As Tibaut finished his daily cleaning he looked outside a nearby window, towards a patch of forest and was reminded of his childhood in this world.

The boy was sitting on his older brother's shoulder.

"Come on Pyrus let's play outside." The little boy asked.

"It looks like Cillia's busy so it should be fine…probably."

The redheaded teen then brought his little brother outside.

("Me? Outside? Why the hell can't I keep my mouth shut? I want to stay inside and read some book but being a kid again is a pain in the ass.")

Ever since Tibaut had reached four he had told himself he would stay inside all day and try to entertain himself with whatever they had available. This was a new life and he sure as hell was going to take advantage of the fact he was born in a high-class family. However, he encountered one small problem. He didn't know if it was because certain parts of his brain hadn't fully developed yet or if books of this world were simply boring but he could not contain himself. He'd feel impatient reading and try looking for something else to do. The fact that he knew the problem yet still couldn't fix it bothered him to no end.

("Ugh, whatever, some physical activity might calm me down enough to actually read in peace.")

When they reached the outside Tibaut playfully covered his brother's eyes and asked "What are we gonna do?"

His brother stopped, put his hand on his chin, and thought for a second.

"Cricket?"

"That's lame I wanna see something cool. (I am not playing that overcomplicated baseball clone again. Besides I could barely swing the bat last time we played.)" The little boy responded.

The young man took his brother's hands off his eyes and looked forward.

"Hmm, maybe we could catch some bugs and make them fight?"

The little boy's eyes lit up. "(That sounds a bit cruel.) Really, we can?"

"Yup, I used to do it when I was younger. Man, it's been forever since I did it."

The older brother then shot off (with Tibaut still on his shoulders) to a forested area near their property. He looked around there for a bit before stopping.

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"Ah, here it is."

His vision was currently fixed on a flat tree stump.

"Where are we?" Little Tibaut asked.

"Have a good look at the area, many gruesome battles have been fought here over the years and today isn't going to be any different!"

"(I'd say you're oddly enthusiastic about this but you were the one who suggested it) I'm having a good look!" Tibaut said enthusiastically.

Tibaut then stared down the stump and while his initial thoughts were that it was anything from special, he dropped down from his older brother's back and gave it a closer look. He ran his hand over the stump. It was smooth. It almost felt polished.

"This stump is weird." He commented based on his astute observation.

"Oh ho ho, I shouldn't have expected anything less of my little brother. Your intuition is correct, it isn't any regular stump."

"(Just tell me what's special about it) Why's it weird?"

"If I remember correctly, some blacksmith gifted our father a sword and he decided to test it out. I remember him cutting a bunch of stuff like leather armour and a rolled-up tatami mat (Mom wasn't happy about that one, even though we have a few and never use them anyway) and found he could never tell how good the blade was since it went through them too easily."

("Sounds like it was plenty good enough.")The seemingly little boy thought.

"So when we were having a picnic one day our mom goaded him into using the sword to cut a tree."

"(Aren't the women in a household supposed to discourage that sort of stuff?) Really?"

"I guess you wouldn't know since she tries to behave herself around you but with how she acts sometimes it's no wonder she married our dad. Uh, you know what, forget all of what I just said."

"So mom acts like dad sometimes."

Pyrus groaned as he realized he might have to deal with his mom being annoyed at him sometime in the distant future.

"Anyway he swung and instead of damaging the sword and hurting his hand from the recoil he actually cut through it cleanly. I remember both their reactions being pretty funny."

"Can I get that sword?" Tibaut honestly asked.

"You'd have to wait until Dad retires until you get that sword." He casually replied.

"You don't want it?"

"Well, I've trained using a different type of sword, so I'm not too sure if I'd be able to use it as well as he does."

Tibaut tilted his head at this information. ("Why doesn't he use the same type of sword as dad?")

"Anyways, let's go catch some bugs. Also, stay close to me, I know it doesn't look like it but it's easy to get lost here."

"Did you get lost here?" He casually responded.

His older brother then started coughing with his cheeks looking slightly red.

"Of course not, I know this place like the back of my hand, I just don't want you getting lost or I'd get in trouble. Just stay in my vision alright."

"Kay."

"Alright, then let's get started."

As they ventured in their search for bugs Tibaut asked his older brother a question while he was kicking a bush and seeing if anything came out.

"Can I pick up any bugs?"

"Geez, you're more danger-aware than we give you credit for. It should be fine though. When I was playing this with some friends when I was your age, one got bitten by something mildly poisonous, so Dad decided to hire some magician to deal with it. (I have no idea why he did that instead of just telling us to be more careful)"

"Oh, I found something weird." He said while trying to grab something that fell from the bush.

"At least listen to me when you ask something, Tibaut." Pyrus said in a calm voice watching his little brother pounce to the floor.