"Go ahead and give a go yourself."

Father tells me as he finishes mincing the wooden practice sword with his bare fingers.

I take a deep breath and stare at the practice sword in my hand, the sensation from before begins to reach the tips of my fingers wrapped around the hilt. Ok, go on and inherit my piercer. I think as if the sword could hear me. The dark wood, like father's did, suddenly emits the same amber radiance and then quiets back to its original appearance.

"Alright."

Walking up to the remaining dummy I hold the sword above my face and then lightly let it drop vertically through the dummy from head to post. No resistance whatsoever and the tip of the wood blade cracks the ground a bit before I lift it back up.

The power of a neurovant is way scarier than I initially thought. What would happen if I tried to touch the edge would it just slash my hand clean off too? What could it do to a regular person if I wasn't careful?

"Here, I'll take of that one too."

Father's words jolt me back into focus, I hesitate to hand him the deadly tool. But, dad just grabs the point end of the sword and has me let go of the hilt.

"It's going to be fine, Relwing, any weapon in your hand will only obey what you wish. It won't activate against something you don't want to pierce through, and even then I'll be fine if you did it by accident. It's not at a level where it could hurt me."

"Right, but I'm just really surprised at its effectiveness."

"Well you should get used to it if you want to get stronger and master it. There's no need to rush but don't be so cautious."

Father breaks my sword apart as he finishes advising me.

"Alright, so for the most part I have just about every neuro you have, do you remember any of mom's?"

It's only natural I'd ask about mother. Not that I ever need an excuse to ask, I never miss the chance to ask about her. Even then, I hardly know anything about mom, she was a neurovant, she was a 'magician', her favorite food was anything with meat in it.

She died soon after I was born, I used to think it was because of me but father kept telling me, women don't die of childbirth, ever. The notion sounds insane to me now more than ever considering what I recall from Earth.

"I do."

Father, tight lipped as always, did not say another word after that.

"I guess I'll just wait to see her present then."

I know for a fact it doesn't matter what I say, no matter how many times I try to pry him for more information on the topic, he doesn't budge. What's so painful about talking about her that he'd never dwell on the thoughts? Did he actually hate mom?

"There's a lot I want to say and a lot I don't, Relwing, that's the name she gave you. I'll tell you more about her tomorrow. She's a hard person to describe but she loved you for as long as she knew you, don't ever question your worth."

Father's foreboding words echo in my mind as he walks away. I fight the tears back, fuck, any little thing can get to me like that. Maybe it's because I didn't have a mom last time and she certainly didn't love me.

The sun begins to tilt over the ring moon of the world. It is getting late.

"Alright, I won't. I'm going to head to the Smith's house they're probably still getting ready, might as well help since it's for me anyway."

"Take care, and have fun, my son."

Father finishes saying before quietly walking inside of the house.

Quicksave.

【Overwrite Quicksave?】

How curious, it asks for confirmation? What is "it" though? Maybe a question for later. Yes, overwrite.

【Quicksave Completed.】