Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Initially when I was given a spear, I had a lot more fun with 'swinging the spear' just that much more than any kind of play.

I miss the time when I waved spears as my grandfather and father taught me to do, showing them around to my father, grandfather and mothers every time I remember one mould, and was happy to get praises.

I'm happy to be complimented.

I'm proud to say it's a trail for the Boulder Aginis family.

On sunny days, of course, windy and rainy days, I kept waving my spear without ever getting tired of it. And one day, I didn't doubt that I would be a [Spear Brave] like my fathers.

There is no lie in your father's words addressed to Uncle Wynn.

In fact, I'm getting used to handling spears, and during this time, I had a good fight with the Spear Squad knights. I'm starting to be able to tolerate some electric shock for what I've been getting scattered, and I rarely faint when I get a blow to my nostrils.

Now if I had one or two skills comparable to those of the knights, I would have let go of my father's words and those of my mother earlier, but I can't. I'm not happy.

Because I know I can't be the 'proud son' that my father and mother can be proud of when I don't have the skills.

I still don't have spear skills, and I can't even get bareback skills. I'm only good with spears. I'm nine now, so that's fine. Rather, at an age when his body is not made, only a very small number of militant aristocratic children are using weapons to train in earnest. You probably won't lose if you fight a kid your age so that Master Gray's Mace won't even plunder on me.

But I understand that at this stage, it's stronger than its age.

I'm not strong enough to be complacent.

It's just about as strong as I have right now, or as easy as letting a talented person run through it if he trains for a year or two.

From the day I realized so, the time of fun workout turned into the time of waving the spear to shake off my anxiety, and the glances and compliments of anticipation from my proud fathers turned out to be painful and heavy.

The handling of physical abilities and weapons, unlike my own, reminds me of knights of spear troops with a wide variety of skills and makes me eat my nails into my palms all the time.

At the same time as I began to rise to the Royal Castle as a candidate for His Highness's side service, I also began to show my face at Father's office. And so, for the first time in my life, I realized how privileged I am as a spear learner.

It's not even routine, but I learned from the eyes of the knights and soldiers staring at Grandpa and Father that I am very luxurious to be able to work with [Flaming Spear Brave] and [Thunder Spear Brave] on a regular basis and be coached.

Besides, tell me that many soldiers, knights, even Kingsguard knights envy me. They are only chosen to serve the castle, and their physical abilities and skills vary between raw stones and polished, even though they are all first-class.

I'm not stupid enough to get the envy glance from them like that and not understand the environment I put myself in.

Certainly my physical abilities and spear skills developed over the past four years were high. Even if age and experience are overwhelmingly inferior, enough to compete well with the chosen knights of the country.

Some realities are not so far away from defeating a knight that my father said he was in a good battle.

But it's a skill-free battle for children under ten.

Whether you are superior in pure physical ability or not, that degree of superiority or inferiority is easily covered in practice using skills. Excellent physical abilities and advanced technology can only be rested before powerful skills.

Your grandfather and your father showed you skills from time to time, and you taught me so much about it that you didn't want to.

I can't climb that high without the same skill.

Reminds me of a previously seen out-of-the-work place, where I can hold a glass of power in my hand. A dry sound of pisci came from my hand on the clap, and I rushed to make sure the glass was safe.

After checking the glass for scratches just so the grownups wouldn't notice, and spilling a sigh without thinking of the glasses without any noticeable scratches, I gently removed my hand from the glass to avoid behavioral suspicion and placed it on the side table.

And I see my own hands full of beans again as I lay the exuberant fathers in the corner of my sight.

The palm of my hand, which leaves traces of thin nails red, is the shame of my mother's earlier recovery magic, and the newly made and crushed beans are completely healed. Still, though, he is stiff on top of being decomposed and has a palm that is roughly unlikely to the palm of a nine-year-old. I'm a girl, and I'm not ashamed of my broken hands, and I'm more proud of these hands.

This hand is a sign that I've been waving my spear for the last four years.

I am also so proud to have built up my workouts that I can't beat soldiers and knights around there.

Whatever the inclement weather, I've moved the place from the workout to the stable, from the stable to the indoor, and I've been waving my spear every day while my mother and Sebastian scolded me.

Be like your father and grandfather.

But with that heart, I never stopped working out when the joy of waving a spear turned into anxiety. My grandfather handed me my first dedicated spear, all the way from my fifth birthday.

But it just doesn't make sense where I've built up my workouts.

I dreamed of becoming a [Spear Brave] and protecting this country, just like my fathers, and I knew that no matter how much I trained my body and honed my skills, it would be pointless if I didn't gain the skills.

That's what I realized when I grew up and my grandfather and father used my skills to match me, and I began to experience the skills [brave] possessed.

The one thrust rolled out by his fiery grandfather's spear burns the warcraft without leaving a bone behind, and the thunderous blow unleashed by his father pierces the rock as easily as when he stuck the fork against the pulp.

The power of a spear that cannot be achieved by manpower in the end. I know how many useful skills my fathers possess because I've seen their extraneous powers up close, in real life.

One can quickly see how powerful a blow that wipes out the Warcraft will be in an interpersonal battle, even those who do not find themselves in the battle.

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I squeeze my hand when I think of the skills of my fathers who wiped out the Warcraft in the woods.

The way they fight, called [the brave], is the way they fight outdoors. Expressions such as defeating the Warcraft and punishing it are raw and warm, and expressions such as' extinction 'firmly follow. You can't step into the same realm as your fathers who fight like that with a half-baked workout.

The only difference in daily workouts, such as physical abilities and skills, is if you have the same level of skills. Lower skill might be able to handle it if I build up more workouts, but if they used my median skill, I wouldn't be able to fathom it right now.

Just one thing.

I want spear or bar skills. That way I feel free from this unidentified anxiety of who I am. To do this, you have to build up more training. Not to betray the expectations of our fathers.

I want to shake my spear asexually so that I can be rushed by the impatience that springs up, and as soon as this lunch is over, I decide on my mind to get dressed and go to the workout.

I'll be in middle school in a few years.

I think I need to get my skills by then.

Born in the Duke's house, I inevitably go to the middle of the school when I'm twelve. Gray of the same age will be enrolled, and most importantly, even before adulthood, I will have my father's name around me. I don't want to be ashamed of the Aginis family name.

But there is also anxiety.

Regardless of the aristocracy that is obliged to enroll in the school, there are a large number of promising civilians coming to the school with the aim of turning their talents into weapons. Among them, a selection of people who have broken through tough exams enter school with wealth, honor, and their lives to shred their sneeze.

When I enter the talented children of my age, who will possess many skills, can I fulfill and be the son worthy of the Aginis inheritance?

What if, as it were, I couldn't get my skills...?

Three years after he passed his head, his blood caught his breath.

With his hands on a sideboard that was nearby to support his grumpy foot, it caught his eye that the glass of water was shaking slightly. I don't want to see any more of the water swinging in small pieces, reflecting in my own chest an imaginary future I might visit, and I'm off the side table.

To avoid becoming unnatural, if only a little distance from the table, the water surface that was shaking in small pieces would subside slightly, and the shaking would subside after no such time.

I relieve myself in a quiet glass of water and slowly grate my shoulders, which at some point were stretched hard. While in the same position as earlier, he stood about half a step away from touching the side table, not to mention his body.

And if you check with the fathers, the combination of Father, Uncle Wynn and Mr. Obza, Grandfather, Mother and Merrill makes each one of them laugh in his eyes, exhaling the breath he was killing.

After stroking my chest down to the adults who haven't noticed my series of movements, I'll imagine again the possibility of my own future that I just thought of.

Three years later, will the fathers acknowledge me as their son for failing to live up to his expectations?

Even if the fathers are proud sons now, if they can't get skills like this, I won't let them talk about it in a few more years.

[Flaming Spear Brave] and [Thunder Spear Brave] followed for two generations by the head of the Aginis family becoming [Brave]. Of course Grandpa and Father, who taught me spears from a very young age, Mother and Sebastian and Merrill are looking forward to my taking over the name.

Of course, those living in this country, including His Majesty the King, would have expected a third generation [Spear Brave] at a time when his father's first child was a man.

That's why I'm now allowed to enter and leave the Royal Castle as Master Gray's sideline candidate, and because I'm the fiancée of Princess Claire, who is on the same stomach as Master Gray.

[Spear Brave] How much is it worth to me not to be?

If I fail to gain skills like this, will I be able to stay with Lady Gray and Claire?

Before that, what about your father, your mother, who was so blind to me, or your father, who called me a proud son?

Even Sebastian, Mordo, and Merrill take over the name of [the brave] and take it for granted that I will be the head of the Aginis family, and teach me and treat me as a nobleman and a lord so that I am not ashamed of myself as a duke.

What happens to me if I betray that expectation?

I just learned a war like no good about my future possibilities that I first thought of because I was deprived of my thoughts just because of anxiety that I couldn't get my skills.