Rules of Reincarnation: I Don't Follow the Norm

Magic or Sword

I still can't believe what situation I put myself in. Well, I was so careless that I didn't even think I might be like the OP protagonists in books or comics. I also want to experience being an OP but I think I'm too stupid in this situation. I didn't know that I had done a lot of things. I didn't just violate the common sense of their magic, it was as if I had put my situation in jeopardy.

This life may be my second chance to live. Even I don't know why I died, and at least I don't want to waste my life again. Oh wait, what's wrong with me? I thought I have no remorse in my past life?! What kind of half-assed feeling is this.

Clash of wooden swords is all I hear. Panting from tired substitute attack on my father. Why did he even think of sparring with a 4-year old child, even before body development began. And of course I obviously get tired right away.

My father didn't even sweat a bit. He just smiled like he was mocking me because I couldn't hit him. And this kind of situation is what I still can't sink in. s**t, I'm still a kid and I have to train right away. If I hadn't just been boxing before and watching action movies, I wouldn't be throwing anything away now.

"Is that all you can throw out?" Obvious mockery of me.

I sighed and gripped the handle of the sword tightly.

"Aaaahh!"

I ran as fast as I could run. When I looked up, it was hopeless because I was obviously small compared to my father. I was only on my knees to my father and it was obvious that I was wasting my energy.

"Tak!"

Before I knew it I was thrown when we exchanged attacks, I rolled over and fell down.

"My God Nicolas! What did you do to the child!"

My father just shrugged at my mother's cry. While helping me and removing the dirt from my clothes, I spoke like a child who was being bullied.

"Papa, you're strong! Please don't bully me!"

Bully... I tried to sound sarcastic to my words but they didn't seem to notice.

"I was born strong!" As he tapped her biceps with his raised right hand.

"Strong. You just beat up your weak child."

Ouch. Mama, if you think your words are comforting, well it's just a pain. But well I guess I have to accept the fact that I'm weak.

"Beat up? That's natural in training but of course I didn't mean to hurt him. Are you okay son?" My father was still standing as he used the sword in his left hand as a backrest and cane.

"Gosh! Whose son is this? Of course I'm fine." I jokingly replied.

We just laughed. And continued rehearsing even though my mother was obviously worried.

"'Didn't we already agree that our son would be a swordsman?!" Father's insistence. My mother just shrugged as she closed her eyes as if she was too proud.

"When we thought his mana count was low. Before he was born I was sad that he must go into a muscle brain environment. But thank god even though our mana count don't stand out, he was blessed with wisdom and talents. Just like a true prodigy." I think my head is getting bigger from the compliments of my mother.

"If that's the case, he should still be a swordsman because he's a man."

"You i***t. What a waste of our son's talent if he just becomes a swordsman."

"Why not both?" I cut them. They stopped arguing and looked at me as I sat in the chair. I just tilted my head because of confusion. Does it seem like they suddenly look different as if their faces are saying 'Huh?' and their eyes were round.

They looked at each other and nodded at each other. They smiled and faced me again. My father carried me holding both my armpits. I was raised like superman or simba in lion king.

"We didn't think of that. You're really a prodigy."

Whut?! Did I get that smart? OMG! My genius. Didn't they think that mage could hold a sword?

And that's why their 4-year old kid is teaching them to hold a sword. In the morning my mother helped me with magic, in the afternoon I was holding a wooden sword instead of a book. Even in my previous life I was lazy to read a book, but when I came here my interest changed and I fell in love with reading a book. Of course because of the effect of my fantasy life here.

A few months passed and my training continued. I hold both books and swords every day. Even though they act like pushy parents, I don't feel like they are manipulative because I enjoy it. It's like bonding that we're also training every day. And I appreciate it because I also never felt like having a happy family before.

When we celebrated my 5th birthday. They told the news that the mother was pregnant. Suddenly my eyes twinkled. Younger sibling...

I seem to want a younger sister than a brother. But whatever is okay with me. I also want to be able to experience having a younger sibling.

My mother was only 3 months pregnant and they were just waiting for my birthday.

I still training every day because I want to be a role model older brother. Ohh...

"There! More spirit! Hahahahahaha!"

I still exchange with father's swords.

"Why is it like when we first practiced you knew how to use a sword? I forgot to ask you that."

Oh. Having a conversation like I'm not a kid yet. It's great if they think I'm mature.

"I just imitated you." I lie. Although I suppose I know very little about fighting in this world, it's not natural. And of course I also like to do the action movies I see. Damn good old times.

I tried to attack with a s***h to his right but he just defended. Our swords are clashing. I backed away when my father stepped forward.

I jumped backwards so I could have space.

Now I'll just use my smallness. 5 months since we started to train, I noticed that I have an advantage even though I am small. I'm not fast but I can easily avoid my father's attack.

Well, let's try a feint.

I tried to attack him with the sword raised holding both my hands to my right but when he started to react I turned it down to change my grip on the sword. I bent backward to avoid the sword. My father was obviously surprised by my quick movements.

Slippery, I rotated my body so that I was facing the ground. While I was still slipping, I held the sword sideways so that I could hit my father's right foot.

"Ohoy!"

I just smiled as if proud. I did that trick too. Even though my father obviously makes it easy for me, it's still an achievement.

"Now you've hit me. I guess it's time for me to teach you the secret technique that was passed on to our family." He says positioned awkwardly. Yes heck. The cringe of secret technique and extreme cliché that looks like an old master in a martial art movie.

Because of how weird I felt to be stung. I was just shaken. "All right, what's that?"

"Think of yourself as a fast rabbit like you just jumped after a feint attack. But of course you use your mana in your body. It's like amplifying and boosting something like that. Then think of it as if you're a bear with a strong hand like you attacked before for more the force on your cut is also strong. "

In what he said, I just copied his description. I felt the warm feeling in my hands and feet. And slowly attacked him.

He closed his eyes, "I know you're a genius but it's very impossible for you to do it because when I did it, I was 16 years old." His voice sounded sure as if he already knew what was going to happen.

When his eyes opened I just did what I did before but it happened faster. When I jumped closer I landed quickly like a rabbit and when I slipped, a strong force hit my father's foot.

He grabbed his leg and stroked it because my sword obviously hurt.

"Kiddo. You don't fail to surprise me." Father said with a smile.

Well, I'm reincarnated as a talented boy in a fantasy world full of rules and theory of common sense of magic. At 5 years old, I manage to execute our so called 'secret technique' passed in our family. Leaving my father shocked as he still amused of what just happened.

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A/N:

TRIVIA TIME

The mana particles count is the maximum measurement that the body can produce of mana particles. Example by numbers, your maximum is 600, when you run out of your mana particles and reach 0 you need to rest so that your body can recover mana particles again. It is expected that when you can rest without using your mana particles your mana particles will return up to 600. Of course, the mana count is not constant, when mana particles are always used, the extra mana particles increase as the midst grows. But if the midst does not increase, the mana particles count of the body is still the same.