil... but for the first time, Aisha disagreed with him. That was Evil.

The feeling of Eidar's blood falling on her as she tried to cover the wound with her little hands was still vivid.

The warm blood dripping between her trembling fingers, her rapid breathing, the growing despair as Eidar's strength faded before her wide eyes.

The Dragon God killed her family.

He killed Eidar, who was trying to protect her.

He also injured everyone else...

And he... killed her master.

He killed her God. Her warrior on the white horse.

The one who fought with all his might to protect them.

Aisha remembered the screams, the clashing of magic and steel, the dust rising on the battlefield... but most of all, she remembered the moment she saw Rygar's body being pierced.

The next memory was hazy. The girl who accompanied Orsted seemed to have convinced him not to kill Rygar completely.

Or maybe just to postpone it. Aisha didn't know, nor did she want to know.

The next thing she clearly remembers is that she was crying. Crying in Rygar's arms.

Everything fell apart.

The always cheerful atmosphere of her family turned darker, heavier, as if a fog had covered their sunny days.

At some point, Rygar seemed to notice how Aisha and Eris were behaving and how affected they were, and he decided to speak with both of them.

Aisha didn't pay much attention to the words.

The master seemed to have set some kind of challenge for her and Eris to motivate them. But all she absorbed from that moment was one truth: the master did not give up.

The master was still young. The master would become much more powerful.

He would overcome the Evil Dragon!

But... he had asked for help. He said that he would need their strength.

Then Aisha understood: she too needed to be strong. Strong enough to help him.

Some time later, her mother, Lilia, had a long conversation with her.

Lilia explained that Aisha would accompany Rygar to the Sword Sanctuary.

She spoke about her father, about her half-siblings, about how she should be strong to one day find and help them.

And, surprisingly, she also spoke about how Aisha should try to become her master's wife in the future.

It was a gentle conversation. Serious. Almost solemn.

Lilia said that Aisha was talented. That she had the potential to be someone great. But she also said something that Aisha kept to herself: that blood always came first.

Aisha superficially agreed with everything. Every word. Every promise. If that meant following her master, if it meant staying by his side, then she would say "yes" as many times as needed.

But the truth was... she didn't care what Lilia said about blood or family.

Because for Aisha, those were her true family.

After saying goodbye to her mother and even meeting her grandparents, Aisha promised herself that she would protect her mother in the future.

The group then continued their journey and now, they were at the Sword Sanctuary.

It had been several months.

Aisha progressed a lot; she began to learn fencing and mastered almost all the magical schools up to the advanced level.

Recently, she also became a Saint in the water element.

Thanks to that, her master took her to her first real battle alone, she went up against a Terminate Boar, and she easily won by completely freezing her opponent.

Life there was intense and demanding, but Aisha dedicated herself with everything she had.

She pushed herself every day, because even with the biting cold and long training sessions, those times were still happy.

Ghislaine, her older and fierce sister, was there.

Eris, her other sister—impulsive, proud, determined—too.

And above all, her master. Rygar. Still breathing. Still smiling. Still fighting.

She also made other friends at the Sword Sanctuary.

Today was a special day. Her first birthday.

Five years old.

Aisha woke before sunrise, with her heart racing and a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. It was her birthday, and she knew—she knew!—that her master had prepared something incredible for her.

She couldn't wait.

She quickly dressed in her reinforced swordsman clothes, made with furs resistant to the cold.

The sleeves were a little loose, but the weight of the clothing made her feel stronger. More serious. More prepared.

She tied her hair back and grabbed her wooden sword, already marked with many signs of use.

And then, she ran.

She ran through the wooden dojo corridors, with the chilly morning air hitting her face, making her cheeks turn pink.

Her footsteps echoed on the silent walls as she headed to the dojo.

Her eyes shone with expectation. Her heart pounded.

She was excited.

Extremely excited.

Today was her day.

And Rygar—her master, her hero—was waiting for her.

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POV: Rygar Adoldia

We were all gathered in a dojo.

I had reserved it to hold a small celebration for Aisha, since few people used it at that hour.

Since none of us had particularly good cooking skills, Nina ended up asking her mother to prepare some things.

Present were: Eris and Isolte, who were training in the center of the dojo, exchanging quick, precise, and aggressive blows.

Nina and Ghislaine were sitting nearby, talking. Ghislaine was recounting stories of her adventures outside the Sword Sanctuary in her usual serious manner.

Until Aisha arrived—running, excited.

She was wearing her swordsman outfit, reinforced with furs to protect her from the mountain cold, and carrying her wooden sword.

As soon as she entered, everyone turned to her with smiles and congratulated her.

We sat together and began to eat the snacks prepared by Nina's mother—boar meat patties and small breads stuffed with herbs and cheese.

While we ate, the atmosphere was light and cozy. We talked about various things.

Eris, as always, teased Nina:

"You still haven't reached the Saint level? I thought you said you would get there before Aisha turned five!" she said with a mischievous smile.

"Shut up, Eris!" Nina replied, her cheeks puffed up, clearly irritated.

The two began a little fight, rolling on the tatami amidst punches and kicks.

Isolte was watching Aisha, who was demonstrating her unenchanted magic for the woman.

The girl was conjuring small spheres of water and making them dance in the air with admirable control. Isolte watched her with genuine admiration.

Finally, it was time for the presents. Aisha sat in the center, her little legs crossed and her eyes shining with expectation.

Ghislaine was the first. She approached and handed her a thick, old book with golden lettering.

"Aspiring Hero's Sorcerer's Guide," Aisha read aloud, surprised.

"My master found this book on one of his travels. But he never managed to read it; they say it's the diary of an Emperor-level mage named Feroze Star. It's full of notes, techniques, and magical ideas. I thought it would be useful for you, little one."

Aisha clutched the book to her chest and said:

"Thank you, big sister Ghislaine!"

Eris came next, somewhat hesitantly. She handed over a small dark blue package.

"I'm not good with these things... so I asked Isolte. She helped me choose," she said, scratching her neck.

Upon opening it, Aisha saw a dark blue ribbon made of fine, strong fabric.

"It's beautiful! Thank you, big sister Eris!"

Other gifts followed—small useful or symbolic items, all given with affection.

Finally, it was my turn.

I smiled and walked over to her, carefully removing a cloth that was wrapped around a short sword.

Its handle was white, made of polished ivory, and the blade was black, with simple yet fine details, and a golden gleam that reflected the dojo's light in a mesmerizing way.

It was light, elegant, and perfectly balanced for Aisha's size.

She was thrilled, taking the sword carefully.

"Is it made with Erathium, master?" she asked, almost in disbelief.

"You liked it?" I asked, observing her reaction.

"Yes, master! I loved it!"

"Good... because I was the one who forged it."

She froze, looking at me in shock.

Yes, Rygar had learned to forge. In the Sword Sanctuary, blacksmiths were as common as swordsmen—a respected and always in-demand profession.

Finding a teacher wasn't difficult, and Rygar decided that he would craft Aisha's sword himself so that it had more meaning.

He trained for a few weeks using unenchanted magic to assist in the more delicate processes—such as controlling the temperature of the metal and the precision of the molds—and his progress was surprisingly quick.

Of course, he wasn't at the level of the legendary dwarven blacksmiths, but for someone who had never touched an anvil before, the result was impressive.

And more importantly than that: it was made with his own hands, with care.

"This sword was made by melting Darkprey, the sword that belonged to Eidar. The handle... is made from the tusks of the Terminate Boar you recently defeated..."

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

Ghislaine smiled proudly. Eris folded her arms and turned her face with a slight blush—clearly envious. Nina exclaimed:

"He can forge too?!"

Aisha clutched the sword to her chest, moved. Then she ran to me and hugged me tightly.

I returned the hug with affection.

"Happy birthday, little Aisha. We will always be here for you."

The celebration continued cheerfully.

Aisha insisted on testing her new sword and challenged everyone to friendly duels—including Isolte, who let herself be defeated on purpose with a playful smile.

Even without friends her own age, Aisha seemed genuinely happy.

In fact, she considered children her age somewhat silly, which, given her talent and maturity, wasn't entirely unfair.

At the end of the day, Skoll arrived. Aisha mounted his back and set off with him, racing along the snow-covered mountain trails, shouting with joy at every leap.

Her laughter echoed among the rocks as a living reminder that even in hard times, there was still light.

And then, later that same day, we returned to training.

And so, Aisha's first birthday came to an end—marked by laughter, bonds, and the shine of a new sword that carried love, memory, and purpose.

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