Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 4

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Reincarnated as a Legendary Talent Genius of a Noble Family Episode 4

2. The Talented Genius of a Noble Family (3)

“The more accurate reason is, well, I just liked spears. Haha. When I was young, I went to see a sparring tournament hosted by the Imperial Palace… The winner at that time was a knight who used a spear, and that knight looked really cool to this father.”

Father smiled broadly.

“Of course, if everyone could learn spears for such a reason alone, this father wouldn’t have been able to create as many as six magic cores.”

Magic cores.

A type of magic concentrate that determines the ‘rank’ of warriors.

Magic naturally accumulates in the body through breathing and training, and gathering this magic together and concentrating it is what creates a magic core.

Through these magic cores, humans can produce physical abilities beyond their limits, and as the number of cores increases, those limits rise.

With one core, you might barely deflect a stray arrow flying at you, but with four cores, you could survive in a hail of arrows.

And Father is a hexa-rank expert who possesses as many as six magic cores.

Perhaps the level I might have reached if I hadn’t died.

“By the way, this father has as many as six magic cores. Hahaha!”

Father continued his explanation while laughing very proudly.

“It’s a bit different from the ‘magic circles’ that mages possess. If ‘circles’ are for circulating and refining magic, then ‘cores’ are for concentrating magic. Let’s learn more details gradually later. For now, we need to learn spear techniques.”

Father first demonstrated a thrust.

Single Point Focus.

He simply thrust the spear forward, but…

Thoom.

The air distorts.

I could see it clearly with my own eyes.

“Thrusting is the foundation of spear techniques. It seems like nothing special, just a simple movement, but you must refine countless thrusts so that when needed, you can thrust with the most appropriate force and perfect depth.”

“Yes, Father.”

“This distortion of space happens because I performed a perfect thrust. When you apply perfect force to the part you want to pierce, the magic within your body reacts and instantly twists the pierced area.”

Father said this while wearing a very proud smile.

“By the way, this is a technique this father developed. I just wanted to boast about it once. Hahaha.”

If Mother had seen this, she would have teased him for being silly, but I feel respect.

It’s truly difficult to introduce new techniques to martial arts like swordsmanship and spear arts that countless warriors throughout history have established and laid the foundation for.

“The technique I just showed requires advanced skills to release the magic within your body simultaneously with the thrust.”

Father spun his spear once in the air, set it down, and pointed to my spear.

“Now, thrust. Give it a try.”

I gripped the spear and took my stance.

“Relax your mind. Dismiss the thoughts that just arose and thrust the spear. If you can’t do that, the spear you thrust will eventually be blocked.”

Spear.

A weapon that didn’t leave much impression in my previous life.

A weapon I only used as support after realizing my talent with the sword.

However, as I began to approach the spear as Father suggested, I started to feel something different.

“Concentrate, Dane.”

I focused my mind.

Feeling something budding within my body.

Aken thought his son looked quite admirable.

‘When did I first realize something about spears? Was it seven years after I first held one?’

Aken reflected on his own experience of being called a ‘genius.’

How long would his youngest take?

He wasn’t sure, but it would probably take quite a long time before he became familiar with spears.

‘But his stance is really well-formed.’

In fact, whether it’s spear arts or swordsmanship, the basics start with stance. Only then can you move on to the next actions, whether swinging or thrusting.

But somehow, his youngest’s stance was already complete.

As if he had been training steadily.

However, rather than doubting this fact, Aken simply attributed it to his son’s talent being more outstanding than he had thought.

Whoosh, whoosh!

But it wasn’t just at that level.

“…Just now.”

Aken suddenly gasped.

Creating techniques—that is, breaking through already established theories to create and complete techniques useful in actual combat—how long would that take?

One year? Five years? Or ten years?

It took Aken seven years.

The technique of concentrating magic at the spear tip and exploding it in an instant.

But…

Whooom!

Why was the spear tip that his youngest Dane thrust rippling?

Though certainly inferior to his own, the space was rippling.

That was the phenomenon that occurred when concentrated magic exploded.

“…How on earth.”

After much thought, Aken pulled out one question from among tens of thousands.

“How did you do it?”

His youngest Dane had just held a spear for the first time.

Yet not only was his stance perfect, but he had even imitated the technique he had created.

Could this make sense?

“I gathered magic together, and at the moment of thrusting, I flowed it into the spear tip. Then I calculated the moment the spear would reach the target point and cut off the flow of magic.”

It was a perfect answer.

On one hand, it was absurd.

Seven years.

That was the time it took him to theorize and organize that technique.

But just…

Right now, at this moment when he held a spear for the first time in his life, he completed it?

Not just luckily doing it randomly, but while understanding the theory on his own?

“Huh…”

Aken burst into laughter at the sight of his youngest looking at him with a proud expression as if craving praise.

“Hahaha…”

Then he was immediately shocked once again.

‘Wait, did my son just handle magic?’

Just now, he said he ‘gathered’ magic, ‘flowed it in,’ and ‘cut it off.’

“…Dane. Did you just say you handled magic?”

Setting aside the fact that he had awakened to something he had never been taught, he had just said he handled magic.

Aken swallowed his dry saliva.

And he was stunned by his son’s following answer.

“Yes, I created a magic core. It’s only one so far, though.”

Aken realized.

The one who would inherit his Dragon Tale had appeared.

“…Is our son going to become a Magic-Spear-Assassination-Summoner?”

After passing through the days of repeating “waah” and “ababa,” from the day I showcased my talent on my first birthday, I actually didn’t have much time to be bored.

This was because my family members took turns sharing theories about their respective areas of expertise.

It was right then that I began learning and accepting Father’s interesting theories about Spear Arts.

“The spear shares common ground with the sword in that it thrusts and swings to cut. But there’s definitely a difference, Dane. It’s the distance. Unless there exists a sword as long as a spear, the spear always has a clear advantage when fighting against sword-wielding opponents.”

“Because the spear has a narrow contact surface, it can deliver efficient strikes with less force. Though it’s quite regrettable, Spear Throwing is also a very powerful technique.”

Techniques for attacking enemies and blocking attacks in a different way from swords.

It didn’t mean it was more interesting than swords, but it was certainly clear there was much to learn.

However, Father didn’t teach me how to handle mana as a warrior.

I wasn’t sure if he simply thought it was still too difficult for me to understand, or if he just thought it wasn’t the right stage for that yet.

What mattered was that I already knew, and accepting mana and creating a mana core with a child’s body wasn’t all that difficult.

“Huff, ha, huff, ha.”

Nothing is easier than walking a path you’ve already walked once before.

The only obstacle was this child’s body that wasn’t yet fully developed.

The method for creating a mana core is simple.

Accept mana through breathing, refine that mana within the body, and shape it into a core form.

Nevertheless, the reason why few people create mana cores and are finally called ‘warriors’ is because each person’s affinity and sense for mana varies drastically.

Fortunately, Dane Sogress’s mana affinity was excellent.

No, it wasn’t just at an excellent level.

The moment I first accepted mana into this body through ‘Mana Breathing,’ I realized.

Agrik’s body from my previous life, which I had thought was considerable, was at such an incredible level that it couldn’t even be compared.

An affinity so sensitive and perfect that I could feel each particle of mana vividly, so much that I could distinguish what kind of taste the mana I breathed had.

Thanks to that, I was finally able to shape a mana core with the body of a three-year-old child…

Thud!

And now like this, in the place where I held a spear for the first time, I could pathetically imitate Father’s techniques.

“You created a mana core? You, Dane?”

“Yes.”

Father stared at me blankly for a long while before asking.

“Since when? How did you make it? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Father is a caring person.

And on the battlefield, he’s an incredibly calm person.

Thinking that such a person was now asking me questions in uncontrollable excitement made it certain that I was displaying unprecedented talent.

“Did your mother teach you by any chance? Or Arabella? Claire?”

None of the three.

Though I did receive some help with theories related to mana, creating the mana core was purely the result of Dane Sogress’s affinity combined with my previous life’s experience living as Agrik.

In the end, there was only one answer I could give.

“I was lucky enough to create it. I saw how to make a mana core in a book and tried following it…”

Of course, this answer seemed to bring Father even greater shock.

“Hah, haha. You created a mana core by reading a book… A true genius has really been born in our family.”

Father muttered as if reciting, then knelt down to match my eye level and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Dane. You will surely be able to become an excellent warrior. This father thinks so. No one I know has ever created a mana core at this age. No, most don’t even understand the principle.”

Father continued speaking with serious eyes.

“I felt it at your first birthday, but seeing it directly, I understand. To walk only the path of a spear master… your talent might be too precious for that, Dane.”

I think so too.

Though the sword always exists in my heart, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to learn other things.

Father, the Empire’s greatest spear master.

Mother, formerly the greatest assassin.

Big sister, a genius mage.

Little sister, a genius summoner.

In this perfect environment with four excellent geniuses, what I needed to do was see and learn as much as possible.

Of course, Father made this point with more serious eyes than ever before.

“Still, spears are the best compared to assassination, Magic, or Summoning Arts. Yes, absolutely.”

Why do I have the feeling I’m going to receive similar questions three more times in the future?

Father suddenly said that, then looked at my Short Spear and spoke.

“This spear will need a name now too.”

“A name?”

“Yes. All weapons need names. When the one wielding the weapon is ready, if you give it a name and show affection, the weapon will respond even stronger.”

Father was much more romantic than he appeared.

To me, who had wandered battlefields breaking countless weapons without ever thinking of naming them, he seemed that way.

“Go to bed early today. You’ll be tired all day tomorrow because of the banquet, and if you sleep too late, you might doze off.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Then I’ll see you in front of the Main Castle later. Don’t be late. It’s time for the guests to arrive.”

I seriously pondered a name like that.

It was the day before my seventh birthday.

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