omplain, but tears dripped from my eyes as I thought about it.

 And like that, one year passed.

 I am now six years old, and the boy soldiers are no longer a challenge for me.
The physique of a six-year-old and the physique of twelve or thirteen years old is different.
The same is true for reach.
This difference in physique means they possess a greater muscle mass.
This means that their speed and their strength eclipses mine.

 But their dynamic vision, reflexes, and knowledge are underdeveloped.

 The boy soldiers have begun to follow my example and devise their own techniques, but they are still unpolished.

 The knights don’t have much of an emphasis on the concept of feints, and their sword fights seem to focus on speed or power.
It’s a good idea to have a fast swordsman defend the upper part of his body and quickly attack the side of his opponent’s body, while those who emphasize power have to stand firm to make a relentless attack.
Their fighting style is incredibly predictable and stubborn.

 So I pull back or use some evasive footwork when he shows signs of attacking me, attempting to create a weakness in my opponent.

 If he strikes out, it’s a great opportunity.
Children are not good at waiting, so patience is key when dealing with them.

 Opponents who use rapid attacks often unconsciously calculate the recoil they will get from clashing swords with their opponent.
Simply avoiding their sword for one or two strikes will cause them to completely mess up their rhythm.

 The most important thing for an effective sword strike is timing and surprise.
If you show an opponent an opening, they will attack with full force in a predictable trajectory, making it easy to dodge.

 There are three main types of surprise attacks.
A low sweeping attack for the feet, which not many people use.
A rising strike from the feet to the torso.
Finally, there is a simple strike from behind.

 I’m small and nimble, so it’s quite difficult for my opponent to imitate my surprise attacks.
The one-hit-rule was also working in my favor.

 In the midst of this hellish day, Till opens her mouth, smiling as usual.

“It’s a good thing that Van-sama has grown so robust lately.
With your genius and your understanding of swordsmanship… perhaps you could even secure the position of heir.”(T.N.
Note: Should I keep the -sama or should I use “young master” instead?)

 I inwardly gasped at Till’s sudden, absurd uttering.

 As I had heard in Espada’s class, the world of the aristocracy is a world where the strong prey on the weak.
Frighteningly, some families are said to be no exception, even among blood brothers.

 To become the head of the family or not.
The choice one makes here greatly influences the rest of one’s life.

 Money, status, honor, power – all of it is the sole property of the newly appointed head of the family.
There is no number two.
If the lesser brothers are on good terms with the new head, they may support him as his subordinate, but most of the time they leave home.

 This is especially true when the younger brother overtakes his older brother as the head of the family.
The older brother who is ousted from his position will hold a grudge.
Therefore, many young upstarts will kill the older brother in order to secure a more stable path to power.

 Unfortunately, I don’t have many opportunities to talk to my brothers.
Furthermore, when I see the second and third brothers they always avoid me.
I wouldn’t say that we are close.

 The eldest son often shows up at the soldier’s training camp, so we at least exchange greetings, but the future of our relationship is unknown.

 In other words, whether I actually become the head of the family or not, if I stand out, the chances of me being killed go up.

 This is bad.
I’m definitely showing off too much, I’m practically drawing a target on my back.

 Lately, when I’m walking around the castle, I’m warmly greeted by maids, butlers, and even guards.

 I’m sure my brothers will think that I’m becoming a favorite among the subordinates of our house.

 I have to do something about this…….!


 I call out, and Till replies with a smile.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“I need to go outside.”


 Be a playboy.
Let’s play until level 20.(T.N.
Note: No idea what the level 20 is referring to.)

 I’ve made up my mind to do so.

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