My brother Reich, Biffgel and I have assembled in front of the entranceway, getting ready for practice.
Looks like Biffgel who was late yesterday (our father, Castor caught him as he was trying to run, and then he declared five consecutive surrenders at the speed of sound, astonishing the three of us) is early today.
I don't know what kind of training it is so I mimicked my brother Reich, doing diagonal slashes.
Magic Combatants don't mean that they only fight with magic. Close quarter combats are also important, slashing with a powerful magic sword reinforced with several dozens of buff magic was one of my specialties.
Since I already know the basic, I match that knowledge with my current body for the practice swinging.
"Biffgel, your posture is all wrong, do it like this!"
"Reich, your swinging has gotten quite better, but the part after that is no good! Reduce the interval more!"
Father instructs us while overseeing our practice swinging.
Since I can't change the weight of the sword at present, I'm adjusting the Physical Reinforcement instead.
It might be difficult for someone who can't control Physical Reinforcement well, but it's really nothing to write home about for the current me.
"Is that so. Then continue to swing like that.... Huh? If it's that perfect, I guess there's no actual need for the practice swinging?"
...Fumu.
I've gotten quite used to this body, the current me can already use Physical Reinforcement and 【Mana Strike】 easily.
I want to go the forest and hunt animals to increase my mana but....
"No matter what genius Mathi is, he must have a weakness somewhere! First we should look for that!"
Well I should've expected this. This is the time for sword practice after all.
Of course that condition persisted while I mastered the way of sword.
The current me don't have time to design a Simulator which took several dozens of years in my past life.
"Of course by having me as your sparring partner. It'll be a good practice for me too. It's a different story in the royal capital, but there's no one as good as Mathi as a sparring partner around here you know."
Sparring with father huh. That's most welcome.
"So we really weren't good enough to be one...."
My brother Reich seemed dejected when he heart that.
"Don't get the wrong idea, it's just Mathi that's weird here. Reich's swordsmanship is at the level where you can easily pass the entrance examination of the Knight Training School you know?"
And he got encouraged.... I was treated like some kind of weirdo, I'm not satisfied with that somehow.
It seems they don't deal with magic and sound stiff somehow, I don't wanna go there.
"Alright, first you can assume that your opponent will swing straight from above the head orthodoxly! Here I go!"
"Wait a minute"
I stop father who was rushing in while shouting out.
Of course normally you'd change your sword stance depending on your the moves your opponent used, but that is only after you've seen through the their habits and movements, not by believing the announcement they kindly provided.
"No but. That'd be too difficult for y..."
"In real combats, there is no one who fights by shouting 『I'm gonna swing my sword straight!!』 and actually following through that, isn't there?"
"You're right, but you know... No. I was misled by your appearance. I have a hunch that Mathi can do it.... Let's do it!"
"Yes!"
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--30 minutes later.
"....I can't find any weakness...."
"Mathi isn't just at the level of a genius is he....?"
In the end, he couldn't find any weakness of my swordsmanship.
It's not really a problem since they will be improved as I continue to train.
"C...Cheat! He must be using some sort of trickery!"
"How again?"
"H...he must have used some kind of underhanded method!"
And Biffgel seemingly couldn't stand losing in swordsmanship to me anymore, he began to scream out some weird things again.
I should stop thinking about this guy, it's not good for my mental health. Think about fun things, fun things....
That's just something I made up to deceive myself.
The real reason is that I want to see the world.
I also had an inkling of that. It's maybe too early for a six year old child to go outside the territory alone.
"Yeah! Go away! You should hurry up and scram. Rather, leave, now."
Unusually enough, Biffgel seemed to agree with me.
If yes, I should be able to do something about it in two years--.
"You have to pass the exam of the Second Royal School as a scholarship student."