My father Edwin, and I stepped outdoors to the newly renovated backyard, where everything had been put back in its place.

I didn't expect my dad to interrupt my reading with this kind of challenge. So, I'd better show him what I've got!

I grabbed my little wooden sword and followed my father to the furthest edge of our home, as not to be halted by my mother.

Well, you know...my mother is not going to take this lying down with my father and my upbringing to be like this...hehe!

When we got at our destination, Dad grabbed a large stick and said,

"As I already explained, you must slash this stick with your sword. I'm not going to teach you anything else until you finish my work. Do you get it, Kiddo?"

Despite the fact that the assignment appears to be simple, he will almost certainly infuse some of his Mana into this stick in order to make it as difficult for me as possible. That's a serious challenge. well done, Dad!

Despite the fact that the assignment appeared to be impossible for me, at least at this point, I still have my King Rank Martial Arts! As a result, I grinned and nodded, making my father proud.

"So, let us begin by reminding you of the most crucial points. Mana flow should be synchronised with your breathing; Core is your lungs, and Mana is your breathing. Your Core is really an organ, nothing more or less. Al, fill your muscles with Mana and strike this stick! Okay!"

"I understand, dad!" I exclaimed as I took a focused stance.

I took up my wooden blade, imbued it with mana, and sliced.

Despite the fact that I struck the cut with all of my strength, the stick didn't even move.

"Haha! You've got it under control with a spell! With your really low voice, you really enhanced it! I didn't even realize!" With a smile, I said.

"That's right! You are my son alright!" With a proud grin, my father responded.

Okay, then! This is something I should take seriously as well!

I closed my eyes gently as I stood in a Blade King Stance from my former life, with my Mana infused in the wooden sword.

Inhaling deeply, a Clear White mist began to swrill around my body, and Ice crystals began to cover the wooden blade, causing it to sparkle in a Clear Blue-White glow, leaving my father stunned.

"Al! You are!!" He was taken aback.

Yeah! He couldn't help himself! This is the first time he has witnessed me using this.

You might be wondering how my family didn't know all of this in all of their teaching sessions...

Well, I never actually said anything about it. That I was an

"Son! You..you are an...Incantation-Less Mage!?" My father couldn't believe it, but when he saw how focused I was, he grinned and returned to strengthening the stick.

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P.O.V Edwin Tyler

The air surrounding Allen became thicker than ever, almost as if gravity itself was being pressed to the breaking point. The air around the youngster twisted as though frozen by the entity brandishing a wooden sword and emitting an Icy Aura of a Strongest Warrior.

Stones were strewn everywhere, as though the earthquake was about to obliterate the surrounds.

Seriously, I was taken aback by the sheer pressure that Little Al was exuding, and given that my son was an Incantation-Less Mage, I had to be honest now.

That didn't occur to me.

That little kid never ceases to astound us; after all, he was acting like a normal magician all the time, casting spells and incantations... Haha! I'm not going to brag about my son... But I am very proud of him now.

Wait! I forgot about the fight! Let's keep going with it for the time being!

I unintentionally poured more mana into the stick than I planned.

Allen's sky-colored eyes were like those of a predator looking at its prey; it was as if...he waged war for his daily existence.

Observing his Body position... I'm not sure what kind of pose he's in. His entire body was strained to the point of emitting an icy aura.

When he decided to move and strike, his movement was so rapid and smooth that even a Yellow Core mage like me had to concentrate so that I didn't miss any specifics.

The wooden sword, which was filled with overwhelming numbers as well as the density of Mana, swiftly transformed the harmless toy into a lethal killing weapon.

Seriously....I was sweating in fear, just now.

Finally, when Allen slashed his sword at the stick, a poor piece of wood and the Mana flowing within it were perfectly sliced in half. as I slid a little closer to the ground

A single slash with the wooden sword, by a three-year-old child not only sliced the Mana-filled stick, but also created massive currents of wind and Icy aura, giving the impression that a devastating tornado was going to devastate the town.

Haha.... How did he employ both air and Icy, or did he just have Icy Attribute? Well, its really great!

Not only I but unlucky for us, Chloe was spectating.I expected her to rush over to me and smack me, but instead she was astonished by the sheer amount of Mana produced by our little boy.

When the icy wind faded away, Allen went unconscious....

"ALLEN!"