Is it only about three years since that incident?
I was five years old and had some freedom to walk around the house.
So I've noticed two things.
There is no Apocalypse in this House but that one.
Difficult languages have also been able to read to some extent, but they are all small and difficult things, such as novels and reviews.
... Is it because Cyan hates magic?
This house is wealthy.
On three floors, there are fountains and many types of flowers in the garden. And a very large library.
Luxurious chandeliers on marble walls and floors.
Extremely, the largest room in the house is seated by a table made of obsidian.
I was walking through such a room, treading on a floor made of marble, to the courtyard with melancholy thoughts.
Anything, I hear Scott teaches me swordsmanship.
To be honest, I want to give you a break.
I didn't like swordsmanship from the world before me.
The reason is that while I was doing my archery, I would think of a magical new ordering formula, so I couldn't concentrate and grew slower than the guys around me, who were often ridiculed for being the weakest.
It was about an age when I didn't know the word proper material, so I didn't resent them separately, but it's true that they planted a bad feeling because of it.
I opened the door to the courtyard, where I saw Scott, my father, an honest looking man with long silver hair wrapped up behind him, waving with a wooden sword.
The corner of his mouth is suspended and his eyes are rotten.
The fact that this points to is that he is motivated.
"Hey Lazareth. You promised to teach swordsmanship today."
"Yes, that's right"
Scott turns to this one with a refreshing grin as if he just remembered.
I guess I couldn't help but look forward to showing up cool as a father. If you think so, it's a little cute.
"Then Lazareth, this is a gift from me."
"This is..."
Scott hands me a dagger about two turns smaller than his own wooden sword.
When I received it, I was under the impression that the contents were not in it.
"Lazareth is only five years old. It's handmade from my father."
"Is that okay?
"Oh. And so far, 'thank you' is better than 'okay', they'll be happy."
"Oh, thank you......"
To say thank you, yeah. Scott shaking his neck vertically.
Are you still pretending to remember the earlier one? If you really forgot, this sword shouldn't have existed.
"Bye, Lazareth. You should wield that sword as you please and hit your father."
"Huh? But then you get hurt..."
"It's okay. Dad's strong."
... That being said, I often see Cyan pissing me off.
But I've never seen anything angry from him.
Not so much. He's sweet.
That is why I was only slightly confused by this proposal.
Normally it doesn't hurt much to hit it with this sword. But I can feel it when I hit him.
Knowing or not how I feel like that, he awaits this one with a more glistening smile than usual with his nostrils absurd.
I'm sure he'll be ready enough to wait for the rest of his life until I move.
I set up a dagger with my right hand so that I could stick my sword tip to the other person's throat, as I used to learn, and take my right foot one step.
The left hand...... what were you going to do? Let's just try to let it drip.
"... I'm going!
I step in with my left foot and try to jump into the other guy's pocket, but it's a five-year-old body. Anyway, I'm not at liberty with a body that has grown out.
I'm farther away from him than I thought, and where I go in one step, I take two steps, and I lose my balance a little bit.
"... Ha!
But I'm gonna shaft my right leg, turn my body, try to jump up a little bit, and I'm gonna cut to him with a downward momentum.
But after he looked at me like that and smiled a little, he only wore my dagger accurately with his sword and took my body floating in the universe.
"That's amazing, Lazareth, I didn't know I could make it this far for the first time!
"... Huh?
"If you think you're out of balance, take advantage of it and turn to attack. This is hard to do inside. That's what I need to get used to in action."
... Well, I'm used to fighting in action, but I didn't expect a day to be praised for swordsmanship.
But in fact, he didn't get any of my attacks, and on the contrary, he captured my body.
If it's a real fight, it's not a fuss about a big loss. It will be used as a hostage.
"Lazareth, are you sorry?
"... yeah, well. If you lose, everyone will regret it."
"Then you just have to be strong. Because Lazareth..."
That's what Scott tried to say, but I interrupt him because of what he thought.
I wanted you to say it if you wanted to say it that far.
"... nothing. Well, let me start by teaching you how to set up."
"Yes. Best regards,"
Scott laughs bitterly when he sees me bow my head.
"Lazareth. You're an honest good boy, but you can make it a little easier, can't you? We're family. Nobody's gonna stop blaming me."
"... but shouldn't we use salutations for our families originally?
"There may be families like that. But my father doesn't want me to. Between us, you don't have to be reluctant."
... Is that what it is?
I was an orphan in the last world, and I don't know.
I was on my way with my attitude towards the orphanage teacher, but was it still a bad idea?
"... then, Father. Is this it?
"Yeah. That's fine. Well, let's start with how to set it up."
After this, I'll be attached to the archery for a few hours or so.
But unlike the previous world, the unpleasant feelings were gone somewhere.