The Most Satisfied Reincarnate

Clark chewed the bread for a while, then swallowed it; he took another new loaf and did the same thing over and over again.

* munch * * munch *

But when he ate the last of his bread, he accidentally made it straight into his throat without chewing it first 

* cough * * cough *

This made him choke, and he repeatedly coughed to vomit it up.

"The bre .. ad .." Looking up, Clark tried to make the bread slide smoothly into his stomach while he was also hurriedly groping for the water glass that was right beside his plate.

* slurp * * burp *

"Ahhh," Clark moaned and added, "That was close." He held his stomach while rubbing it, "I'm full."

After finishing breakfast, Clark chanted a spell, and the remaining water from the glass he drank slowly flew to his plate and cleaned the plate." Done, now I can continue training and meet Eliz as soon as possible. "

Clark stopped channeling his energy to make the water dry; he also put the plates and glasses used in the kitchen cupboard.

...

Meanwhile, in the front yard of Clark's house, three adults were seen chatting. Two of them are male, while the others are female.

"Like I said, Clark should at least learn about the economy and spend only a little time training!" the woman snapped at the two men in front of her.

The two men were kneeling in the grass as they bowed their heads while the women continue to ramble without stopping. 

Since almost all of their neighbors have two-floor houses, this scene visible in each of their windows, and they laugh at this.

The two men were not ashamed of this; they were instead proud to be the center of attention. One of the men looked at the other and smiled at each other, "Hehehe." 2x

When the two men laughed, it irritated the woman in front of them.

The woman felt as if her advice was being ignored. She then took out her small fan and ...

* slap *

"What are you laughing at." The two men held their heads while muttering in pain.

"Honey, let's stop; the neighbors saw us." One of the men got up, holding his wife's shoulder. Meanwhile, another man gave him a thumbs-up, Nice one, brother! thought the man as he winked at his brother.

"Hump," The woman snorted, even though she knew that her husband was trying to fulfill his little dream, but still that was her child; she also had a desire for her child to become a successful entrepreneur!

"Uncle!" Meanwhile, there was the sound of a small child shouting from a distance.

"Hello, little Clark." The man who was still kneeling on the grass then stood up and spread out his arms with a smile

Clark is always happy whenever he sees his uncle; besides that, he also sees his angry mother and father trying to calm her mother down. Clark ignored this and ran to his uncle.

"Uncle Gilbert…" Clark shouted as he ran; when he got close to his uncle, he immediately hugged him.

* hop *

"Hahaha ... you've grown up now ..." Gilbert carried and twirled Clark; he was very anxious about his nephew since Clark was born.

Since Clark was born, Gilbert visited his brother's house almost every day. Apart from teaching Clark, Gilbert also shared information about the kingdom with his brother.

...

After circling around for a few seconds, Clark felt dizzy, "Uncle ... stop ... already ..."

Hearing this, Gilbert immediately stopped and put Clark on the ground, "Haha ... pardon this uncle ... how ? are you still dizzy?" He crouched down and checked Clark's expression.

"Just a little, but this can't make me fall, hehe." Clark shook his head, trying to get rid of his dizziness; he then looked at his uncle while puffing out his chest.

"Good, this is what called a warrior soul!" As Gilbert wanted to pat Clark on the shoulder, he felt a chill attack him. He glanced to the side and saw that his brother's wife was staring at him.

"Aha ... And also a good businessman." Gilbert continued and this time, the cold sensation he felt disappeared.

Clark, who saw this, was astonished; his uncle initially smiled but suddenly became groggy before finally sighing.

Clark got closer to his uncle and whispered, " It's my mother again? "He then saw the expression of difficulty from his uncle, and as soon as he understood," Uncle, let's we practice, I want to beat that person immediately ... "

The moment Clark said his last words, his gaze turned severe, and he stared at the scene before him while imagining how Desmond's rumored strength could beat Gibson with just one swing. 

If you think about it, it's absolutely impossible! Our age difference is not that different, not to mention that I see him communicating with Elzi a lot, Clark thought. 

When it came to Eliz's matters, he had to be even more vigilant, nor did he want Matson II to appear.

"Okay, let's get ready." Gilbert didn't understand about his nephew, who suddenly fell silent and looked dreamy; he just wanted his nephew to be able to take care of himself.

"Okay, uncle." Clark and Gilbert took a step back.

After that, Gilbert's aura seemed to change from the beginning of being an uncle who was always smiling happily to a soldier full of dedication.

"Attack me with all your ability, kid!" Apart from his aura, Gilbert's tone and expression also changed, making Clark even more excited.

"Mugen!" A tree root slowly emerged from under Clark's feet.

The roots went towards Clark's hand and slowly formed a long sword like a katana without a handle.

"HAAA!" Clark shouted and moved forward, believing that his shouting would increase in momentum.

* creak *

"Hooh, this sword again? where did you get the inspiration for this strange sword?" while holding back Clark's attack, Gilbert asked him.

* creak *

The collision between wooden swords made each colliding blade leave a mark of cracks, bends, and wood shards.

* creak * * creak *

Clark did not answer his uncle's question; he focused on attacking his uncle from all directions. He swung his sword with both hands and tried to slash from the left diagonally.

* creak *

This time his attack had been reread; Clark bit his lower lip and took a stance. He advanced, raising his sword as high as he could and striking using the tip of his katana as a feint.

* creak *

This time, the katana he was holding flew through the air. Behind the katana, he saw that his uncle's wooden sword had touched his hand. 

"Ouch!" Clark groaned in a low voice.

Even though he was focused, every time he launched an attack, it was as if his uncle knew the future; his uncle can read every trick he had and seems to know from where his next attack.

* swoosh *

Clark retreated, his breath heavy, and he was panting.

Gilbert, who saw this, shook his head, "Listen, kid, you wasted too much energy swinging that strange sword.

"Even though uncle doesn't understand why you insist on practicing with that strange sword, but if you always glance at the area you want to attack before attacking, this will make your attacks legible."

Gilbert picked up Clark's katana that fell nearby, "Hmmm ... the structure of this sword is quite unique," He held the katana and tried to swing.

* woosh * * woosh *

Gilbert added, "If I only use one hand, this sword is also not as heavy as an ordinary sword. Other than that." Gilbert raised the sword level with his eyes, "That sword has its own attack pattern."

After seeing all the details of Clark's sword, Gilbert threw it back at Clark." For the next practice, it is your turn to defend; for now, let's finish. "

Clark recaptured his sword, but the moment he heard Gilbert's words, a disappointed expression formed on his face. "Can't uncle teach me any longer?"

He saw Gilbert already sheathed his wooden sword and walked towards his father, "Hehe, don't push yourself, little Clark, absorb what you got earlier." After saying that, Gilbert took his leave and left.

Meanwhile, the moment Yasin, Clark's mother, saw this, she frowned, "Hey husband, can't your brother become our child private teacher?" she saw Gilberth coming and going home and leaving Clark alone. 

Albin, who saw Gilbert's departure, sighed and looked at his wife, "You know very well, honey, how the royal attitude towards our family, even Gilbert, is no exception."

After Albin was forced to stop being a noble, Gilbert, Albin's younger brother, was usually spoiled from childhood, suddenly decided to become a soldier in the royal army.

"Then, in the afternoon, I'll take my son to study business." Yasin started at his son, who was continuing to train, swinging his sword in the wind while striking several wooden targets.

"Let it be," Albin then approached Clark. "Son, what if father finds you a teacher swordsman and wizard?" he forced a smile on his son while holding his son's head.

As soon as a hand touched Clark's head, he stopped swinging his sword and turned around, "No, father, I know it's very difficult for us to live in these times. Let me prove that I am worthy," Clark answered seriously, showing in his eyes an intense fire of determination burning.

Clark added, "Besides, father has helped me by enrolling me in the academy."

Albin was silent when he heard this; he looked at his son warmly, "You are a good child; thank you for being born in our family." Albin then hugged Clark with great warmth.

[Written by DragonKnov || Published by NovelFull]