I turned seven.
The development of the application was smooth, to say the least.
First and foremost, I created “Delete Magic” for deletion and “Crack Magic” for interference.
Frankly, these two were so excellent that the monsters of the magic forest no longer posed a challenge.
And just the other day, I completed the “Generate Magic” for creation. Honestly, it’s like CAD.
Since this world is essentially like a program, if you can delete, modify, and generate programs, you don’t really need anything else.
Smooth sailing!
The magic study sessions with Ada have been reduced to three times a week, but they are still ongoing, and lately, I’ve been teaching Ada as well.
Ah, life is fulfilling!
“Exas, I hear you’ve been playing in the forest with the daughter of the baker,”
“Yes, what about it?”
“Then, take care of your younger siblings there as well.”
Hmmm…?
Father…
Why don’t you take care of your own children?
It’s such a nuisance…
After all, I’ve been going along with four days of training a week under the agreement that I could have three days to myself, so why break the promise after just about a year???
It’s unbelievable…
My brother, Sirius, is five.
My sister, Cecily, is four.
You want me to take care of the kids?
Give me a break.
But if I were to protest here, saying “That’s not the promise,” I can easily imagine him getting angry.
So, let’s use our heads here.
I mean, since I have no intention of inheriting the territory, perhaps it’s best to train my brother, who will take my place as the lord, as a matter of courtesy?
No, there’s no need for courtesy, and it’s not like I have any personal feelings.
But still, accumulating know-how in education is more valuable than gold.
As an engineer who was actively working at the forefront, I’ve never really taught anything to anyone.
Teaching someone… especially a child, will surely be useful when I form a faction later on.
And, moreover, I’ll devise a way so that it doesn’t interfere with my magic development activities.
Fortunately, as far as I’ve seen, my siblings don’t seem to be that foolish.
They may not be as much as Ada, but they seem to be quite sharp for their age.
Let’s give them a little training.
I didn’t take them to the secret base.
The secret base has been relocated to a position 2km from the village, and I’ve even started beekeeping as a pastime. Maybe I could teach beekeeping to my brother and make it a source of revenue for this territory?
Instead, I gathered Ada and my siblings at another place I made for studying.
”Father says that for nobles, martial power is the most important, but that’s not enough. Only those like the ‘Sword Saint’ in the royal capital can live by the sword alone. That’s why I want to teach you the ‘art of survival,” I said, keeping up the facade of a smile.
”Yes!” my Siblings replied energetically.
Well, all I have to do is teach them the Boy Scout and outdoor skills I learned as a kid in my previous life!
”So first, I’ll teach you how to make weapons! Let’s find a sturdy stone.”
”A stone?”
”We’ll use the stone to cut wood.”
”Wood?”
”We’ll make weapons from wood.”
”Understood!”
And then, with the stone my siblings picked up, we cut a thin tree.
The trees around here are fibrous, and if you peel and split the bark, it becomes like a string.
I remember the things I learned during my childhood Boy Scout… I mean, there are groups that do things like children’s camping and survival training. I’m teaching my siblings based on that, while recalling what I learned.
You see, Boy Scouts isn’t a bad thing.
It’s a prejudice to think it’s something that rich kids do!
…Well, I was also a kid born into a wealthy family.
”Wow! A string from a tree?!”
My siblings react exaggeratedly to everything, as kids do.
Having such interesting reactions makes teaching them fun for me.
“But the string is weak as it is. That’s why we braid it. I’ll teach you, so let’s try it!”
Twisting and then twisting in the opposite direction.
“Like this, big brother?”
“Yes, yes, Sirius, you learn quickly!”
“Ehehe…”
And what we made by braiding the thread was a sling.
In other words, a slingshot.
It’s a weapon that wraps a stone in thread, swings it around, and uses centrifugal force to throw the stone.
“Isn’t a bow stronger?”
“With Sirius’s strength, you can’t draw a bow yet. But you can use a sling.”
“Yes!”
“Then, let’s practice with the sling for a while!”
“Yes!”
With that, I left my brothers alone for a week.
Well, they won’t master the sling overnight.
Let’s leave them under the pretext of practicing with the sling for a while.
“Big brother! I’ve gotten better at hitting the target!”
I underestimated my brother.
He’s quite smart for a child, but he has high athletic ability.
He has become skilled with the sling, hitting the target seven or eight times out of ten.
It’s not easy to hit with a sling, but well…
Looking at his hands, they are worn to the point of having calluses.
How much did this kid practice…?
As for my sister… her mind is about the same as my brother’s, but she’s dexterous with her hands.
She’s mass-producing thread from fibrous wood.
Hmm, I need to revise the curriculum.
It seems they are quite capable children after all.
