Reborn as a Mad Dog from a Noble Family

"The McIntosh family, Moshe McIntosh, please give me your guidance."

Looking at the black-haired boy standing opposite him, holding a magic light blade, the boy's eyes lost their luster, the corners of his mouth raised in a stiff arc, and his whole body looked lifeless.

No, I met Moshe Mackintosh right at the start? Could anyone be more unlucky than me?

Although I don’t have any special talents, I am very self-aware.

During the two days of preparation in camp, I had fully understood the true level of Moshe MacIntosh.

Look at that agile posture, neat movements, relaxed attitude and friendly smile, which perfectly demonstrates the spiritual outlook of the young nobles of Renekton.

If he is trash, then what am I? A scumbag?

Haha, rumors are just rumors, they can’t be trusted at all.

"The Boboli family, Fedele Boboli, please give me your guidance."

What can I do for you? Please show some mercy! The boy shouted in his heart.

I'm sorry, father and mother, I'm bringing shame to our family.

"That man is crazy...oh no, Moshe MacIntosh?!"

“He’s like a completely different person.”

“Pfft! No, didn’t anyone notice the other kid’s last name? Boboli? Hahahaha!”

"Don't laugh yet, do you have a last name?"

"...It's so vicious. This question stabbed me in the heart like a knife."

In fact, the people of Rekton only regard "the mad dog of the McIntosh family" as a topic of conversation.

Because they are in different classes and have very different identities and statuses, instead of paying attention to what the children of aristocrats do, it is better to stabilize their own lives and solve the problem of food and clothing.

Unlike the circular platform at the Scallop Arena, there was no family area around the memorial ceremony venue. The nobles and commoners stood on both sides consciously, forming a clear dividing line.

Before the meeting officially started, Mo Xie felt several fiery gazes, so he slowly swept his eyes across the crowd, lingering briefly on each familiar face.

I felt very calm, but my heart was beating faster and faster, as if a flaw had been completed and my whole soul had been purified.

Brother Frohn, who was busy with work but still came to watch the scene, stared in his direction with his ultramarine eyes.

Euphemia put her arm on Frohn's shoulders and smiled at him.

There is also Dalio, who is trying hard to squeeze to the front line and clenching his fists to cheer.

And Vivian, who cheered for him as before.

Ah, the place that was originally empty is now filled with people who care about him.

Only then did Moshe focus on his opponent, his eyes calm but firm. He clenched the pen, tensed the muscles in his arms, and prepared to attack.

The unfortunate boy, Fidelai Popoli, keenly sensed a subtle change in Moshe's aura.

This made him feel more nervous, his breathing became rapid, and the sweat on his palms gradually soaked the anti-slip pad wrapped around the hilt.

The duel has begun. Should I attack first? He leaned forward slightly, thinking hesitantly.

At this moment, Mo Xie moved.

The young man with black hair and white clothes disappeared in the wind, like a swallow, dancing in the air with a lively melody.

And that bright green magic light blade was the willow branch he brought in his mouth. Its light was soft, yet sharp and decisive. It collided with the opponent's anti-magic weapon, making a series of sharp and piercing sounds.

What a light movement! People immediately forgot to talk, and were all attracted by the boy's figure, looking at the scene in front of them with slightly wide eyes.

It is difficult to understand how the movements of an ordinary person without magic power can have such an obvious sense of suspension in the air.

His body flexibility was obviously better than that of an average person. His mid-air flipping movement perfectly displayed his smooth muscle lines and the elegant curve of his waist and back.

Moshe swung his arm with force, and the bright green blade of light cut through the air. When it was about to touch Fedele Popoli's shoulder, it was bounced away again by a huge force.

This kid should be more confident, he thought.

Fedele Popoli did have some self-awareness, but not much.

During the two days of preparation in the camp, Moshe practiced with each child in turn, and only three of them could completely defend against his attacks within twenty rounds.

Archibald, Arthurs, and he, Fedele Popoli.

Anyone who can be ranked alongside the two talented young men must be quite outstanding, even if his swordsmanship talent is not one in a million.

But his talent seems a bit strange, almost entirely focused on defense.

To sum it up in four words, it is serious academic imbalance.

"Feidelai, what are you hesitating about?" Moshe slowly turned his wrist and used a clever force to lift the anti-magic blade.

The sudden slowdown in the attack speed gave Fidelai a chance to think. He looked into Moshe’s light brown eyes and whispered, “Ah? I…”

What did I want to say? I didn't hesitate?

No, that was a lie. I really didn't know when to draw my sword. I just wanted to avoid losing too badly and bringing shame to my family.

Mo Xie continued to ask: "If you don't take action, how can you test my defense routine?"

No... your defense is simply flawless, so what if you find a trick? Fedlai complained in his heart.

Seeing that he was still like a frightened turtle, shrinking himself into an unbreakable defensive barrier, Mo Xie flashed behind him, suppressed his sword blade, clenched his right fist, and used the internal strength in his body to hit him on the back.

Do you want to continue defending? You will get hurt.

Moche, who successfully transmitted this signal, was intercepted as expected.

Fedlai did not bend down to dodge, but instead rushed forward, twisting his body and raising his arms, then charging towards Moshe's fist with a fierce momentum.

It's a pity that this brave counterattack was forced to stop just after it was initiated, and the iron fists and elbows were frozen in mid-air.

Because the emerald green blade of light was close to his fragile neck, only a finger's distance away, it exuded a pure and rich aura of magic.

After a moment, Fidelai obediently put away the anti-magic sword, took the initiative to shake hands with Moshe and said, "I lost."

Fortunately, I didn’t lose badly.

And... at that moment I seemed to feel something, a mysterious force that controlled my body to attack.

"You are a great opponent, Fedele," Moshe said with a smile.

"You, you too." Fedlai felt a little embarrassed and quickly let go of his hand to avoid leaving behind sweat of nervousness.

What did I hear? Moshe Mackintosh was praising me.

I have to admit, this made me feel really happy...

"Oh! It's wonderful!"

"Feidelai Boboli! The pride of the Boboli family! You performed great!"

“I have to admit that this kind of plot where the person himself shows up to disprove the rumors is really attractive to me, so… Moshe Mackintosh, you go on, ahhhh——!”

“Senior Mo Xie, ah ah——!”

Feeling the enthusiastic, encouraging applause and cheers coming from all directions, Mo Xie smiled back and raised his exclusive weapon high in his hand.

It probably means "Thanks to the exclusive weapon that Brother Fron made for me, I was able to win this duel."

Suddenly, a slight sound was heard. Euphemia turned her head and asked in confusion, "Brother Fron? Did you just laugh?"

Florian's slender fingers gently brushed the corners of his lips, his tone still calm: "...No."