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My father smiled.

“Of course, if everyone could learn to use the spear just for that reason, your father wouldn’t have been able to create six magic cores.”

Magic Core.

A type of concentration of magical energy that determines the “level” of warriors.

Magical power naturally accumulates in the body through breathing and training, and the magic core is what gathers this magical power and concentrates it.

Through this magic core, humans can exert physical abilities beyond their limits, and as the core increases, so does the limit.

If you have one core, you can barely intercept a blind arrow flying toward you, but if you have four cores, you can survive a hail of arrows.

And my father is a Hexa-level person with up to six magic cores.

It’s a level he could have reached if he hadn’t died.

“Just so you know, your father has a whopping six magic cores. Hahaha!”

My father smiled very proudly and continued his explanation.

“It has a slightly different meaning than the ‘magic circle’ that magicians have. ‘Circle’ is used to circulate and refine magical power, while ‘core’ is used to concentrate magical power. Let’s delve into more details later. For now, you have to learn how to use a spear.”

My father demonstrated the thrust first.

Focus on a point.

I just threw the spear…

Strong hit.

The air is distorted.

To my eyes, it seemed clear.

“Thrusting is the basic skill of a spear. It’s nothing much and seems like a simple move, but you have to practice the impossible thrust to be able to stab with the most appropriate force and perfect depth when needed.”

“Yes, father.”

“The reason why the space is distorted like this is because I made a perfect thrust. When you apply perfect force in the area you want to stab, the magic inside your body reacts and instantly distorts the stabbed area.”

My father said that with a very proud smile on his face.

“Just so you know, this is a technique developed by your father. Just wanted to boast. Haha.”

If my mother had seen it, she would have teased him and called him silly, but I respect him.

This is because it is very difficult to introduce new techniques into martial arts, such as sword and spear handling, which have been established and solidified by countless warriors throughout history.

“That technique only requires a high level of skill to release the magical power within the body at the same time as stabbing.”

My father let his spear once in the air and aimed at my spear.

“Now it’s a thrust. Now try it.”

I grabbed the spear and took a stance.

“Relax. Shake off the thoughts that come to your mind and throw the spear. If you can’t do that, the spear you’re aiming for will eventually be blocked.”

Spear.

A weapon that didn’t make much of an impression in my previous life.

After realizing my sword talent, I only used it as an auxiliary weapon.

However, when he starts treating the spear as my father said, I begin to feel something different.

“Concentrate, Dain.”

I concentrated.

Feeling something stirring inside my body.

***

Aken thought his son was truly amazing.

“Did I realize something about the lance only after seven years of holding it?”

Aken recalled his experience as a supposed “genius.”

“How long will it take the youngest one? I’m not sure, but it’ll take him quite a while to get used to the lance.”

“But you have a very good posture.”

Indeed, whether with the lance or the sword, the basics start with posture. Only then can you move on to the next move, whether swinging or stabbing.

But for some reason, the youngest one’s posture is already complete.

Like someone who has been training constantly.

However, rather than doubting that fact, Aken simply dismissed his son’s talent as being older than he thought.

Click, click!

But it wasn’t at that level.

… At this moment.

Aken momentarily held his breath.

The creation of a technique, that is, how long does it take to create and complete a technique that can be used in practice by studying already established theories?

1 year? 5 years? Or 10 years?

For Aken, it took seven years.

This is a technique that concentrates magical energy at the tip of a lance and explodes it in an instant.

However…

Gag!

Why is the tip of the youngest Dain’s lance trembling?

It definitely wasn’t as good as his, but space was trembling.

That is a phenomenon that occurs when the magical power concentrated at a point explodes.

“…”

“What the hell?”

After much thought, among tens of thousands of questions, Aken came up with one question.

“How did you do it?”

The youngest Dain just picked up a lance for the first time.

But not only was his posture perfect, he even copied the technique he had created.

Does this make sense?

“I gathered all my magical power and, at the moment I threw it, let it flow through the tip of the lance. Then, I calculated the moment the lance reached the target point and cut off the flow of magical power.”

It was the perfect answer.

On one hand, it was absurd.

Seven years.

It took seven years to theorize and organize that technique.

But just…

At this moment, at the moment he held the lance for the first time in his life, the technique?

Not only by luck, but by learning the theory himself?

“That…”

Aken burst into laughter as he saw his younger son looking at him with a proud expression, as if craving praise.

“Haha.”

Then immediately, I was surprised again.

“Wait a minute, did my son just master magic?”

Just now, he said that he “gathered,” “flowed,” and “cut off” magical power.

“Dain, did you just say you manipulated magical power?”

Not only did he realize something he had never told him, but he also said he had just mastered magical powers.

Aken swallowed dry saliva.

And I was stunned by my son’s subsequent response.

“Yes, I created a magic core. I still only have one.”

Aken realized it.

The owner of Dragon Tail, who would succeed him, has appeared.

“…Could my son become a magic-wielding summoner assassin with a lance?”

***

After spending days repeating ‘Mite’ and ‘Avv’ and showcasing my talent on my first birthday, I never really had a chance to get bored.

This is because family members took turns sharing theories about their areas of expertise.

It was from then on that I learned and embraced my father’s interesting theories about the lance.

‘A lance is similar to a sword in that it stabs and swings to cut. But there’s definitely something different, Dain. It’s precise. While a sword and a lance both exist, a lance will always have a clear advantage when fighting against an opponent with a sword.’

‘Because the lance has a small contact area, it can deliver an efficient blow with little force. Although a waste, the javelin is also a very powerful tool.’

A technique to attack enemies and block attacks in a way different from that of a sword.

That doesn’t mean it’s more interesting than a sword, but at least it’s clear that there’s a lot to learn.

However, my father didn’t teach me how to use magical power as a warrior.

I’m not sure if he simply thought it was still difficult for me to understand or if he just thought I wasn’t ready at the moment.

The important thing is, I already know that it wasn’t very difficult for a child’s body to accept magical power and create a magical core.

“Haha.”

There’s nothing easier than traversing a path you’ve already traveled once.

The only thing that’s hard is the unfinished body of a child.

The method to create a magical core is simple.

Accept magical energy through breathing, refine that magical energy within the body, and shape it into a core.

However, the reason there are so few people who create magical cores and are eventually called ‘warriors’ is that each person’s magical affinity and sense vary greatly.

Fortunately, Dain Sogres’ magical affinity was excellent.

No, it was perfect.

I realized this the moment I first received magical power in this body through ‘magical breathing.’

Agrik’s body from his previous life, which he felt was considerable, was just so huge that he couldn’t even think about it.

It’s so sensitive and perfect that you can vividly feel each and every particle of magic and know what the magic you breathe tastes like.

Thanks to that, I was finally able to create a magical core from a three-year-old child’s body…

Wow, bang!

Now, when holding a lance for the first time, I was able to mimic my father’s skills, albeit in a fun way.

“Did you create a magical core? Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

My father looked at me incomprehensibly for a moment and then asked.

“Since when? How did you do it? Why didn’t you tell me?”

My father is a caring man.

And he’s extremely calm on the battlefield.

Thinking that such a person was asking me questions with uncontrollable enthusiasm, it became clear that I was showing unprecedented talent.

“Did your mom tell you? Or Arabel? Claire?”

None of the three.

Although I received help from some theories related to magic, the creation of the magical core was solely the result of a combination of Dain Sogres’ affinity and his past life experience as Agrik.

In the end, I could only give one answer.

“I was lucky to achieve it. I was following instructions from a book to create a magical core.”

Of course, this answer seemed to cause an even greater shock to my father.

“Haha. Making a magical core after reading a book… A true genius was born in our family.”

My father muttered something, then he bent his knees to be at eye level with me and placed his hand on my shoulder.

“Dain. You’ll definitely become a great warrior. This father thinks so. Nobody I know has created a magical core at this age. No, most people don’t even understand the principle.”

My father continued to speak with a more serious look than ever before.

“I felt it on your first birthday, but I knew it when I saw it in person. Just walking the path of a lanceman… With your talent, Dain, it might be a waste.

I believe it too.

The sword will always be in my heart, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to learn other things.

My father, the best lanceman in the Empire.

My mother, one of the former best assassins.

Elder sister, a genius mage.

Little sister, a genius summoner.

In this perfect environment with four great geniuses, my job is to watch and learn as much as possible.

Of course, my father nailed it with his most serious gaze ever.

“Still, the lance is better than assassination, magic, or summoning. Oh, whatever.”

Why do I feel like I’ll be asked similar questions three times more in the future?

My father suddenly said that, then looked at my javelin and said this.

“I guess this lance needs a name now.”

“What do you call it?”

“Well. Every weapon needs a name. When the person wielding the weapon is ready, give it a name and affection, and the weapon will respond with more strength.”

My father was a much more romantic person than he seemed.

That’s how it seemed to me, who had never thought about giving a name while walking on the battlefield, destroying countless weapons.

“Go to bed early today. You’ll be tired all day because of tomorrow’s banquet, and if you sleep too late, you might end up falling asleep.”

“Yes, father.”

“Then I’ll see you later in front of the main castle. Leave on time. Guests will be arriving soon.”

I seriously thought about the name.

It was the day before my seventh birthday.