Common Sense of a Warrior

"Mary, I need to talk to you. Come to Noon's office."

Your father has spoken to me that way after training in prep exercise and physical improvement.

What can I do for you?

While I doubt that, I'm headed to your father's office.

It's been a long time since I've walked in the mansion during the daytime on a sunny day.

Anyway, except on rainy days, he's practically outside with voluntary training or training, and on rainy days, he's doing some training on indoor training grounds.

Full training is two or three days a week.

Other days, your father is busy, so he trains alone.

Between morning and evening, there are many other things to do to improve basic health and confirm mould.

Previously, my brother trained with me. Lately, when my brother trained all the way, he studied in his room.

In addition to much to learn as the next lord, your brother seems to be learning his military.

Try not to fall too stuffed with roots, I told you, and you laughed like you were in trouble and pointed at my scratches.

Ever since we lost your mother, we've all been like this.

It's like a part of my heart is frozen.

And to bury it, each one of them is doing something indifferently.

... Speaking of me, like training.

For how long have I not laughed from the bottom of my heart?

After losing your mother and time, you still have a wound that no one can heal, and it seems to be putrid.

When I went to the office, your father looked tough.

"... Thank you for waiting, Father"

"No, good. I'm sorry I was in training."

"No.... what can I do for you?

"Hmmm.... I thought I'd do this to you"

That's what they gave me, it was the sword.

I feel the weight on the tip of a slightly skinny, but not the crushed sword of a training blade.

The handles were engraved with the Marquis family crest.

"This sword..."

"I did it for you. … can you be enough to deal with that sword"

Your father's sharp gaze shoots me through.

Zokri and something cold ran on his spine.

It's not like the sword I used in my previous training, it's meant to harm people.

I guess that's what they're asking if you're prepared to wave that.

… but what is it?

What I've learned so far, however beautifully arranged, is what hurts people.

"... As your father would have noticed, the first time I took the sword was due to personal grievances. So, of this tattoo… I cannot swear by the name of the Marquis"

To protect someone...... it wasn't such a noble aspiration.

I have taken the sword for me and I have learned it.

"So I swear, by my name. I am proud of what you have taught your father so far, your seniors, and the swordsmanship you have built. I take responsibility for not tarnishing my pride myself, and I pledge to wave my sword."

"Well said. … the word, never to be different"

I lay down my sword, and I bowed my head to your father.