Ran a bit late in my schedule and ended up rushing to translate this. Sorry if it’s a bit rough around the edges. Enjoy!
(Also, translated the Author’s Note for once because it just explains that the author rewrote things. The same note seems to repeat in the next chapter too.)
Author’s Note:
I wanted to add more to the setting starting from the contents of Chapter 6 and on, so the story has been revamped. Also, some of the small details in previous parts have been changed. I deeply apologize, but I would be happy if you were to read the revised versions.
*Note: There is no digest version.
CSWH Chapter 6: My Tracks 2"……now then. Melly. Before we start training, let us test how much you can currently move."
Prior to beginning the full-blown training, father checked my bodily abilities.
"Fumu……you're able to move more than I thought you would."
Father said that as the outcome of the check.
As a result of running around within the mansion, my basic physical strength was high compared to other children of the same generation.
Because I had been playing in the forests behind the mansion which were untouched, they had their own sort of natural obstacles.
And because I chased around wild animals, my kinetic vision and reflexes were also quite good.
"Even so, to undergo training…….you still have a ways to go."
And so, the training menu that I was handed, was a hellish menu that I didn't even want to think about afterwards.
I had to wake up in the morning before the sun rose, and run around inside.
Three laps around the mansion.
Though it was only three laps, to run around such a huge mansion was quite tough.
"……uu."
Upon finishing my running, I felt so bad, it made me want to puke.
After that, I drank water containing some salt and water, taking a short break, and then restarted my training.
After running came exploration of the forest on the mansion grounds on foot.
The inside of the forest has all sorts of terrains, and the small ups and downs of them are rather cute.
A small brook that didn't have any bridge built to cross it was set in between cliffs that were the height of two people put together. In order to cross it, you had to climb down and then back up again.
It seems that the reason why the forest was untouched was for the purposes of father's personal training.
"……tsuu."
While I was climbing the cliff, my palm unluckily hit a rock, popping one of my blisters.
Looking at it, the palm of my hand was bright red.
For the time being, I descended to the brook and washed my hand there.
The clear water sparkled as sunlight showered upon it, with a small amount of my blood mixing into it, leaving a red line as it flowed away.
I teared off a part of my clothing that wasn't wet, and wound it around the palm of my hand.
And then, I once again climbed the cliff.
This blister was made from practice-swinging a sword.
Every afternoon, in order to reproduce the movements that father taught me, I did nothing but practice swinging a sword.
Though it didn't feel that heavy just by holding it, after repeatedly swinging the sword several hundreds and thousands of times, eventually my arm became numb with its weight.
When I did that over and over again, before I knew it, my palm had become like that.
After enduring the pain and clambering up the cliff, I resumed running.
And then once I finished travelling through the forest, it was finally time for my midday break.
Even if I didn't have any appetite, if I didn't eat, I wouldn't be able to move……so I properly consumed the meal that was presented to me.
After a short break, all I did was swing the sword until the sun set.
Until father returned, all I did was repeat that.
When I finished eating my evening meal, I'd collapse onto my bed as if I were fainting.
……that was my every day.
"I shall do it strictly."
Exactly like father said, he did not permit a single complaint.
Even if he saw me vomiting, he'd just watch on disinterestedly.
It seemed like if I spoke even a single word of complaint, he'd immediately stop the training.
However, I myself also could not allow that at all.
Even I think that I went at it with a blood-curdling vigour.
After all, if I looked at myself objectively, a young girl that hadn't even reached the age of 10, was undergoing training from morning till evening without playing one bit.
I want to be strong, I want revenge……it was just solely for that purpose.
All day and night, I did nothing but train.