The Magus of Genesis

"... maybe I'll come really normal..."

"I guess so."

After dropping off Mr. Purple and the herd blue, me and Nina nodded so. Apparently, Gungqing doesn't really understand what's going on. "There's no way I'm going to like a monkey," Zi explained desperately.

Well, as for this one, it would be nice to see the herd blue again, and it would be nice to hear how the purple ladies are doing through her.

"But... both humans and elves are troublesome."

As he mocked himself, Utah sighed deeply.

"Is that thing going to work out?

"No.... I still can't let Yuka be the next sword head, I've decided"

Shaking her head powerless at Nina's question, Utah drops her shoulder.

The head of the sword department. That's almost equals nowadays, meaning the village chief of Hiiro village.

Someone didn't decide that, nor was it made clear. However, when there were serious decisions in the whole village, and when there was a grudge between the villagers, the final judgment was always left to the swordmen.

The implicit understanding gradually became an unwavering fact, and the people of the sword club followed it and changed. In the past it was simply headed by the strongest of those times, but in recent years those who were better at judgment and popularity than that were chosen. The current leader, Utah, is an example of this.

And unlike strength, the less visible criterion is difficult to judge by yourself. Since when, it was up to the heavy towns of the Kenbe clan to decide who would take the lead.

"I think Yuka is better suited than Isana."

Later, Nina says something like that. Although I cannot speak lightly, I was in agreement with her, to be honest.

Isana, from Utah, is a woman who hits her cousin. Nor, of course, is she ineligible as a village chief. Strong, brave, decisive, with a broad horizon. But there was a verse with a high temper and a light look at other human beings. Well, you're still young, and when you get older, you'll settle down in that place.

"I don't know what it's like to push Isana."

If Yuka is at the head of the sword department, she will probably remain at the head until she finds a companion like water. That doesn't seem very healthy. At least it would be natural for those in the sword department to feel resistant.

Although she could be married and retired right away like an outdoor watercolor, if she was married to an elf like Utah, I'm sure her life span would be eternal. It is also not interesting to know that the history of the sword club, which has been handed down with continuous cotton, seems to be taken by the elves.

"My brother... says Isana is more qualified?

"I didn't say that. It's just, to me, they're all like pretty kids."

To put it only in that regard, neither Yuka nor Isana would change for me. And if I push one way or the other in a detour, the swordmen will follow it, no matter what their hearts are. I didn't really want to do that. Because it is undoubtedly they who have guided, supported and developed this village.

"Still... I want Yuka to lead the way."

Utah is a squeezing voice and appeals to me. That's kind of weird, I thought.

He is pure, thoughtful man. I can assure you that it has nothing to do with the desire for power or anything else that I said. In the first place, he's the current leader, and that doesn't mean I'm entrusting my daughter with a dream that I couldn't fulfill.

"Watercolor, Yuka, what do you guys think?

"I honestly think that Atashi is good for both..."

With an unspoken expression, the water turned its gaze to Yuka.

"I... if I can, I want to be in the lead. I want to be in sword club. I want to give back what was entrusted to me by my father... in the form of a sword."

Yuka stares at me and complains. I was not pressed by my parents. Those eyes are serious and full of enthusiasm.

"What was entrusted to you, what?

Unexpectedly, Nina pinched her mouth.

"That is……"

Yuka finally glances at my face.

"Is it hard for me to say?

"A little..."

Yes... I'm sorry, but I was shocked by Yuka, who snorted clearly.

I thought it was tradition, pride as a sword club, technology. I never imagined that was something I couldn't tell you.

"Oh, chi, no! Um... I don't even know if I can do this, so I need to apologize for making my brother expect me to be weird..."

In a hurry, Utah puts in such a follow up.

"No, it's okay, it's okay. Right… there will be one or two things I don't want you to know."

I have a little loneliness, but it's normal for kids to hide things from their parents. Besides, I know about the fact that you're not maliciously hiding things from me. Then it would be impeccable to ask.

"Anyway... Well, I know you want to be the leader for a reason. But is that something you can't do without taking the lead?

I uttered a simple question. Ear damage is good when it comes to the head, village chief, etc., but it doesn't mean there is strong power or wealth there.

The monetary system was done, but I'm not collecting taxes separately, and people in the sword department usually get food for hunting and farming. At least for now, it's not worth a sentence to be in the lead.

"It's not like I can't do this unless I'm in the lead... I want to be Kenobe."

"What? It's not like anything but direct lines isn't sword club, is it?

"What?"

To my surprise, on the contrary, Utah and Yuka rounded their eyes.

"No, I do have a direct line... I don't really call it sword club, except for the human relatives who headed it, but it doesn't mean it's not sword club. At least that's not what I think."

And given that name, I decided it was something I was going to inherit, so it's definitely a story because I say it.

"So there are hundreds of people in this village, sword club. Numera at the liquor store."

"Oh, sure you do. Count from Zilgo, er... twentieth generation?

To Nina, who counts fingers, I nodded.

"What!? But, Mr. Numera, isn't it silver hair?"

"Well, if you're in your twenties with other blood clans, you'll change the color of your hair. Your hair is much more red because you usually stick together with each other."

He doesn't seem to be aware of them, but he's talking about a small village. If you try to string up the family chart often, the person to marry is another cousin. What a common occurrence. Well, I didn't even make a genealogy diagram until recently because I didn't even have paper, but me and Nina remembered it all.

"That silver hair is Ken's lineage, isn't it? That color's pretty strong, too."

"I'm still born once in a while, silver-haired child. From Utah, Grandma's, Grandpa's, Grandpa's... Kimaga and all that."

It must be like ancestral return. Even when the parents are redheads, silver-haired children may be born. Because all the sword clubs I have now are descendants of the second generation of D'Argo and Micah, Ken's daughter.

"I mean, no, it's nothing. Even if Yuka can't take the lead, sensationally, is it okay that Yuka and her kids have always been sword clubs?

Two blushing redheads were approximated, and the water color calmly asked.

"Yeah. Well, it doesn't mean there's anything else because I remember......"

In the end, the head is chosen from a direct line, and it doesn't make much sense.

"No, I'm fine."

But Utah looked like he was back on his feet and shook his head.

"Yeah. Then I don't have to take the lead."

Yuka also says that lightly. You looked so obsessed, but on the contrary, I was relieved to say that my shoulder was loaded.

Me and Nina didn't know what it meant and just looked at each other unexpectedly.