It was July,12,984 of the republican calendar,I was training with my father at the courtyard in the back of the house.
"haaaaaah".
"too reckless".
"woooaaah".
I went on the attack but as to be expected from one of the best fighters in the republic,he just easily dodges and then flipped me with the sheath of his sword.
"nice try,son,but you must remember to keep a cool head when fighting, especially against a stronger opponent".
"you're right,dad,I will be more careful next time".
He is right,if I go charging in like that without knowing the opponent's strength or weakness,I might get killed.
"damn,if I was as good as you in magic then I would've stood a chance".
"maybe you would,maybe you wouldn't.anyways, follow me,I have something to give to you".
"wait... is this another one of your pranks??."
I asked, suspicious of his true motives and wondering why he wanted to give it to me.i mean, I'm an f-rank in magic,basically the weakest in history.
myd dad answer in a serious tone and wore a serious expression on his face,which is very rare
"no,this isn't a prank,this time, I'm actually serious".
"are you???".
I asked again,still suspicious.
"I am!".
"okay".
on the way to his private library,we had some light conversation.