Reincarnated as a Genius Prodigy of a Prestigious Family - Chapter 3

Dane Sogres grew up quickly.

He must have truly been blessed for he grew up healthy without ever suffering from illness.

Dane’s growth, like it had been for Arabella and for Clare, was a matter of interest to the entire family and every one of his actions brought them joy.

“So, Dane. This is what we call magic. What do you think?”

“Maji?”

“Ma – gic. You want to give it a try? This is what condenses magic power and shines a light. Ta-da!”

“Wow.”

“Even if you aren’t a chain class, as long as you have talent in magic, it won’t be that difficult. But since you’re so young, Dane, it’ll be hard for you!”

And Dane’s talent manifested much earlier than expected.

“…Dane. What are you doing right now?”

“Maji!”

“…Our youngest is a genius, huh?”

Arabella watched Dane mimic the concentrated light she had shown him without putting much thought behind it. She was at a loss for words.

Concentrated light can be formed by someone simply with a talent for “magic”.

It is not related to the “chain” that determines a mage’s level, but that he was able to form this at all at his age was the important part.

“Does our little Dane want to become a mage?”

The talent he exhibited on his first birthday was not the end of it.

“Dane, I’m going to show you the summoning skill today. I’ve prepared a summons that’s just as cute as you!”

“I like!”

Clare summoned her small-sized summons “Aitz” in front of Dane. It was small and cute with rabbit-like ears and small wings. It was an assist-type summon.

“Dane, you need to be careful. Most summoned creatures are gentle in front of the summoner who summoned them, but are extremely wary of anyone else who approaches them…”

“Gyaah.”

Clare’s words trailed off in response to Aitz slowly walking over to Dane and rubbing its body against his small hand.

Clare, also, was at a loss for words at the never before seen spectacle in front of her.

“Oh my goodness. Aitz is…”

For reference, Aitz is one of the most sensitive summons who is on guard with everyone except its summoner.

She could not believe that this Aitz was the one who approached Dane to rub its body on him.

There were two ways to assess a summoner’s talent.

One is the summoner’s talent in summoning.

The other was…

One’s innate affinity toward summoned creatures.

Dane appeared to satisfy the latter.

Even though he clearly has the former, as well.

“Is our youngest…going to become both a summoner and mage at the same time…?”

One should not disregard the assassin option, either.

“Dane, Dane? Where did you go?”

The year Dane turned five, he suddenly disappeared and his mother spent a long time searching for him.

“Where did this kid go…Herman, have you seen Dane?”

“My apologies, Countess. I’m also trying to find him right now…”

They found Dane just under two hours later.

In the castle’s courtyard.

Stealthed skillfully in a thicket of grass.

“…Dane? How did you…”

“I did as you told me! Did I hide well?”

Lily stared blankly at her youngest, Dane, who was wearing a proud expression when he asked the question.

She did indeed tell him how. Only through words.

But how was he able to achieve this just by hearing how?

“…Is our youngest going to become an assassin, a summoner, and a mage at the same time…?”

Dane was really growing quickly.

He was able to really draw out his talents however much he liked unlike in his past life.

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The castle of Count Sogres is located in the south, famous even in the continent for its good climate.

I was spending a peaceful time here where high-quality fruit grows in abundance due to the warm weather, the mild climate, and sufficient sunlight daily.

‘Time really flies.’

While the time I spent on the battlefield in my past life does occasionally come to mind, when I am faced with the tranquility of the Sogres region, I am able to quickly forget it.

I am now able to enjoy this peace to my heart’s content.

I am now seven years old.

‘I’m glad that time is going by fast, but…’

I learned to walk long ago, of course.

Actually, I learned faster than even my older sisters.

Having retained my memories of my past life, my muscles seemed to have developed faster since I kept pushing them because I wanted to somehow try and walk.

But my toddler years were not necessarily that boring, either.

After being confirmed as one of the “greatest geniuses of all time,” perhaps due to some kind of agreement between my family members, I was able to learn various things.

To be more accurate, it was more a one-sided conversation as if I was being recounted a fairy tale.

They all approached my early education with great enthusiasm.

The moment one of them left another would hurry and fill the spot and talk about his or her own specialty.

“So, Dane. The spear is a weapon that fundamentally leverages distance properly. It may be difficult to understand anything now just from hearing me talk, but…”

“Dane, the basics of stealth revolve around maintaining the concealment of your airways. Oh, dear. Did I use too many difficult words? Mm. When mommy learned assassination skills, we only used these kinds of words, so…”

“Little brother! Your big sis is going to teach you about the affinity between fire type magic and water type magic! That was today’s lesson! At the magic academy…”

“…You need to take great care of your summons. Watch me carefully. Once you summon it like this, you need to pet it and interact with it first. If you try to use it to attack the moment it’s summoned, you’ll just end up having it resent you.”

For my father, it was spearmanship.

For my mother, it was stealth (assassination was too cruel).

For my eldest sister, it was magic.

For the younger of my older sisters, it was summoning.

At first it was boring, but as time went on, I could actually stand listening to them.

And after learning how to write one day, I was able to organize all that in my own way.

And so right now, I am taking lessons first from my mother.

“Dane, you were hiding here?”

“Ah. I didn’t think you’d find me so fast.”

I was playing hide-and-seek with my mother.

I guess it would be fairer to say I was receiving “lessons on stealth” under the guise of a game?

It was a type of “early education” I began around the age of five when I had become familiar with jumping skills and various breathing techniques.

“What are you saying? That took four hours and thirty minutes. It took me ten minutes longer than before.”

“Really?”

“Indeed. You did great suppressing your breathing and you almost completely concealed your presence.”

Mother patted my head showing how proud she was.

Simply put, “breathing suppression” along with “hide-and-seek” are a part of my “lessons on stealth.”

The gist of the lesson is to find a place where the target cannot notice me and suppress my breathing.

I suppose you can say it is a basic skill of assassination?

Of course, it is used not only in assassination.

It is a skill that can be used for hiding in dangerous situations or when you want to spy on someone.

“Our son’s talent in assassination skills is truly top-notch. It’s not easy showing this amount of patience at the age of seven.”

Well. That is the patience I developed while surviving on the battlefield, after all.

“With this, I think we can move on to our next lesson in stealth.”

“Okay, mother.”

“Is it fun taking lessons with mommy?”

“Of course.”

It really was fun.

If I had learned this in my past life, I would have made use of it on the battlefield. It would have been far more effective than “playing dead.”

I would not have particularly refused to learn it, either.

Those elite noble knights I had seen, on the other hand, would have refused to learn these skills saying they were unbecoming. But, in my eyes, I felt these skills were all incredible.

“Greetings, Countess, young master Dane. I see you two are over here.”

The servant Herman was approaching.

He was fifteen years old.

Despite how young he was, he was quiet and reserved, which I appreciated.

He had always been by my side since around the time of my first birthday.

“Ah, is it already that time?”

“The count sends tidings. He seems to be in a particularly good mood.”

My father was truly a good person.

He is the type who looked to be happier at the thought of giving his son a present than his son was receiving it.

And today was the day before my seventh birthday.

It looks like my father had a difficult time waiting for my birthday to arrive.

“I can’t wait. Let’s go. Mother, I’ll be off now.”

“Be careful then.”

I bid my mother good-bye and left with Herman.

After entering the castle, the moment I arrived at my father’s office, he pushed towards me the present he had prepared.

“I’m congratulating you early on your seventh birthday. I normally would be giving this to you with great flair during your birthday celebration, but I wanted to give this to you before your mom could give you any presents! I’ll tell you once again that you should be a spearman! The others are good too, but you should prioritize spearmanship!”

He had quite the pure heart.

“Thank you, Father.”

I offered my thanks and took the present.

I could tell what it was given its long packaging.

From its appearance, it was obviously a spear.

Tear

After tearing off the packaging, an impressive short spear emerged.

It was exquisitely made.

The dark shaft of the spear and its silver blade made for an excellent combination.

It was incredibly light even considering my age and strength.

So much so that it made me wonder what it was made out of.

“I had this present specially prepared by a famous craftsman in the capital two years ago.”

Father. You prepared this two years ago?

You went all out.

“This is so amazing.”

“Right? I knew my son would be able to appreciate it. Hahahaha! A light but sturdy eastern wood was used for the shaft and godrick steel was used for the blade instead of normal steel.

Eastern wood.

Godrick steel.

Both were incredibly high-quality materials.

I could sense my father’s feelings through them.

“Here, try wielding it. You remember what I’ve taught you so far about spearmanship?”

“Yes, of course I remember.”

I took a stance with the short spear.

I grabbed it with both hands and left a space two fists wide between my hands.

I held the spear aiming for an opponent’s head rather than the body and stood with one foot forward by one step and the other foot back by one step.

“That’s a perfect stance.”

Father looked at my form and clapped his hands excitedly.

“This won’t do. Let’s go out to the training grounds.”

I nodded my head without any sign of hesitation.

Holding the spear was making my body itch.

While it is not a sword, it was the first time I got to hold an actual weapon in my hands in this life.

I had been unable to hold a weapon all this while during my lessons due to an agreement between my father and mother.

My father and I arrived at the training grounds.

“Stand over there and hold your spear out to me.”

“Yes, Father.”

My father had picked up a short spear about the same length as mine. It was meant to be used only for practice but it was still a sharp spear.

“Whenever you handle a spear, you need to be serious about it.”

You could see how serious my father was about the spear.

Otherwise he would not have chosen to pick up a real spear in a sparring session with his seven year old son.

With that said, he had no intention of actually stabbing me with the spear.

“Dane, what did I tell you is the difference between a spear and sword?”

“Distance. You said that unlike the sword, the goal is to not allow the opponent to draw close by leveraging distance.”

“Good. And what else?”

“The spear is highly efficient.”

“You got that right. Why do you think that is?”

“The spear has a smaller contact point than the sword. In particular, when stabbing, even when using less strength than with other weapons, it can pierce deeper and with more force.”

Father had a satisfied smile on his face.

“You remembered that quite well. That’s right. For that reason, the spear is quite easy to learn. However, past a certain level, it becomes more difficult than a sword. Do you know why?”

Clang.

Father took a stance at that moment.

An immense pressure spread out in all directions in an instant.

This was a hexa-class spearman’s stance.

“It is a problem fundamental to the spear. You need a minimum distance to attack an opponent. Unlike the sword that you can forcibly withdraw and then strike with, it is difficult gripping the spear both long and short while attacking.”

He continued, “All weapons have their pros and cons. Even the sword, which is considered the best weapon, can at times be weak in certain situations. Without knowing that, it would be wrong of someone to say that some weapon is the best.”

“Then what is the reason you use a spear, Father?”

Father responded matter-of-factly to my sincere question.

“I use it because it’s cool.”

“……”

“Um. Well, it’s much cooler than that child’s toy of a dagger. Honestly, spears are the best. Better than swords.”

If that is your attitude, then swords are actually cooler…