The Genius Prosecutor in a Gender-Reversed World

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Alben took a moment to catch his breath while gripping the sword.

‘Am I nervous?’

It wasn’t too surprising.

It wasn’t common for a man to handle a sword, and above all, there was a huge difference between imagining it and actually holding one.

But a sword is a sword.

It could take another’s life, or it could claim his own.

No matter how gentle Alben might seem as a man, mercy would not be given.

Anyone who couldn’t muster this level of resolve shouldn’t be wielding a sword.

Rather, those who casually picked up a sword for some half-hearted reason would quickly lose their lives.

Their long-dreamed sword would slice through their neck and pierce their heart.

‘For Alben’s sake…’

This lesson would not mix in a hint of selfish ambition.

Ornika firmly vowed as she drew her wooden sword.

“If you’re ready, please raise your sword.”

“Uh… yes?”

“The first lesson is a simplified duel with me.”

It was a duel initiated without any basic sword techniques or balance training.

It may seem unreasonable, but there was no better way to judge ‘tendencies’ and ‘talent’ than this.

“Don’t worry. Even though it’s a duel, I’ll only be on the defensive. This is just a process to check Alben’s swordsmanship aptitude.”

A blank slate untainted by any prior training.

Wielding a sword in that state would reveal one’s tendencies.

From determining the suitable sword style to understanding that person’s personality and instincts at a broader level.

‘The same goes for talent.’

Indeed, it was incredibly rare.

There were those who could awaken their swordsmanship simply by grabbing a sword.

The founding Emperor Aldena, the first Emperor of the Empire, and heroes from myths were among them.

Of course, such tales were likely tinged with exaggeration, but Ornika held firmly to the logic that talent could indeed be gauged in the ‘first swing.’

So far, those classified as super rookies in the knight’s order had all displayed something exceptional from their very first swing.

Alben was male, so she didn’t expect much.

However, at this point of no mercy, she couldn’t afford to skip this process.

“Come on. Just swing the sword however you like.”

At Ornika’s signal, Alben gingerly lifted the sword.

His thin arms seemed to struggle even with the weight of the wooden sword, quivering weakly.

“Uh, um… here I go?”

“Fighting!”

“Cheer up!”

With Erina and Gilga’s cheers behind him.

Alben’s ‘first swing’ was unleashed.

Swoosh!

“-!”

It was, truly, a simple ‘swing.’

A technique that came from raising the sword from below and cutting diagonally across.

The problem was.

The entire process ended before he could even blink.

‘What… what was that…?’

Ornika managed to block it with genuine effort.

“I’ll continue.”

Whether or not she realized the confusion within her, Alben swung the sword repeatedly.

‘So fast and heavy…!’

There was certainly a roughness that indicated he had never formally trained in swordsmanship.

Still, aside from that, every movement was perfect swordsmanship.

Speed, power, and the trajectory leading correctly through openings.

Every arc drawn in the air was lethal.

“Ugh…!”

It was more challenging to defend than to attack with a sword.

Even considering that, the defense felt unexpectedly overwhelming.

Whack!

Tap!

“…Huh?”

“What is that?”

“Crazy….”

The spectators observing the lesson were left utterly speechless.

They all knew well what to call such a display.

Overwhelming talent.

It was the realm of a brilliant genius that anyone who wielded a sword would be captivated by.

Thump, thump!

Ornika’s heart raced.

‘…I want that.’

For those who walk the path of the sword, it was natural to be curious.

The highest realm that someone with such talent could reach.

‘I want it.’

Desire, desire, desire.

A deep and sticky swamp of greed gradually enveloped her heart.

She wanted to nurture Alben.

To keep him by her side and witness his growth each day.

Eventually, she wanted to engrave the peak of his talent into her eyes and soul.

She wanted to possess him.

*

I think I did well for a first try.

Even if I didn’t land a hit at all.

‘Landing a hit would indeed be quite impressive.’

It was akin to a newbie just starting a game getting a kill against a pro gamer.

“Thank you for your hard work!”

As I caught my breath, Erina brought me a towel and ice water.

“Thank you!”

“Wow… Alben, you were really amazing! Is it really your first time holding a sword?”

“Pfft. Thanks for the compliment, even if it’s just to be kind.”

Despite his outstanding talent and the ability to gain skills just by looking at a sword.

The lack of experience was fatal.

My swordsmanship probably looked like child’s play to them.

“It’s not flattery! I, Erina, was genuinely amazed! You’re the first man I’ve seen handle a sword so well!”

“Come on, that’s enough. I won’t gain anything by being praised that much.”

“No! Your swordsmanship was genuinely impressive!”

Corin sat down beside me quietly.

“…Was this really your first time?”

“Well, who knows? I might have held a sword before I lost my memories.”

“Aha. That could be possible.”

Isn’t the amnesia setting a bit too convenient?

No wonder reincarnators and possession protagonists love it.

“Hmm. Alben, do you have any thoughts about trying out a great sword…?”

“A great sword?”

“From what I saw today, you do seem to have a talent for great swords. If you want to learn, just say the word.”

“Galli, you fool… do you think Alben could handle something as heavy as a great sword?”

“Well, these days, there are lighter enchanted great swords!”

“If the great sword is light, why use a great sword at all?”

“Ugh…”

Seizing Galli’s moment of silence, the two began to advertise.

“More than that, Alben! Are you not interested in defensive swordsmanship? It focuses on parrying the opponent’s attacks and destabilizing their center with thrusts. It’s a more defensive style that beginners often use…”

“Ugh! Defensive swordsmanship? Alben! The true romance lies in dual-wielding! Imagine striking down your enemies with two swords! You’ll surely appreciate the elegance of dual-wielding, Alben!”

Great sword, defensive swordsmanship, dual-wielding.

While it felt a bit rude to excessively pitch like this, I was already in a position to “somewhat” differentiate between the three styles.

「Beginner Dual-Wielding」

「Beginner Defensive Swordsmanship」

「Beginner Great Swordsmanship」

If my acquisition of 「Blood Moon Slash」 progressed smoothly, it might not be a bad idea to master those techniques as well.

If I were to go with the 「Sword Master」 build, I’d need to elevate all sword techniques to at least the ‘mastery’ level.

…Well, that’s a story for another day.

For now, I should wash up and rest.

I stepped away from the debating crowd over which swordsmanship to learn and headed for the creek.

“Ugh…”

With each movement, every joint creaked, and my muscles cried out for mercy.

“Damn this ‘short stature’…”

Using 「Beginner Swordsmanship」 felt unique.

It felt like a navigator had formed in my head.

It told me where to swing the sword, how to distribute my strength, and where to position my legs.

All those passive movements were performed automatically.

“If it all went as smoothly as my mind wanted, I would have hit at least three times…”

Currently, I was in a state where I could be described as ‘my body couldn’t keep up with my talent.’

If you were to ask what kind of nonsense that was, I’d say:

‘A computer with a high-end CPU but an old chassis.’

Calculations run fast but the output takes a long time.

Thanks to that, the performance of my body struggled to match my talent, resulting in severe strain.

Sweat flowed down like a waterfall as a bonus.

If there was any consolation, it was that there was a very simple way to fix this.

If the performance doesn’t match, just make it similar.

‘Now it’s really just exercise.’

I’ll train my body to match my talents.

‘I’ll become the hardware that fits my software.’

I arrived at the creek with a grin on my face.

My body had been expelling heat from the outside and inside, and my head was spinning.

“I should feel better after dipping into the cold water.”

I quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped in.

Splash!

“Ahhh.”

A delightful chill ran down my spine.

It felt like diving from a sauna into an ice-cold bath.

‘Ah… that’s nice.’

With the sweat washing away, the heat felt like it was dissipating.

I wanted to just float like this and drift away freely…

“Alben…?”

The sudden voice snapped me back to reality.

I barely managed to steady my trembling head and turned it gently.

There stood.

“O-Ornika…?!”

A half-dressed Ornika was sitting in the creek.

No wonder she disappeared right after class.

‘Well! She must have been sweating as well!’

And no one would want to walk around stinky and sweaty.

It was only natural to assume Ornika would be washing herself by the creek.

And darn it, I hadn’t done that.

‘Oh… oh…’

Ornika had removed her top while still wearing her bottoms.

Her skin was so fair it was almost translucent, with graceful curves painted across her body.

Her damp hair framed a small face, which, along with her bosom, rose above the waterline…!

‘No, don’t!’

I desperately covered my eyes.

The stimulus was too strong.

If I were to ‘transform’ here, it would truly be a disaster.

“I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were here!”

I desperately remembered to apologize even as I was overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, this was a medieval fantasy world.

And perhaps the ethics stopped at medieval standards because it was a big deal to carelessly glance at a woman without even a shred of clothing.

-‘You see my naked body and you still refuse to marry me? Are you trying to make me a whore?!’

Something like that conveyed the sentiment.

This had led me to inadvertently marry women NPCs I never even wanted more than ten times!

So it was no simple matter of being a mere perverted creep.

I did my utmost to apologize.

…No.

I tried to.

“Ah! I’m so sorry! Really, truly sorry! I know I should be ashamed, but please forgive me…!”

Alben was still kneeling in apology until Ornika’s response came.

“…Eh?”