Leon Greyrat: The Second Son - Mushoku Tensei OC

Chapter 6 - Swordsmanship

— Leon Greyrat —

Winter had passed, and buds were beginning to form on the trees while flowers bloomed across the fields as spring began in earnest.

And as for me?

"You did well keeping up with your body exercises, Leon! Now it's time you finally put it to good use!"

I was starting my swordsmanship class with my father, Paul.

Well... 'class' would probably be a bit too much praise, but I'd hold off any judgment until after.

"You know... originally, I thought we would only be doing exercises for another year or so, but you sure proved me wrong, eh?" Paul said with a troubled smile.

Well of course.

No normal three-year-old would be able to hold a sword at this point, even with the exercises.

But you see... I had healing magic.

At first, I was hesitant about using magic to enhance my physical training.

After all, if healing magic simply sped up cell recovery, then not only would I be messing up my natural development, but I would also be at risk of growing older too fast.

But healing magic, as it turned out, was pretty... magical.

It simply did whatever it needed to heal the target, even if it meant bypassing natural biological processes.

For example, with some advanced skill, someone being healed wouldn't feel tired after it, when in theory, the healing magic should only be speeding up the natural process, which expends a large amount of energy for the target.

This would also explain why there was no record of people who used healing magic constantly dying earlier due to cancer or anything like that.

So basically, I knew I was safe to use it on myself, allowing me to expedite the process of growing my muscles to the point where I could now hold a wooden sword with no problem.

The toughest part of healing, though, was having to heal every spot through my hands.

I wonder if I could apply healing magic over my entire body... I would have to experiment with that later.

"Ahem! Anyway. I'll teach you all that I know in the three sword styles, though I wouldn't exactly call the North God a 'style'," Paul grumbled before tossing me a wooden sword.

It was a bit big, but I would grow into it as I got older.

"Hmm... where to start... so for the Sword God, it's all about getting there faster. Like 'swoosh' and 'kapow'!"

...Was he being serious?

"And Water God, it's all about countering. So when the opponent goes 'fwoosh' you 'thwoom' and 'shink'," he continued, swinging his sword with practised ease.

Oh my god, he was being serious!

This guy was supposed to be my teacher?

I... had a feeling it would be a while before I got the hang of swordsmanship.

I knew he was an idiot, but I thought that when it came to swordsmanship, it would be a little different considering his skill.

I... guess that while he was still a genius at the sword, he was an idiotic genius who only knew how to swing a sword out of instinct rather than intelligence.

"Ahh, it's hard to explain it!"

No... I think that's just you.

"Here! Just watch."