It’s been 3 years. I am 5 now. Hardly anything has changed. The time seems to remain constant as not even a shred of hair changed its colour over 5 years. Only contradiction, I became a pronunciation expert and able to balance properly on two legs in course of time.
“Your Majesty is expecting you, prince,” a maid entered the room in my affirmation of her inquiring knock
“yeah, coming in a few minutes”
Today’s the day when everything begins, yeah, the training. After that so-called ‘protection’ meeting, my training was to start after I cross 5.
For 3 years, I wasted my time by taking it easy….. That’s what you think! NO, I learnt to speak and walk properly. Oh! I also explored the entire floor of the castle, but we will discuss it in the future.
3 years were a buffer for me to build my body, some muscle power and stuff like that. I doubt there’s any significant increase in it.
I exuberantly skipped to the training ground……… Father wad at the corner with his back towards me, swinging weapons in a deep impression, changing a few weapons through the course of…….. Small armory?
“oh! I was waiting for you” he turned, noticing my presence. Father stood there shamelessly in his training wear with a broadsword and short-sword rested on his shoulder and a disgusting grin plastered on his face.
I completely masked my irritation with a stretched smile. Father in his dress characterizes a rowdy adventurer going on a long expedition and slaying dangerous monsters, drinking beer the whole night in the bar with swearing and stuff on tip of the tongue.
“Let’s start, first come here,” I stride on his energetic call. At the centre of the ground, father stood 6 feet away with the wooden long-sword grounded in his hand and the wooden short sword lying low on the ground.
“First, we will do a weapon compatibility test to determine your talent in weaponry. There are two methods for it. First is the direct method and second the indirect method.” The simple-sounding names left me in a daze and it was hard to understand the method behind them only with names given.
“In the first method, the weapon master or above appraises the compatibility or in the second one, it’s like an inner feeling or inclination towards a particular weapon or weapons. In indirect methods, it takes more time than to get it but yeah, it’s also a method and many uses,” I got it, from what I understood it seems the education or training from weapon master or above is very expensive or they are scarce or they have very high standards set for their disciple.
On that note, the father himself is a sword master and spear emperor. I wonder if he will teach me spears or mace or something different but he has sword his hand…….
“Let’s get started” I nod my head in approval. Father stretched his hand towards me and a green glow covered me and vanished in an instant.
Suddenly, words came into my head. Eh!? Table no-no graph? Weirdly, it looked like a combination of graphs and tables in a weird way…… it is difficult to describe……. In the first place, I don’t think there’s a mathematical term for it.
“How was it?” Father asked in anticipation. I don’t know what to answer……
“Umm…… it’s in order from the dual sword, dual spear, spear and dual dagger”
“O-Oh, now that’s a surprise, thanks to your high magic status, I thought your weaponry might be slightly dull but…. Anyway, dual-wielding in that, the dual swords are secret art kept hidden by some clans…… it will be tough for me but….. Let’s see what I can do……” father immersed in making plans for my training.
“Umm….. But…. There were some graphs and tables at the end……” I’m more worried about the graphs and tables than the rarity and secretive of the dual wield.
“..... That’s strange….. only the names of the compatibility appear, nothing else….. You say tables and graphs…… what was written in it?” Father said with a puzzled and nonplussed expression.
“I don’t know…… some colours swirled, graphs, tables all jumbled up…… I don’t know how to explain,” I was frustrated, it-it’s like the description just in your mouth but…….
“Well…… we will have to look into it later….. Anyway, we are doing simple training today but first, Lex, why do you want to train? Why do you want to become stronger? What do you want strength for? Our training will not start until you give the correct answer”
“The answer can be given anywhere, at day or night, the time limit to answer is infinite, your answer can be in 1 minute, in 1 hour, in 1 month, in 1 year, in 10 years or even in 100 years but your training will start only after you give correct or slightly near answer,” treating me like a speck of dust on the road, father walked right pass me giving me a cold shoulder as he said those words.
I was left stunned. Fa-Father looked a different person completely, like a different person in the father’s skin.
I alone was present on the ground, thinking about the questions. Why do I want to train? Why do I want to become stronger? What do I want strength for?.......
“Your new teacher has been decided and waiting for you, prince,” my thoughts were broken when a maid came calling me to the ground.
Oh! Yes, a new tutor was to be assigned today. For 3 years I was to learn about reading, writing, learning alphabets and their articulations.
It was then decided to advance things, so a new teacher of geography, politics, mathematics, history, kingdom management and stuff like that……….
In reality, 3 classes were today……. If you exclude that shitty etiquette class, I-I shiver at the sight of that plump lady. How can one be so cruel towards such a small child? I guarantee she would smile seeing me withering. Etiquette classes are quite hard. It would not have been a surprise if I had developed a phobia towards that plump frog.
I went towards my next class after my first-day training?...... Well anyway, with more expectations to have a meaningful day, I opened the door of my room……..
A woman, her hair golden like the sun, with icy blue eyes and beautiful skin and her butterfly-like wings, through closer look it’s translucent rather than transparent, I like to touch them once but……… eh!? Second queen!? Mother Elizabeth is my tutor!?g