Dream Life - Life in the Other World of Dreams

On my birthday morning, I started talking with a serious look on my face to three grandfathers, father and mother who had finished breakfast.

"Uncle, father, mother, we need to talk."

I don't think I'm a four-year-old toddler. I started talking in a firm tone.

My grandfather said, "What's changed? I just said," My father and mother don't smile, they stare at me.

"I remember living in another world."

The three of them didn't say anything like Pocan. My first word didn't seem to be understood by the three of us.

"I was born in a peaceful country called Japan, a different world from this one, and lived to be forty-five years old. I came to this world..."

I will tell you that I was a Japanese engineer and that I spoke to God in my dreams.

The three of them sighed and shook their heads and seemed desperate to understand, but without disturbing my story, they listened to me to the end.

When I'm done talking, my grandfather, Govan, starts talking first.

"They knew you had something. I don't think that's such an absurd story."

I'm disappointed you still don't believe me, but I'm surprised at the next word.

"Well, that's good. If you have been called to God from another world, we can only accept it."

"Can you believe it? Such an unscrupulous story..."

"I can only believe it. A mere three year old is going to read the books in Noah and Matt's room. I almost lost my hip when I first saw it. The book you read is not for children. It's more of a specialty book. I totally understand things at home like Nicholas and Kate."

Nicholas is one of our servants, Nicholas Garland, who is like a bureaucrat entrusted with the administration of Lockhart territory. Kate is his wife, both rare to the civilian population, and a well-educated intellectual.

I was shocked by that word.

(Are you saying that I hid it so that it couldn't be broken, but it was almost broken? Still, wasn't it creepy to have such a child?

Tanya, my mother, hugs me when I try to hear it.

"Zach is my child. If it was chosen by God, it would be a joy"

And I was hugged even harder,

"Besides, I didn't feel evil from you. So we were waiting for you to talk."

Plus Matt, my father, strokes my head around like a gash.

"That's right. I also knew you trained a lot in the shadows. Plus I heard stories telling Dan and Mel. That's a horribly inclusive fable, that one."

I was starting to work out my own thoughts, making Mel and the others look like they were playing.

First he started a mat movement like he did in elementary school, and then he had Walt hang a rope on a tree branch, train him to climb it, and also use tree branches to do things like iron bars. In addition, “jumping rope”, which is not common in this world, was also added to the training.

(That could have been an anomaly for a kid to play with... I seem to be missing more than I think myself)

I mock myself and turn to the three of us again.

My grandfather asked me, "So, what are you going to do?" So I'm going to talk about the policy of building myself that I was thinking about.

"I have a magical talent. And the talent of the sword. I want to train to stretch them. I want my uncle to teach me about swords, but I can't think of magic."

"The sword will be guided by Non. Magic... I left it at the healer's, but then you couldn't remember?

I used to get hurt and go to my healer, Grandma Dorothy.

So I was shown healing magic, and I was asking in detail how to do it, etc., but it didn't end up being one.

"Yes, Grandma Dorothy taught me, but not at all..."

"I'm pretty sure you have a magical talent. Then I'll put on a tutor."

I'm surprised by that word. Teachers put it on noble children, because they can't even come to such a despicable village, and even if they did, they would need expensive gratuities.

"Definitely talented, but the money..."

"It's okay. I have a handout. Well, it's hardly worth the money."

Looks like my father and mother flashed something on my grandfather's words.

"Are you calling Lydiane? Father."

My mother is also nodding at my father's words.

"Bye. Lydia would have come."

I asked my grandfather a question about Lydiane.

"Lydia, no, Lydiane was a comrade we fought together when we were young. A genius who manipulates the four attributes of an elf mage. You can use the bow, you are familiar with the woods..."

For my grandfather, I'm going to rap about Lydiane.

To sum up my grandfather's long story, he said he was one of them when his grandfather was in his twenties, when he called himself a trainee and he was an adventurer and a mercenary. He says he's a versatile sorcerer who can use the magic of the four attributes of light, wind, tree, and water, and can use everything from healing magic to attack magic.

He was also familiar with the actions in the woods and told me with pleasure that he had been helped many times by traps, tracking demons, etc.

(Lydiane would be a woman's person. Could it be your old girlfriend? No, it's like when your father was born, and what do you think?

I distracted him and asked him to bow his head with a serious look, not to talk about it, but to be coached by him.

"Lydia should be in Sartooth - a forest country to the north, a kingdom inhabited by many elves. Even if I sent a message through the guild, I wouldn't hear from you for a year if you were quick and three months, or worse. Is that okay?

I thought that period would be wasted, but another means is likely to cost money, so I decided to wait a year and nod silently.

After that, I talked about when I was in Japan.

The three seemed almost incomprehensible, but only when I wanted to use my knowledge for this village would I get a serious look.

"It's good to use your knowledge. But if you start too hard, your secrets may be torn apart. Keep that in mind, okay?

My parents nodded at my grandfather's words, and when I saw them, I almost burst into tears.

The three of them were more worried about me as a family than about developing their own territory.

"Okay. We'll do it little by little so that it doesn't get ripped off. Always talk to your uncle and father before you start."

We then continued our discussion for about twenty minutes, but ended the conversation so far today because the opinion emerged that it was unnatural to talk for too long.

After I finish discussing this with my family, I exhale.

(Nevertheless, don't look like a fool to yourself who was troubled. I thought it wasn't broken, but it was completely broken, and I didn't think it would be so easy for you to accept it. Well, I guess it's dangerous considering this is normal)

I was to be trained by my grandfather from that day on.

When we tell the three of us about it, Mel, Dan and Sharon, Mel and Dan start saying that they want to be trained together, too.

"My uncle is tough. You've seen your brother and Sims seem to suffer, haven't you?

"I'd like to be with Master Zach. Mel will do it with you!

"Me too!

The two of them are eating away.

I got uprooted and they said, "I'll ask your uncle."

When I go to tell that story to my grandfather, I am admittedly surprisingly light.

"It's better for something as old to do it together. But those who don't follow me, I'll make them stop right away. Let me tell you something."

When I told that to Mel and Dan, they were just happy to jump up.

I'm worried about Sharon, who looks lonely about that,

"What about Sharon? If you want to see it out of the way of our training, will you please ask your uncle?

She nodded happily at me and went after Mel and Dan as they ran to the training ground.

(Rather than being friends, you're a grandson at your mental age, those three are. I didn't even have kids. You're my grandson... I'm depressed, so let's not think about it...)

I followed the three of them to the training ground, too.

At the training ground, my grandfather Govan and his squire head Walt were waiting.

My grandfather stares at the three of us with a stern face.

"The three of you are to be coached by Non from today on. When it comes to children, if you hold the sword, you're a soldier. Stop what you're not ready for. Those who cried will not end the day on the spot. You got it."

We said, "Yes!" "Answer vigorously and line up behind your brothers.

Brother Rod smiled gently, "From today on Zach will also be your uncle's apprentice. Good luck!" he encourages.

That was all I was comfortable with.

My grandfather orders us to give the three of us an affordable stick of wood and make a bare gesture with it.

The bare wave is just a swing down from the top and a swing of lateral giraffe from left to right.

We held the wooden stick with both hands and began to mimic and bare our grandfather's mould.

Dan, who was waving the stick with a serious look at first, is getting tired of it or gradually becomes a nasty way of waving it.

When my grandfather saw it, he said, "Why don't you take it seriously!," he cried to the force as he drank Dan.

And he grabs his collar as it is and throws it out of the training ground.

(I'm serious, Master Tsubaki. Does a five-year-old have nothing to do with it? I guess I'll see the same eyes if I don't take it seriously too...... and I'm getting tired of it. I don't know what I can do to build patience, but this is tough for your kids)

I shake the stick of the tree to see through the mould, but I'm not at all sure if it shakes just like my grandfather's mould.

When I looked to the side, Mel was waving the stick with a serious look, and the mould looked just like my grandfather's.

(If it's a mirror, I can tell. But maybe Mel's more talented. My talent level was three, so I'm supposed to be a celebrity. Maybe Mel has more talent than that......)

It's been about twenty minutes since Mel and I started barebacking.

We both breathe up, and the speed at which we shake is visibly slower.

But as soon as the mould breaks down or the speed slows down at all, the curse of my grandfather or Walt flies.

Further enough, Mel fell to her knees because of her fatigue.

"Zach's still out there! What's up, Mel! You're already screwed!

I thought I didn't have to do that to a five-year-old girl, watching how it went.

Did you hear my thoughts, my grandfather's story was still going on.

"It's not unusual for a mercenary to be a woman! They hold the sword faster than you. If you don't want to lose, get up! If you can't stand, I'll throw you out there!

(Spartan since the first day? Starting tomorrow, I'll be alone. But I'm at my limit now, too. I can't lift my arms......)

Exactly in the health of a four-year-old, just waving a light tree stick was thirty minutes too long.

I have my own goals, so I can still go on, but a normal four- or five-year-old would cry and stop in no time.

If she had thought of that, Mel would have stood up to her temper and started waving the stick again.

(You have guts. But if you have the same talent as me, maybe in the future, Mel will be over seventy, which is the level of a jerk)

I used to ask Walt about my grandfather's level and I knew that, at that time, he seemed happy to teach me to be silent Walt, but it was impressive.

(I don't really know how awesome Level 70 is, but I guess Walt is pretty proud to say that)

When I'm caught in a clutter, my grandfather's curse flies.

I accidentally clapped my neck, but I quickly regained my mind and got rid of the clutter.

In the end, Mel and I kept shaking for an hour.

After the training, Mel and I were on the spot.

I was worried about Mel, who looked like she was about to cry with a rough breath, and hung up.

"Is Mel okay? But good luck with that."

Can't Mel talk tired, just stare at me and say nothing?

"Better not be forced. This is going on tomorrow, because I'm a girl."

When I say that, she says, "Good luck. Good luck tomorrow," he was renewing his resolve.

(That's a great gut. Are you sure you're a five-year-old? You might get tired of it soon, but you reviewed it)