Saikyou Juzoku Tensei Chapter 03: 4-yrs Old
Another two years have passed, I became 4-yrs old.
Now a days, white soup became tasty which I thought it has thin taste as a real water and the heated blood of the snake also became able to drink normally.
Every morning, I offers my prayers to the dedicated god window.
Today also I carved the surface of the log with a knife in the garden next to the house and making an Otem.
The knife for wood carving has written a technique to be transmitted by the Maren tribe, it corresponds to the magical power of the tree around the village, and it can be carved easily with the power of the child.
"Nii-sama, Nii-sama, please play with Giselle."
My little sister Giselle pulls on the hem of my clothes.
Giselle is two years younger than me. She is now two years old.
It goes without saying that hair and skin are white and eyes are red.
Especially when you are watching sleeping, you think that she is really a doll.
My parents will leave the care of Giselle to me for granted.
I think that it is a bit pushover, was it because of my Japanese thought process or is it the deviation way of thinking of Maren tribe?
My parents do not seem to be so busy, and they do not seem to not affectionate to Giselle.
I wonder if they want me to deepen our brothers and sisters relationship.
"Nii-sama? Are you listening?"
"I'm concentrating on making Otems now, I will play with you, when this is done."
"... Why are you sticking to those Otems so much?"
"Rather than Otem, I am interested in beyond."
"Beyond...?"
"Ah, because Otem is the basis of the foundation of magical training, Nii-san is interested in magic."
Yes, this tribe, they can handle the magic that I did not need in the previous life.
This is the biggest factor that I have come to decide that this is not the Earth.
When I was convinced of the existence of magic for the first time, I ran through the room with excitement.
It sounds like a light novel or a web novel.
By the way, "Status Open!" Even though I screamed out, nothing came out.
My mother looked at me with strange eyes. I almost cried for a moment.
When my father told me about rituals and magical stories, I thought that there was no such things, but I actually have to believe it because I witnessed it.
It took a while for me to conclude that there was magic.
From the point of view of my father, it seems that he was surprised to be suspected so far.
May be I am unexpectedly who believes in common sense type.
First of all, when I saw the father who healed his injury proudly saying "Look at this Abel, this is magic," I was surprised to lose my words.
Even looking at magic, Giselle was only excited by saying 'Kyakya'. Her reaction was no different from seeing toys.
"Giselle cannot understand, why nii-sama were so enthusiastic about magic."
Giselle inflated her cheeks and said so.
I want to question.
Mystery mysterious fantasy phenomenon is in my hand.
For Giselle the existence of magic is common sense, so she do not know its value.
My parents also troubling.
My father should be pleased with me, that I am devoting myself to the training magic.
There is magic. We can do anything depending on our training.
Philo is the granddaughter of the Maren tribe.
The hair was white and their eyes are red, and the appearance features are very similar to Maren.
Once you go briefly, you can refine concentration, space grasping ability, color sensation, and imagination. And it seems that these are the very important factors in using magic.
There seems to be some Otems made from stones and minerals, but basically when making Otems as a basic practice of magic, its main material is wood.
The same thing as this was written with thick words in a heavy book at home.
My father says that the tree growing in the vicinity of this Maren tribe has magical powers and that it also raises the magical power of the trainees.
Can I go easy with that?
Oh, that's right. I came up with a great idea.
"That's right Giselle, I will make you a model of Otem."
"Is that true? Nii-sama!"
Giselle who is happily moving her hands with 'patapata'.
As if I was taking her photos. She must be suffering, have not she stopped breathing?
To mislead the Giselle, I must make a few similar places like her.
While carving log with a knife, I turn my eyes to Giselle several times as if there are any points that can be imitated.
I wonder if I saw her a bit too much.
As usual the result was a dense ugly face specific to Otem and there were no fragments of Giselle... Well, it seems that Giselle is pleased, so there will be no problem.
No, if she was convinced it was fine by me.
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