Chapter 6

A month has passed since I started training my fighting spirit. My older brother is still as unpleasant as ever, but I feel like my fighting spirit is blending more and more with my body.

Furil is also training her fighting spirit just like me, and her growth rate is about the same as mine. Honestly, I’m surprised. Despite my familiarity with fighting spirit from my previous life, Furil is keeping up.

Whether it’s because I lack talent or because Furil has talent, I’m leaning towards the latter, but I feel somewhat deflated.

Right now, I’m gazing at the sword my father prepared for me. Of course, it’s sized for a five-year-old like me. It’s not a wooden sword but a steel sword with lethal capability.

It seems a bit dangerous to give a five-year-old such a weapon, but my father apparently thinks I’ll be fine. Perhaps he knows I’m a reincarnator.

…Well, whatever. I have a feeling my father sees right through everything, so there’s no point in overthinking it. For now, I need to focus on becoming stronger.

“Lord Kraze… it’s dangerous…”

“I’m fine.”

Frill, who is standing nearby, is watching me with concern as I hold the sword. It’s a natural reaction. Especially for a dedicated maid, it’s normal to be worried.

“The weight is good… the length is good…”

It’s difficult to swing with my natural physical ability, but it’s fine with the enhancement of my fighting spirit. I reinforced my whole body with fighting spirit and slowly swung the sword.

Downward strike, horizontal slash, diagonal cut, reverse diagonal cut, thrust. I swung as if recalling the thousands of practice swings from my previous life.

“I see…”

As expected, my body doesn’t move as smoothly as I hoped. Even though I have memories, my body is different, so there’s a mismatch.

But… it’s not bad. In fact, it’s undoubtedly… this body is amazing. I can’t gauge my physical abilities yet, but my coordination is outstanding.

Even though only a short time has passed since I started swinging the sword, my movements are improving rapidly. Therefore, it’s even more enjoyable to swing the sword. The more I swing, the closer I feel to the ideal sword technique.

“Hehe… Lord Kraze, with that mad smile… it’s wonderful…”

…I thought I heard something, but I’ll ignore it.

I’m just having too much fun right now.

In my previous life, I had no talent. No physical ability, no coordination, no fighting spirit. I was lacking in every aspect of talent.

But this body is the opposite. I can’t judge my physical abilities yet, but at least my coordination and fighting spirit are exceptionally high.

To the extent that my previous self seems like a slug in comparison. I don’t know if it’s coincidence or fate. Regardless, having all my regrets from my previous life resolved is something so wonderful it makes me laugh out loud.

“Phew…”

I stopped the sword I was swinging passionately and caught my breath. Even though I’m reinforcing my body with fighting spirit, a five-year-old’s untrained body accumulates significant fatigue.

“Lord Kraze, here’s some water and a cloth.”

“Ah, thank you.”

I thanked Frill, who is always well-prepared, and drank the water while wiping off my sweat. The cold water flowing over my flushed body feels pleasant. It reminded me of the grueling training of my previous life.

“What school of swordsmanship do you practice, Lord Kraze?”

“School?”

“Yes. I haven’t seen anything like it before…”

A school… a school of swordsmanship. Honestly, my swordsmanship doesn’t adhere to any particular school. It was developed based on how to efficiently kill the enemy.

Even if the sword has fallen out of use, there are still schools of swordsmanship. As far as I know, there were three: the Iron Shield School, the Wind Antagonism School, and the Thunder Shield School.

The Iron Shield School, which fights with a shield and full-body iron armor.

The Wind Antagonism School, characterized by swift attacks and defense like the wind.

The Thunder Shield School, which focuses on thunder-like attack power.

All three schools generally use a shield. Most swordsmen in the world belong to one of these schools. Of course, I am not one of them.

“My sword doesn’t belong to any school. It’s just my own style.”

“Even so, it looked quite impressive… beautiful, in fact.”

“Oh? You can tell?”

“It’s not like I can tell anything profound. I just thought it was somehow beautiful.”

…Well, that’s actually quite impressive. Maybe Frill has a talent for swordsmanship… If so, it could be interesting.

Frill can handle both fighting spirit and magic. As far as I know, I’ve never seen anyone who fights using both fighting spirit and magic.

In fact, very few people use fighting spirit… only three in my previous life. One of them was the swordsman who drove me to madness, and the other two were eccentric individuals. The two eccentric ones had accidentally opened the gate and didn’t even know about fighting spirit.

So, Frill is the only one who can use both fighting spirit and magic. It’s just a possibility, but if it becomes a reality, it would be delightful.

“Fufufu…”

“Lord Kraze, that evil smile is showing again…”

“Oh, right, right.”

“It’s already too late, though.”

In that case, maybe I should consult with my father with Frill involved. I have a feeling he already realizes something unusual about me. My mother… she probably thinks I’m just an odd child but doesn’t know I’m a reincarnator.

I don’t want my mother to find out, but if my father knows… well, it’s not a big deal. I have a feeling he would accept it in some way.

“Frill.”

“Yes?”

“Would you like to try sword training?”

“Eh?”

Frill tilted her head at my words.