Vincent (Father)
Upon receiving the news of my wife giving birth to a baby boy, an overwhelming sense of pride washed over me. He was the firstborn of the Vincent family, the heir to my name, legacy, and fortune. This perfect little boy had a beautiful face and a small tuft of dark blue hair, reminiscent of his mother's.
I couldn't contain my overwhelming joy as I gazed into his innocent baby-blue eyes. My heart swelled with pride and happiness to the point where tears of joy streamed down my cheeks. I rushed eagerly towards him, and when our eyes met, I couldn't resist letting out a joyful exclamation. "Hello, Little Hiro!"
These days, as I cradle my charming 3-year-old son in my lap while I narrate the fable of the hare and the turtle, he poses the same question every time we come to the lines I'd prefer not to read aloud myself.
Hiro would express his curiosity, asking, "Why do you think the Hare wouldn't eat the beans? Isn't that ridiculous?" His expression was filled with doubt.
I cherished these moments with Hiro on my lap, relishing our special time together. I shared stories of my adventurous experiences and described my occupation to the bright 3-year-old. As I watched him gradually succumb to sleep, I hummed a cheerful melody, content in our bond.
Likewise, I gently closed the book as Hiro drifted off into the Dream World.
"We have one smart and lovely kid," Mother remarked.
"Haha, indeed! Let's hope that Hiro-chan will grow up to be just as remarkable as his dad, Ku Kuku!" I proudly boasted.
Hiro was too adorable. It was pretty easy to grow envious of his parents. Even though I was his father, I was also the guy who couldn't resist buying toys and new clothes for him.
As Time Past it was Hiro's Birthdays Today he had turned Four; It was almost time for his Enrollment Into an academy we were gathered by our son's birthday cake and the present we'd all given him a mystery gift that held no true meaning since each of us didn't know what the other had gotten.
The family was all gathered there to celebrate. We all held smiles on our faces as we looked at each other and chatted for a few moments.
I caught Hiro in the Family Library; He was able to read and learn at a rapid speed. This surprised all who knew of his skill as a four-year-old.
I questioned whether Hiro could activate his Soul Forces to become a Magical Knight, and my wife disagreed, wanting Hiro to develop as a Mage; I was too incapable, so I consented to her argument.
I remembered one moment in his 3rd year when I had asked him for some magic books he had read. He went along and asked if he wanted some simple spell books or complicated spells that may use several more things.
That baby boy was intellectually remarkable! I had then concluded, why not? My son is exceptional in both ability and intellect! My kid is a prodigy; I'm positive about it! That only spurred the competitive streak in me and brought up the issue that my kid might have surpassed me if he became a Mage.
However, as a father, all I can do is simply watch him develop from here onwards.
As his father, it was difficult to resist purchasing him a unique sword; the metal it is made of was considered sacred steel in legends and mythology.
My wife handed over a substantial sum of money to acquire a book for Hiro, a tome that delved into the intricate workings of Soul Forces' mana. Her motivation for parting with the cash was rooted in her skepticism that he would require the book's knowledge for an extended period.
Throughout the passing years, I made a series of acquisitions, procuring several swords for him to use in his training.
Regrettably, none of the swords I had obtained for him endured as long as his current one. However, to my disappointment, it seemed that regardless of the weapon's quality, he neglected their care and maintenance.
They met their demise after only a few swings, shattering into pieces. It was a recurring pattern of short-lived blades. One day, as I ventured into town, a man and a woman approached me.
"Vincent, Vincent, aren't you in search of a fine sword for your child?" The man addressed me, while the woman turned to my wife, saying, "Aren't you also on the hunt for a birthday gift for Hiro? How about, well…" He brandished the weapon in his hand, a peculiar heaviness to it, "We present each of you with two of these exceptional metal swords, um…"
Certainly, Hiro's fifth birthday was fast approaching. These swords were unique, originating from an obscure foreign source. I stumbled upon the remarkable metal while searching for an ore to gift to Hiro.
Since there was still ample time, I accompanied my mother to purchase two additional rare metals and skillfully refined them into ingots. The resulting metal pieces possessed the perfect dimensions and weight for a young Hiro. These swords had a distinctly dark hue to them, and when I inquired, the smelter informed me that they were made of black metal. In a casual remark, they mentioned that such weapons would likely find a lucrative market.
Hiro had planned to become a Mage; however, I was unable to accept my wife's suggestion, so I wanted to provide him with a sword to ensure his safety on his journey.
Present him with the Rune of "Mage," despite it being unconventional. Explain it as a gift from a mother, designed to bring solace to both parents, providing reassurance for the future of Hiro, just in case.
One of the key aspects of this scenario is that he'll have the chance to wield his own sword with his own strength, making it exceptionally meaningful as his inaugural weapon.
I must confess, I'd overlooked the fact that he hadn't awakened yet, and I couldn't afford to wait given his tender age and the years he had ahead of him.
As my wife cradled our son in her embrace, she attentively listened to him. She advised Hiro not to overly rely on his parents. To our surprise, he expressed his desire to follow in our footsteps, aspiring to study diligently to become a Mage. I respectfully declined to impose my views upon his choice; it was his own path to adventure, one that we couldn't deem as right or wrong.
My wife and I caught Hiro engrossed in a book, marvelling at his intelligence and capability for a child of four or five. He possessed a sharp mind and a warm personality. I harboured hopes that he would grow into a remarkable knight or a skilled Mage, and perhaps even have a fulfilling family life in the future.
However, a sudden change in Hiro's demeanour caught our attention. I initially thought it might be the awakening of his Soul Forces, but to our astonishment, he began to levitate, bathed in a vibrant, multicoloured blue light that resembled a falling star. At that moment, right before our eyes, our son became a conduit for a powerful Soul Force, one that seemed to carry the legacy of a legend. It brought tears to my wife's eyes as we witnessed this extraordinary transformation in Hiro.
As Hiro gently landed back in his crib, both my wife and I were overwhelmed by this extraordinary revelation. We had just witnessed our son harnessing not one, but two Soul Forces, a feat even legendary users struggled to achieve. We always believed in Hiro's greatness, but this was beyond our wildest expectations.
Suddenly, our surroundings trembled, and we heard thunderous thuds that seemed to originate from the outside world. It was as if something extraordinary was happening beyond our walls.
As Hiro gradually drifted into a peaceful slumber, we found ourselves breathless yet filled with tears of joy. Witnessing his awakening as a Soul Force user on the path to becoming a Mage was a dream come true, a testament to the immense pride and fulfilment we felt as parents.