I remember the time when I confessed to my first crush; got rejected!

I remember the first day of school in my previous life; almost pissed in my pants because I was too embarrassed to use the school toilet!

I remember giving the university entrance exam; didn’t get selected (for the first time, got selected the second time)!

But never have I ever felt so nervous before!

Tomorrow is the day of my elementary school entrance exam!!!

It’s been 4 years since I was reincarnated in this world and ever since then, my life has been a bumpy ride if nothing else.

Don’t misunderstand me, my parents Kristen and Patrick have taken the best care of me according to their capabilities, but there was one big problem with their loving personalities.

They are so overprotective that they started training me in combat and sword ever since I was just 1.5 years old!!! It all started the day when I once picked up a wood twig and started swinging it around like I was a swordsman or something. I only did this because my dumb self wanted to play a swordsman but never had I ever imagined that this little charade would lead me to my doom!

Because by some bad luck my mother and father who were talking with each other just a moment ago noticed me swing the twig and I don’t know how or by what cursed method, they determined that I have the blood of a fighter in my veins!

Well, considering that the two of them were adventurers in the past it wasn’t wrong to say that I had the blood of a fighter in me but little do they realize that there is the soul of a scumbag inside this body, how the hell am I supposed to cope up with all this training!?

Who do they think I am? Musashi Miyamoto!? Don’t they know Vagabond’s been on a hiatus for so long? Agh… now I feel bad thinking about that manga, I really wanted to see Musashi and Kojiro’s duel!!! (Vagabond is a famous manga that’s been on a hiatus for a long time)

So that’s how my hellish training started and my pleasant days of leisure came to an end in this new world.

Training in the morning then sparring with mother in the afternoon before lunch and then training till evening and eventually ending the day by sparring with father in the evening. Getting used to this hellish schedule almost took the life out of me but somehow after those painful months of struggle I was able to get through this hellish training schedule!

But it’s not like the training was unproductive or anything, the thing is, I started noticing various changes in my body after I started training, the most prevalent change was the feeling of something entering my muscles! It was as if some kind of liquid was slowly and finely entering inside my flesh and bones.

It was a weird feeling, it was as if I could feel each and every cell inside my body slowly intaking the weird liquid that I talked about just now.

I know that when we stop after doing a heavy workout then for a short while we could even feel the blood that’s flowing in our veins, but this feeling I had after working out with my parents was entirely different, I felt as if something was slowly seeping inside my muscles and by the consequence of that my body was becoming stronger and durable as well. It was a weird phenomenon so I asked my parents about it,

“Mum, I can feel something going inside my hand and arm after the spar. Is something wrong with me?” I asked mustering the most childish and innocent tone I could. I felt sorry for decieving them like this but I didn't have any choice but to do so.

My parents smiled at me when I said that and said,

“Hmm… that’s because you are becoming stronger!” My father said in an exaggerated manner

What a vague answer… looks like he doesn't want to tell me.

“Okay…” I said and went out of the room with a disappointed expression on my face or at least that’s what my parents must have thought as after a moment they started talking in an excited voice,

“Patrick!!! His ‘assimilation’ has already started! Peter is a genius”

My mother said in a happy voice and hugged my father, and what did she mean by assimilation?

I hid behind the wall and started eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Huhuhu, well, he’s our son alright. That’s the least we could expect from him”

My father tried to downplay it as something trivial but the wide grin on his face betrayed his inner thoughts

“Yes, but for a child his age to have the 'Mystick energy inside his body getting assimilated with his flesh and bones'… I have never heard of anyone like him if I am being honest” said my mother voicing her genuine surprise

And I guess the thing she said just now must be the explanation of the so-called assimilation process.

“Same, but either way it’s a great thing, isn’t it, Kristen?”

“Yes, but… it’s a pity that he doesn’t have enough aptitude to become a mage” My mother said in a somewhat sad voice.

And did she just say I don’t have enough aptitude to be a mage?

Hahaha… she must be joking...

“It’s fine Kristen, even the two of us don’t have an aptitude for it so it only makes sense for Peter to not have any aptitude for it as well, after all becoming a mage almost completely depends on one’s family’s background, and throughout the last 9 generations of the Griffith noble house no one has ever had any aptitude to become a mage, it’s the same for your maternal noble house of Kaine, right?”

“Yes, in the last 10 generations not a single mage has been born in my side. I guess I was just expecting something impossible from Peter, it’s not his fault after all”

I don't have any aptitude for magic? Me? Of all people!? Just you wait... I'll show you guys that you are wrong!

I walked towards the study room and found the spell book.

"With this, I'll prove that I have the potential to be the greatest mage of all time!!!"

I said pumping myself up and tried to do the spell.

…

That night I realized something, I truly had no aptitude to be a mage...

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And now that brings me here, two years later to my present situation, and just as the two of them stated, I truly did lack any aptitude for magic or mystick arts!!!

Dammit! The most I can do is set a pile of twigs on fire or fill a glass with water or maybe sometimes summon 2-3 ice cubes to cool down the milk, apart from that I can’t do anything when it comes to magic!!!!

But… but, I didn’t lose hope because of it, no, I couldn’t lose hope no matter what happened. This was my second chance in life after all! The least I could do is to at least try to live it with pride!

I knew that this was a world governed by strength so I made sure to train myself like a bull in combat. My father and mother used to be adventurers in the past so because of that, I didn’t have any shortage of good teachers.

My father wields a spear and my mother a sword so I got training in both of these weapons but I prefer to use a sword over a spear because my size doesn’t permit me to use a spear efficiently, as for the sword I use, even though I call it a sword it’s not much different from a wooden stick.

But enough about all this now, tomorrow is my elementary school exam. I don’t know why but I feel scared of something. I hope everything goes well tomorrow.

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