Mountain bandits are weak AF

I was on my bed, my entire body so sore just moving any part slightly ached, but that just meant my father's workout plan worked, now maybe it was because of training or because of my extremely filled with protein diet or it's a power up from reincarnation or what, but I looked like a three year old after only three days of living.

If it continued at this rate, I would look nineteen by the time I'm nine.

My muscles were also there, I already had a six pack, and my chest was buff enough to show through clothing. My hair also grew, and raven colored straight hair is damn cool to have.

"Haha! At this rate, my son would be the best in physical prowess by the time he's ten!" My father sat cross armed on a wooden chair a few meters away from my bed, laughing proudly.

"Father, is it normal for me to look three years old while I'm only three days old?" I finished with a groan, heck talking was a small pain.

"Definitely not" His face tensed up, "But I think it's just because my son is a genius who managed to form good muscles in only three days. I honestly didn't expect you to be able to do thirty pushups by the second day" He grinned again.

"Damn it" I murmured with a groan, except it stoped midway.

"Huh?" My soreness was gone, in fact all of my pain was gone, and another fact my muscles buffed up slightly, making me 'huh' thrice in a minute.

I knew I would get muscles quickly because of my stupidly young age, but this speed is terrifying.

"Nevermind nine, you may outperform your father by the time you're three" He laughed loudly again.

"Since I already recovered, I shouldn't waste time. Father, let's begin training" I left my bed and walked to my dad, realizing I also grew by an entire foot.

This speed is too much, if somehow modern day humans found a way to gain consciousness at a few days old, it's terrifying to think of the results.

"Alright, let's test your strength again"

***

"Son, with your strength, I think you're ready to train like me, not only that, you can also hunt animals with me and help me in the field. Gods! I have blessed by a monster of a son!" Father's amazement was through the roof, not only could I now do three hundred pushups in a row before I even start to get weak, I could also curl my father's pickaxe and chop wood logs effortlessly, as well as survive a hit by my dad with the blunt side of the axe.

"Before doing so dad, I have an idea. I need to increase my endurance if I want to survive, right?"

"Right"

"Then here, take this and hit me until you yourself become unable to do so anymore" I handed my father a thick piece of wood, it was an idea I got from a certain comic, and if the results were even half similar to the comic I could have a body as tough as steel soon.

"Are you sure? This is a bit heavy, you will receive pain incomparable to my hits" My dad was naturally worried, however I long since stopped feeling pain from training.

Ever since results came in, which was only on the first day, I ignored pain, even if I cried or my muscles became red, just thinking of how much easier I would live stopped the pain.

"I'm sure, father, now come on!" I smiled, before crossing my arms in front of me to offer just a little bit of protection, and pain soon invaded.

Ever wondered how it feels to have a body part hit with the force of a couple kilos? Well that's how it felt to me.

Every inch of my body except the generation generator got hit hardly, then hit again, then again, then again, and this continued until evening. After that I went inside the house, groaning in pain with every step.

"My sweet Gao!" My mother rushed to me the moment she saw me walking as if my legs got fractured, she removed my shirt to find my entire body red and covered with scratches.

"Who did this to you?!" She shouted in anger.

"Me" My father boldy stood by the door and said, his tone devoid of any worry.

"How could you do this to your son?!"

"Actually, mother, I told him to this, can I just rest on the bed before explaining?" I looked at her with the best expression of a cute baby that I could do, and it worked.

"Alright, explain" She sat angrily on a wooden chair an inch away from my bed, my father frozen beside her unable to do anything.

"It's actually-" Before I could finish, a loud crash from outside the house resounded loudly contrasting the screams.

"Stay here, I will go check" My father said while walking out of the house.

"I'm coming with you" I ran to him only to get blocked.

"There is no way I'm letting my newborn son risk his life"

"Dad! I'm already as strong as you, maybe even more! Let me help"

"Enough is enough"

"And I said I will help, my word is the way of the world!"

My father sighed, "How did I get such an arrogant and stubborn son. Alright, come with me, but if I see a hint of danger coming to you I will throw you all the way to here"

"Alright"

My father and I ran to the gate of the village, and the scene was just a normal monday in Murim, however it was where I was.

A group of what looked like mountain bandits were tearing the village apart, mercilessly killing everyone and lauging while doing it, fire raged on the houses as well.

I was blinded by rage at that moment, and I would be at fault if things went wrong, but I couldn't care less.

I leaped to one bandit, the ground formed a giant web of cracks, and with a punch of mine he went down, another leap I took out another one, and in a minute only one remained alive.

"Oho? You look young yet so strong. How about this, come joi-" I didn't need to hear what he wanted to say, interrupting my conversation with my parents was a crime punished by death.

I punched with all my strength, however that only formed a scratch, he tried to talk however I kept punching, aiming for several places each time. A series of hands punching each other appeared, making the scene look like a stereotypical martial arts fighting scene.

If I continued at this rate, I would never win.

A punch to the solar plexus, followed by a quick punch to the ribs and another punch to the generation generator decided the fate of the battle.

I stood there, a buff huge guy on the ground with his eye only having the whites, fire raged near us however the dripping of blood was louder than it by several folds.

"My Gao!" Father rushed to my side, tears filling his face.

"Are you okay?" He said while patting me everywhere.

"That's not it, father. Mountain Bandits are weak as fuck"

Awkwardness ended the dreadful night.