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Chapter 13 - Parents

[Go Loki Go!]

Kaaapow! (Reference to a specific comic)

I slammed my sword into the tree as hard as I can.

While panting I could barely squeeze out a few words, "How long... has....it been"

[47 minutes and 38 seconds, though I am sure you were being rhetorical]

The pain was so intense on my tiny body. Normally I'd call this anime inspired training stupid but I'm not. It's fucking difficult.

[LANGUAGE!]

I don't know why he wants me to learn this one cut perfectly, but I'm listening to him because he's an elder warrior. He would know the fastest way to get stronger. Not only that it's the only way I'll get strong enough to protect myself.

Maybe deep down inside I don't want to disappoint myself or others. Im not a genius, I'm just a lucky schmuck who became a prince. I see the way my mother and father look at me. I know they have expectations. Even more than that, I know myself to expect a lot. I can't let the opportunity pass me by. I'm no longer a sad on the inside anymore or lost. I have a purpose. I'm either passing out or this tree is going down.

And just like that, 28 minutes later I passed out.

What did you guys expect me to somehow cut a tree down as a three year old with a blunt object on the power of friendship. This isn't Saruto.

As I was being carried out by my mother and father I swore I could hear something about someone taking bets on how long I would last. (Mom bet 1 hour and Dad bet 30 minutes)

I came to about three hours after I passed out, a little bit after midday. This world still uses the sun as reference for time.

I looked around my room to see my mother sitting on the opposite side of the bed with a worried expression.

"My little Prince, how am I to continue healing your wounds when I see you suffering like that?" She said while continuing to use healing magic on my sore right arm.

"Because I need you to. I can't become a big strong warrior like father without you mom." I said with a serious expression. I'm not actually being sarcastic here I really need her.

In my past life I was very independent due to how I saw the world as pointless. I might have been borderline depressed when I really think about it. It's likely one of the reasons why I've been trying to leave the castle as fast as I can. On Earth I never had a good relationship with my parents. I know they loved me. But how could I learn to love them back when I barely loved the idea of life itself. Even Angie was a miracle. That woman really put up with a lot of shit from me. If I am really being critical of my past behavior, I maybe could have made her my reason for living, but I could never bring myself to do it. I needed my life to be fulfilled with something not on Earth. If I ever get a chance to go back, I'll have to make it up to her.

This world has started to change me. I've felt more alive living in this castle over the last three years than on Earth in twenty nine years. Currently I still feel like a small boat sailing on a calm sea, that can turn violent at anytime. I recognize the fact that this world is a lot grittier than Earth. I'm sure it's not death around every corner but from what I understand, the Lost Woods is not an easy place to live. There's ferocious beasts, man eating plants, and rogue bandits every now and again. The biggest threat so far I've heard about is the southern devils that have come north to pillage resources.

I need to be stronger. Not just for my parents but for myself. Which is the reason why I'm pushing myself so far.

Between her reddish eyes that I can tell we're about to cry, I can almost hear a sigh. She looked to me and said, "I will not always be here to heal you up, but I will do my best while I have you. Because of that your father and I decided to set up a new training schedule for you. If it gets to hard at any moment you can come and tell your mommy everything, and I'll take care of it okay?"

She's a perfect mother isn't she. She knows this is gonna hurt and she knows this is for the best. Even knowing all that, she's giving me a way out. I really don't deserve her kindness.

She told me I would no longer learn history in the morning but rather on my free time every 5 days. I would now exclusively train every other morning and spend the afternoon mending the trees in the yard. This apparently, is my new Life School practice. Everyday I'm not training as a warrior or practicing life school magic, I'll practice Alchemy and Nature's Wrath.

At least until I turn five. By that point I should be big enough to begin the next stage of both Druid and warrior training. You see, young souls have not settled down enough for them to be strengthened until around five so my parents are trying to build a foundational skill set first without the power to back it up. Like learning to swing a sword properly by swinging it several times the same way. It's to increase my form and muscle memory. Currently all my Druid and warrior skills are merely at their weakest levels.

As a Druid I can mend twigs, change the the temperature slightly, and use weaker alchemical spells like purify, which disinfects my bandages, and separate, which removes a chosen material from a mixture.

As a warrior, I literally haven't learned anything yet and can't strengthen anything. Which is how my crazy dad came up with a brilliant idea. He wants to condition every movement of every weapon he can find into my muscles so that by the time I strengthen my body, the movements will be instinctual. This mainly includes Axes, Spears, Broadswords, and Daggers.

What happened to Hammers? Apparently I'm going to use the hammer a lot after my fifth birthday so my dad said we're skipping it.

Every two weeks of warrior training would be devoted to one weapon. Every day for five days would be devoted to one movement which comes out to about six movements every two weeks. I would be cycling about four weapons for about a year so I'll end up back on sword every eight weeks. Apparently we're doing this until I have all the offensive movements down.

With both hands mind you. Apparently learning to use both hands is important. Later I will be learning defensive movements. The latter end of my training will be more comprehensive with me hopefully having built up stamina at that point.

Speaking of all these plans for growth, S.L.A.D. Statistics.

[Scanning Current Body Condition]

Name: Loki Frost Hammer

Species: Human (Giant Tribes)

Age: 3.5

Class: Abused Toddler Druid

Rating: 4.30

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Strength: 0.31

Constitution: 0.77 (0.54)

Dexterity: 0.4

Intelligence: 1.6

Wisdom: 1.22

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Status: Exhausted

Current Energy: Mana

Elemental Affinity: Nature Affinity, Four Unknown Affinities

Blessings: Unknown Goddess (S.L.A.D.)

Skills: Earth Sciences, Nature's Language, Druid Apprentice, Minor Alchemy, Swinging a Sword (in progress)

[Statistics Complete]

Looks like someone's having fun.

[I couldn't resist]

Regardless of how my class looks, it looks like I'm going to break into rank 2 around my fifth birthday at this rate, by virtue of my already high Intelligence.

My mother finished healing me up and got up from my bed. She looked down to me and cupped my head. "I'm not going to force you to mend the trees today even though I've healed you because it's your first day. I'm not gonna be able to hold back your father next time so try and rest now. I'll have Hilda bring your lunch along with that book on different plants you were reading in the library before." She said smiling.

Man I love this woman. She really knows what I love.

[You might be right about her being an Angel]

She turned around and walked out of my room with light steps.

"Thank you mom." I said

She stopped right at the door for a second, then continued walking out.