Translator's note :

“Yes, you can finaly have a sword fight with me. Let's fight!”

“Yes, please.”

This is what I expected. I never panic.

And I was beaten black and blue by my father that day.

His swordsmans.h.i.+p was faster and more skillfull. I can't do it as easily as he does, thus I was on the defensive.

I don't know why he was faster than me even though he had such a big and heavy sword.

At the end, our best magic is released.

I quickly shot down his middle-cla.s.s magic while using basic magic, but I still couldn't win.

I tried to cast advanced magic to catch him midway.

As expected, this was something my father hadn't antic.i.p.ated, and he was overwhelmed at that moment.

However, high-level magic needs time to be cast, and he closes the distance before I finish.

What. Can magic be cut?

I'm about to lose confidence, but he says with a smile, “No one is as strong as I am!”.

My father doesn't know about cheats yet.

X x x x

Spring of the year, I am twelve years old.

At last I decide to leave Asma Village.

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