Magic Warrior Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Memories with Family

Dreams. A memory with my family.

But it was not my real family, but my family in the fantasy world of dreams before I was put to sleep.

The first thing I remember is when I was so small that I could not move by myself.

It is an impossible memory, one that I would not normally remember.

I was crying in my mother's arms.

It was a dark, rainy forest, and there was no one there but me and my mother.

My mother was leaning against a tree, her face pale from blood loss.

I realized that she was injured. I was surprised to see my mother's face, which I had never seen before, and I stopped crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I think this is as far as I can go... Mina..."

My mother's beautiful light blue hair and her beautiful face were dirty from the rain and mud, and she kept apologizing as she stared at me with her emerald eyes.

I couldn't tell because of the rain, but I was sure she was crying too. After I stopped crying, she patted my head.

I felt a little relieved and sleepy.

That was my true memory of my mother's final moments. For some reason, I never forgot it.

The next memory that comes to mind is the day I was born at the age of six.

The next memory that comes to mind is my 6th birthday.

"Happy Birthday Mina, today is a treat!"

"Hmmm, you can eat a lot today."

My dark blue-haired father said, and my red-haired mother brought a large pancake.

Mom and dad celebrated by feeding me many pancakes with sugar and fruit, which I could only eat once in a while.

I didn't know it at the time, but apparently it was an expensive item that was rarely eaten in the village.

My father, a former adventurer, used his connections back then to prepare them whenever there was a celebration or other occasion.

Claire and I were both in a good mood as we ate pancakes in silence with Claire.

My father and mother were also smiling as they poked at the pancakes, little by little.

I didn't tell anyone about my memories of the past. I don't know why, but I felt it was the right thing to do.

But it has stayed in my head, and I've been thinking about it because it keeps coming back to me.

I often think of it, especially during this chilly season, when my birthday is approaching.

I say "birthday" but in this world where we don't often count dates in our daily lives, we simply divide them by season.

When birthdays are celebrated with family and friends, they are sometimes divided a little more finely, and my birthday is in late winter.

Claire's birthday, by the way, is in the middle of fall.

"Yes, Dad, teach me swordsmanship!"

It was a childish idea, and I asked my father to teach me swordsmanship, but he didn't take it very well.

My mother looked at me as if she knew what I meant.

I had heard so many stories about my father's adventuring days that I guessed he would want to be an adventurer someday.

"Why do you want me to learn swordsmanship, Mina?"

"I want to be strong."

Dad asked me a little seriously, so I answered honestly.

"Why do you want to be strong, Mina?"

"Because I want to protect people this time. Can't I?"

"Mina..."

I may have said something strange because of the memories of the past.

My father and mother were startled and their eyes widened. Mom called my name, looking a little like she was about to cry.

"...I understand. It's better than learning it badly in my own way. I also need a wooden sword to practice with, so it's going to be a little while before I can do that, okay?"

"Yes."

"We're done here. Today is Mina's birthday."

Neither Mom nor Dad said anything more, but he seemed to agree.

Mom patted me on the head.

After a while, my father began to teach me swordsmanship.

At first, it was basic training to build up my physical strength. After the wooden sword arrived, he taught me how to hold, posture, and swing the sword.

Not only how to use a sword, but also how to be prepared when facing demons.

My mother also taught me magic. However, as a villager, my mother could only use basic everyday magic.

The daily life magic includes ignition magic to start a fire even without a flint, and magic to clean and remove dirt from the body and equipment.

If you just want to live in a village or town, you can just use tools rather than going out of your way to use magic.

Therefore, it was a great achievement for the villagers to be able to use even one of the daily life magic.

After my mother married my father, they often went out together, so she learned to use magic on the road.

I guess the power of love is great in otherworlds as well.

Since Mom and Dad were not spartan and there was no need to hurry to become strong, they practiced only for a short time a day and took long breaks.

It was no wonder, since my father and mother had jobs to do.

Even so, my learning ability was high, and by the time I was 11 years old, I was able to defeat weak demons around the village by myself using a wooden sword.

This was about the same strength as the apprentice vigilante in the village.

The reason for the wooden sword was apparently the village's rule against giving metal weapons to minors.

I was told that this rule was established after a child was once injured when he swung a sword belonging to a vigilante's parent in a fit of anger.

The wooden sword itself has been replaced several times by a heavier and longer one according to the height. Immediately after the replacement, the balance changed and it was difficult to use.

It was natural that Claire would be concerned if her parents and sister did such things, and at first, they practiced swordsmanship together, but Claire did not seem to have any talent for swordsmanship.

Even so, we did basic exercises together as if for fun, so I think she gained some physical strength.

Claire seemed to have a talent for magic because she learned it more quickly than I did.

I heard later that she was so talented that she wished there was a magician in this village who could use attribute magic.

Other than that, his life was normal.

My father, a former adventurer, worked in the fields and was relied upon in the village for his outside knowledge and strength.

Mom usually did all the housework, and her main job was to help out in the fields when Dad was busy. To put it simply, she was a housewife.

Both mother and father said that children's work was to play, and except for a certain amount of help and practice of swordsmanship and magic, they allowed us to play freely.

At the age of 12, I was only allowed to practice swordsmanship.

At the age of 12, I was taught not only swordsmanship but also reading, writing, and simple arithmetic.

I guess they thought it was necessary if I was going to be an adventurer.

Although he did not say so directly, in hindsight, I think he intended to accept my request to become an adventurer if I expressed my desire to do so.

Claire, who was one year younger than me, learned faster than I did. It was a little frustrating.

Claire and I got along well. We would fight once in a while, but the next day we would make up without a fight.

After a while, my father told me that there was nothing more to teach me about swordsmanship, and asked me to repeat the basic exercises.

Even though he was a former adventurer, my father's swordsmanship skills were probably not that high, since he fell in love with my mother, got married, and decided to stay in the village early.

He lived a very normal and peaceful life of a villager, sometimes hearing strange stories from the peddlers who came to the village, and playing with children about his age in the village.

There is something strange about Mina's memories.

She is learning swordsmanship and studying, but I cannot see what she wants to do, what she would like to become, or any kind of hope for the future.

All I know is mostly memories, as if I were watching a video. In numerous instances, we don't know how she was feeling at the time of the image.

It is only Mina's memories of the past that have been established, and only the times when she had exceptionally strong feelings are likely to remain as part of her memory.

I think it's okay to return the favor a little as long as I'm allowed to use my body.

Where did the original Mina go?

I took her away from her. I have replaced her with the earthly me. In the first place, Mina is just a memory of Kainagi's. I can think of several things, but I can't verify them.

I can think of several things, but I cannot verify them.

If I had been replaced with the earthly me, I would like you not to see those goods that I have secretly hidden in the back of the cupboard.

...Is that impossible?