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Chapter 4 - chapter 4:

[Navir's POV]

Hmm…

I heard something. The sound of a bucket crashing. Maybe Krish broke another one.

He had been acting strange these past days. Always running off to the rooftop.

{"That's it!}" I heard the child shout.

"That's what?" I muttered, curiosity piquing.

So I followed him. Quietly.

And what I saw made my chest tighten.

My son—just three years old—was standing there, air swirling around him, mana flaring.

And then… that thing.

A bullet of compressed air shot forward with a whistling roar, shattering wood like it was nothing.

My sword slipped from my hand.

"Krish…" I muttered, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice.

He froze. Turned slowly. Our eyes met.

"Krish… what was that?"

For a moment, silence filled the rooftop. Only the hiss of leftover steam echoed. The boy looked pale, panicked… but behind that, there was determination.

He can do magic. At the age of only three. There's no plausible option other than my son being a genius.

"Ah!… um, this is—"

Before he could finish—

"Navir? What's wrong? I heard something."

Sera's voice. She came upstairs. The moment her eyes landed on the broken wood, on Krish clutching his fists, her mouth fell open.

"What happened here? Why is the air so heavy? …Did you force him to learn sword?"

Her face twisted, scary.

"No… I would never force something—"

"Then why is the room damaged?" she pressed, anger in her voice.

"I will explain later."

I sighed, crouching before Krish. My hand rested on his small head. "Krish… there's no need to be afraid. But don't do what you did today without permission."

"…Yes?" he answered softly, then left.

That night, lying flat on the bed, my thoughts were a strangled mess. What will happen to Krish if this leaks out? Especially… to that man.

Creak.

Sera entered.

"It's surprising to see you like this."

"..."

"Hmm… now tell me. What happened this afternoon?"

"Krish… our Krish… he can already use magic."

"Eh?" She blinked, confused. Then burst into laughter.

"That's all? He sure is my son, isn't he?" Tears welled from her laughter.

"He can do it chantless."

The room froze. Silence pressed in.

"So… he's a… magical genius." Her lips parted, then slowly curved into a smile. "My boy… my Krish… a genius! I knew it!"

"Are you being serious right now?" I snapped, frustration leaking. "If someone from the empire knew… Krish will be in danger."

But she only giggled, rubbing her cheek against mine. "That's something to worry about later. What matters is that he's special. All we need is a capable mentor, so he can defend himself."

She had a point, but…

I clenched my fists. "…You said if it was a boy, he'd become a swordsman."

"But he has talent for magic," she shot back with a sly grin.

"Tch…" I sulked, looking away.

We were so caught in the argument that we didn't notice Mira step in.

"…Forgive me for intruding," the old maid's calm voice came. She stood at the threshold, eyes steady.

"Mira? How long were you standing there?" I asked.

She shook her head. "You two are loud enough for the whole street to hear."

"…Ugh."

"Why not train him in both? Sword and magic. Balance will be his strength."

Her words silenced the room. Heavy. Sharp. True.

Sera blinked, then nodded. "She's right, Navir."

I let out a deep breath, shoulders slumping. "…Fine. Both it is. But I'll handle the sword."

"Then let your cousin contact a good mentor."

Mira's expression softened. "Then I'll be taking my leave."

That night, under the watch of three different hands — Father's sword, Mother's warmth, and Maid's wisdom — Krish's path was decided.

The path of blade and magic.

[Krish's POV]

After I ran off from the room, I holed myself up in my chambers.

The next morning, during breakfast… The atmosphere was calm. Too calm. Deadly calm.

I sat at the table and began eating.

"Krish."

Cough cough "Y-Yes, Father?"

"I think you know what you did yesterday."

"Yes…" Sweat ran down my face. If things turn dire, I'll do that.

"We both decided something."

Here it comes.

"You are going—"

Thump.

"I-I'm sorry! I'll never use it again!"

I bowed down in front of him. Father wanted me to be a swordsman… right?

Only silence answered.

Then Mother burst into laughter. "Dear, I think you scared him good!"

Father's face reddened. I couldn't read the atmosphere at all.

"…It's not about that," he said finally.

"Eh?"

"We decided to train you in both sword and magic."

"And a mentor will be assigned to you," Mother added with a smile.

A mentor? Maybe he'll teach me more about magic. But… this will be the first person I meet other than my parents.

Bring it on. I'm ready.

"I'll teach you sword. The mentor will come two weeks later."

Well, that's enough time to prepare myself.

[Two days later]

Even though the mentor was supposed to arrive two weeks later, Father already began training me in swordsmanship.

Sometimes… it felt like I was going to die.

"I'D RATHER RUN THE WHOLE 『CINDRA』 THAN THIS!!" I screamed.

[A few days later]

Father left town for four days, on some adventuring work. Despite how he looked, Navir was an 『Emperor』-rank Sword Master. One of the few M-Rank adventurers.

In my old world, "S" was the highest. But here, "M" is the highest… followed by "SS."

So, no sword class for a while. Perfect. I could finally train in magic.

I began practicing, increasing the number of 『Pressure Bullets』 I could shoot. The number kept climbing.

[Two days until Navir returns]

Now I could fire four at once.

That's when I saw it.

A monster eagle, as large as me, was chasing something small. A bird.

It wasn't my business… but I liked birds in my past life.

『Water Jet!』

I imagined a high-pressure stream of water. A ball formed beside me, then—A thin, sharp jet sliced the eagle's head clean off.

Its body crashed down. The small bird soon fell too.

I rushed over.

And what I saw made my heart race.

It was… a parrot.

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🔸 END OF CHAPTER 4

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