Leo daily routine

Leo began listening more closely than ever. When his father, Caden, trained with local hunters — Leo watched, not just the flames, but the words. When his mother, Selene, spoke gently to the villagers as she healed their wounds — he listened.

At night, he asked them to name things. Over and over.

"What's this?" "And that?" "Say it again…"

His parents, slightly amused but always loving, indulged his curiosity. They thought he was just being a bright child — but only Leo knew the urgency behind his questions.

It became a routine. For a whole year, Leo absorbed every word like a sponge. Books became his closest companions. Even though he couldn't read them yet, he would flip through the pages, staring at the strange letters like they were magic circles.

And in a way — they were.

He could speak fluently. He could read simple texts. He could finally ask the questions that had been trapped in his mind since the day he arrived in this world.

And so, he opened his first real book of magic.

The book was old, its leather cover cracked with time, but its contents pulsed with life.

It spoke of the elements — fire, water, wind, earth — and the deeper arts: barrier magic, spiritual enchantments, mana manipulation. There were charts and drawings of runes and rituals, and Leo stared at each one with gleaming eyes.

But one word kept pulling his gaze every time it appeared:

"Witch."

The moment he flipped to the chapter about witches, a hand gently but firmly closed the book shut.

It was his mother.

Her expression wasn't angry — it was… tense.

"You shouldn't read about them, Leo," Selene said softly.

"Why?" he asked, looking up.

"There's danger in that kind of power. Witches are enemies of humanity and other races.

Leo frowned, curiosity only deepening. "Are there any around here?"

She hesitated.

"…Yes. One. Deep within the forest beyond our village. She's cursed the entire jungle around her. No adventurer dares go near. Not even knights. That part of the forest is considered forbidden."

Leo said nothing. But that only made him more interested.

In another book, one far less restricted, Leo discovered something else: Heroes.

Beings not born… but created — forged by the Goddess herself.

According to legends, heroes weren't regular humans. They were spiritual entities blessed with infinite gifts, able to create any blessing they wanted. Immortal protectors of the world, guardians against darkness.

When Leo asked his mother about them, her tone changed — not with fear, but with reverence.

"Yes, they exist," Selene said, sitting beside him one evening. "Some even live near the capital. This land, our region… it's known for attracting adventurers and powerful figures alike."

"Because of the capital?"

She nodded. "And because of the hero's presence. Their aura draws people — warriors, mages, seekers. But it also brings danger."

Leo sat in silence, the candlelight flickering against his young face.

Heroes. Witches. Magic…

This world is full of legends. But I'm no legend. Not yet.

He looked at his hands. Small. Still learning. Still unsure.

But deep within them — slumbered power.

Given by a goddess. Locked behind mystery. Waiting for him to grow.

And so Leo continued to read, to observe, to quietly evolve.

Because the world was vast. The stories were many.

And he was ready to write his own.

Leo sat at the wooden table near the window, a thick book open before him. The sun filtered through the leaves outside, painting golden patterns across the pages. His eyes moved slowly over the words — words he could now understand. His mind buzzed with questions, with magic, with possibilities.

And then…

A sharp, sudden pulse surged through his head — not like the usual headaches he'd experienced in his past life. This one was deeper, almost electric, like something had stabbed into the very core of his mind.

He clutched his temples, eyes squeezed shut.

And then — a voice.

A girl's voice.

Soft. Gentle. Full of warmth.

"Leo…"

She giggled. "You're finally here."

His eyes flew open. The pain vanished as quickly as it came, like it was never there. He blinked, dazed.

What… was that?

He looked around the room. Empty. Silent. Nothing out of place.

No one was here. But I heard it… clearly. That voice… calling my name. Like she knew me. Like she was waiting…

"Wait. Does that mean…"

Before the thought could finish, the door creaked open.

Caden leaned in with a wide grin. "Hey, Leo! You wanna go see the village with me today?"

Leo stared at him for a moment, then the strange memory slipped into the back of his mind like a fading dream. He smiled, pushing himself up from the chair.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

And just like that, the world moved forward again — but something had changed.

Something had awakened.

And it had called his name.

As Leo walked with his father, Caden, through the village, the cool evening air filled with laughter and the sounds of the day winding down. The village was peaceful, its cobblestone streets quieting as night approached. But Leo's attention was elsewhere, still buzzing from the hours spent practicing swordsmanship with his father. Caden had insisted on teaching him basic moves with a wooden sword, and while Leo wasn't exactly a master yet, he had certainly learned to block, swing, and occasionally land a hit—much to Caden's amusement.

"You've got to focus more, Leo! Don't just swing wildly!" Caden chuckled, dodging a poorly aimed strike.

Leo grinned, swinging again but missing, and said, "I thought you said I was doing great!"

"Yeah, great at missing," Caden teased, flicking Leo's forehead lightly. "Come on, let's keep moving. We're almost home."

As they strolled back through the village, Leo noticed something odd. Everywhere they went, people greeted Caden with warm smiles and nods of respect. Some even waved at him with exaggerated gestures, as if Caden was some kind of local hero. Leo raised an eyebrow.

"Dad," Leo asked, "why does everyone seem to be... so nice to you?"

Caden smirked, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I guess you could say I'm kind of a big deal around here. People like me because I help protect the village, teach the young ones how to defend themselves, and, well... I have a reputation as a swordsman."

"Right," Leo said, his eyes narrowing as he glanced around. "You're kind of like the village's celebrity, huh?"

"Something like that," Caden said with a wink.

It wasn't long before they made it back to the house. Leo, exhausted from his practice, was looking forward to a nice meal and a warm bed. But as they walked through the door, they were greeted not with a peaceful silence but with the sharp sound of Selene's voice.

"Well, well," Selene said, folding her arms as she stood in the doorway, eyeing them both. "What's this? Another adventure day, huh?"

Leo winced, looking up at his father, who had a sheepish grin plastered across his face.

"Uh-oh," Leo muttered under his breath.

Selene stepped forward, giving them both the "I'm-not-happy" look. "You two have been out all day, running around, playing sword games, and god knows what else, and I'm the one who gets to deal with dinner? Seriously?"

Leo blinked, then tried his best to look innocent. "But Mom, we were practicing! I learned a lot of new moves today!"

"You mean you learned how to swing a sword like a lumberjack," Selene shot back with a raised eyebrow. "And let's not forget how much time you two spent chatting with every villager, huh?"

Caden scratched his head awkwardly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, you know, Leo had a lot of questions about the village and the people—"

"Don't try to turn this into some heartwarming moment, Caden," Selene interrupted, her voice rising in mock seriousness. "I can't believe you let him distract you all day. What happened to teaching him the basics? You know, the stuff we agreed on?"

Caden chuckled nervously. "Well, we... did some basics. But Leo's just so eager to learn everything!"

Leo, trying to avoid getting caught in the crossfire, slid behind his father. "Yeah, Dad's teaching me all the cool stuff! I'll be a sword master in no time!"

Selene's glare softened, but only a little. "You two are impossible," she sighed, clearly trying not to laugh. "You know what, you both get to help me clean up tonight. That's your punishment for disappearing all day. And next time, Leo, less swordplay, more study. Got it?"

Leo puffed out his chest. "Got it, Mom!" He said it with mock seriousness, but a grin spread across his face. "Swordplay forever!"

"Oh, I see," Selene said with a playful smile. "If you want more swordplay, you'll have to clean the entire house tomorrow. I'll leave the broom and mop in your room."

Leo groaned. "That's not what I meant!"

Caden, now laughing openly, patted Leo on the back. "I think she's got you, kid."

"Alright, alright," Leo said, throwing up his hands in surrender. "You win, Mom. But I'm still going to be a sword master someday!"

"Well, you're going to have to master cleaning first," Selene said with a wink, before turning to prepare dinner.

As Leo moved to help with the chores, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Sure, he had gotten a lecture, but at least his family was here, laughing with him — and that felt better than any sword lesson.

Tomorrow, he'd focus on training and learning more about his magic. But for now, he was content with this simple moment, knowing that no matter how much his parents scolded him, they'd always have his back.

As the days passed, Leo's skills only grew stronger. At just five years old, he was already far beyond what Caden and Selene could have expected. Caden had been teaching him swordsmanship with patience, believing that it would take years for Leo to truly understand the fundamentals. But, much to his surprise, Leo seemed to learn at an astonishing rate. Every swing of the wooden sword, every parry and counterattack, was executed with more precision than the last. In fact, it only took a year for Leo to block every strike Caden threw at him with ease.

At first, Caden had thought Leo was just a quick learner, but as the months passed, it became more and more apparent that something extraordinary was happening. Leo's natural agility and sharp reflexes made him a formidable opponent, even at his young age.

"How... how are you doing this?" Caden asked, bewildered, after yet another training session where Leo had managed to block his attack effortlessly.

Leo, breathing lightly but clearly pleased, shrugged. "I don't know, Dad. Just practice, I guess?"

Caden stared at him, trying to process the situation. "You've only been training for a year, Leo. No kid picks this up this fast! It's almost like you're..."

"Like I'm what?" Leo asked, tilting his head innocently.

"I don't know," Caden muttered under his breath, rubbing his face. "I've been training for years, and you... You block every strike like it's nothing."

Selene, who had been observing from the sidelines, came over with a soft smile, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes. "He's been practicing hard, Caden. Maybe this is just his natural talent. But... this is beyond anything I've seen before.

"Yeah, but it's not just his sword skills, Selene," Caden responded, still trying to wrap his head around it. "His spells... they're improving too, way too fast."

Selene nodded in agreement. Over the past year, Leo's ability to cast spells had grown just as rapidly as his swordsmanship. While most children would still be fumbling with simple fire or water magic at this age, Leo was already casting complex spells without breaking a sweat. He could summon fireballs in the blink of an eye, create gusts of wind that knocked things over with ease, and even use simple healing magic.

When Selene first witnessed Leo healing a small cut on his hand with just a touch, she had been both awestruck and slightly alarmed. His ability to heal seemed nearly perfect already, as if he had mastered it within a few days.

"Leo, you're making this look way too easy," Selene said, shaking her head as she watched him.

Leo smiled brightly. "Well, you and Dad taught me, and I've been practicing a lot, Mom. Is that a problem?"

Selene chuckled softly, placing a hand on his head. "No, it's not a problem, Leo. We're just... we're amazed. Your skills are growing so fast. I don't think I've seen anything like it."