An Average Day (1)

In this fantasy world like many, an invisible energy commonly referred to as mana in most cultures, courses through the skies, plains and seas, acting as fuel to aid mythical entities in their everyday life.

Presently, situated in a luxurious room at the second floor of Duke Gide Aried Polarias's mansion, a young white-haired adolescent boy who appears to be around the age of four, could be seen sleeping peacefully in his grandiose, king-size bed.

Knock! Knock!

The loud knocking on the door caused the young boy to awake from his slumber. His trip to the dream world was cut short, as he was now back into reality. His eyelashes faintly quivered, as he quietly grumbled for ruining the blissful dream he had experience.

After taking a few seconds to pull himself together, the boy finally opened his mouth.

"...You may enter."

As the doors to his room opens up, a beautiful brown-haired woman, donning a Victorian-style maid outfit, entered the room with elegant steps.

"Good morning, young master." The maid spoke softly, with a gentle smile etched onto her face.

She pinched the side of her dress, before lifting it ever so slightly and curtsied to him in an elegant fashion. The movements and gestures she made displayed her gracefulness, stipulating the devotion and experience she had accumulated over the years working as a maid.

"Morning, Lisa..." The young boy responded groggily, his eyes still droopy with remnants of sleep.

"Young master. At least try to tidy yourself before letting me enter." The maid spoke as she pulled out a handful of tools from seemingly out of thin air, and began to neaten his appearance.

From his wild, ruffled hair, turned into tamed, kempt hair. Unlike the maid, the boy was disinterested with tidying his appearance, a habit he acquired from his past life. To him, keeping his appearance neatly was simply a waste of energy and time. The time lost from making himself pleasing to the eyes could've been squandered by playing games.

It had been five years since the boy was reincarnated. It was strenuous for him to instantly adapt to the abrupt changes in morales, laws, languages, and many others. After all, he came from a modern world where magic didn't exist. The only "magic" his old world had to offer was something commonly known as 'science' by many. Nevertheless, he managed to reshape the perspective he had for his old world, to be befitting of this new world.

"Now you look better, young master." The maid remarked.

Truth to be told, even if he didn't tidy up his appearance, he would still look handsome regardless. His pair of blue eyes simulated the morning sky, brimming with life, purity and devoid of any malicious ambitions, contrast to his once muddy eyes. His face is small, perfectly shaped, and beautiful, bearing a resemblance to modern-day idols.

His figure is healthy, and well-proportioned, accompanied by well-defined muscles, noticeable underneath his creased attire. His skin tone is nearly identical to that of his past life, albeit looking healthier than before.

"Can I go now?" The boy asked the maid.

"Of course, young master. Miss Elena is already waiting for you in the training ground."

The boy grew despondent upon hearing that his teacher was already awaiting for his arrival. Letting out exasperated sigh, the boy slowly made his way to the training ground. While he did like this new life of his, the sole complaint he had would be the lessons he had to partake in; history, etiquette, swordsmanship, and anything concerning of what a proper noble needed to undergo, before they could debut in the high society.

...

The training ground, a wide, rectangular area situated a few meters behind Duke Gide Aried Polarias's mansion. It's wide enough to accommodate approximately 30 to 40 training knights and squires simultaneously.

In the middle of the training ground, a beautiful young, orange-haired woman around her early-thirties could be seen mediating. The training ground was eerily silent today. No individuals apart from the woman was present.

A faint, orange light encircled the woman from to toe. Who knows for how long she had been meditating here. After a few moments, her eyelids opened up, revealing a pair of orange-colored eyes. The faint light gradually disappeared as her mediating session came to an end.

She stared at the entrance of the training groud. From afar, a young boy could be seen walking opposite of the direction she faced. His small figure growing bigger the closer he got. Two broadsword clearly made from wood could be seen within his arms.

The woman slowly stood up from the ground, and stretch her sore limbs. A faint smile could be seen etched onto her face as the distance between her and the young boy decreases with each breath she took. However, she hurriedly conceal her smile, and put up a cool, collected facade in front of him.

"You're late once again, Tain." The woman announces.

"Sorry, teacher. I uhh... I..." The young boy attempts to come up with an excuse on the spot. Sadly, nothing came to his mind.

"You overslept again, didn't you?"

"...Yes." he shamefully admits.

"I won't scold you, but we are going to have makeup lessons later tonight."

The young boy frowned, but he couldn't argue with his teacher. Ever since he had arrived, most of his old habits had ceased to exist within this new body of his. Nonetheless, a few of them still linger around to this day.

One of his common habit he still have is his impulse to sleep. Having confined himself inside of a room where there was no light except for the one that emanated from the TV screen, his sense of time was in shambles. He could sleep whenever he wanted, whenever he needed, without anyone ever bothering him.

The woman snatched one of the broadsword away from his grasp. Pointing the sword at his face, the young woman opened her mouth. "Come at me now, Tain." she spoke in a voice full of authority. The way she stands, her posture, her breathing, everything about her gave off the impression of a perfect soldier.

Tightening his grip around the handle of the remaining sword he held, he shouted "Yes!"

The woman that stood in front of him isn't one to be underestimated. She is after all Elena Befallen Tiars, a world renowned swordmaster known for her ruthless nature. Tain hated his swordsmanship lessons the most among the others. His swordsmanship teacher isn't one to show even the slightest amount of mercy to anyone, and that included him, her student. But at the same time, he favoured her more than nearly anyone else. Outside of teaching hours, Elena is the most softhearted person he ever met, just beneath his mother in terms of the favourability he had for her.

She hated—no—despises fighting more than anyone he had ever came across in both of his lifetime. She held a firm belief, that fighting was the root of all wars, which in turn, leads to the death of the innocents. If possible, she wanted to massacre all of the nobles that commanded their army to go to war, yet never experienced fighting on the battlefield themselves. But she couldn't. Even if she hated it, she couldn't just outright slaughter nobles without being framed as a murderer.

"Tain."

"Yes, teacher?"

"...No, it's nothing." A hint of regret could be picked up in her words.

Without any prior warning, she rushed at the young boy with her blade high up in the sky.

'...Crap' he thought as he saw the blade descending down to his head.

'I'm fcked.'

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