Ahh, the peaceful days of being a young child sure past by fast. I was growing at a fast rate like all children my age and would soon be five years old.
In the past five years I had continued to visit the large library every time I had free time. I was the only one who used the books that were stored within. I had figured this library was my mother’s idea, as all the books contained inside had to do with magic.
As I continued to cultivate my mana pool and my mastery over this wonderful art, I also grew in my physical size. Once I was able to reach the second shelf, I had found that the new books I was able to read covered more advanced types of magic. This pattern repeated itself with the top most shelves proving to be of most interest. It was a well-planned system.
My frequent visits to the library, did not mean that I was a loner as a kid. I had no issues with visiting the park with my loving parents. Even playing with the young kids of similar age proved to be lots of fun. At first it was not to stand out, or be considered a rich snob that I partook in such plays. It however proved to be a good way to relax, even if I was a 25 year old man inside.
Even after all this time, I could still remember the RE manuals I read in my previous life. I swore to use this knowledge well in this life time, it did not however mean that I would follow them to every letter.
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When I was about 3 years old, I had already mastered highest level of magic mentioned within the many books I my personal library. It should go without saying, I had cultivated my mana pool far beyond any child close to my age. Even most adults would pale in comparison.
I had debated for some time between learning swordsmanship or trying to create this worlds version of a gun. However, I had little knowledge in gun construction and it somehow felt unnatural to use guns when I held such superb control over magic.
As a result, I had decided to wait for my father to ignore common sense and my mother's concerns of teaching a young growing child how do use sharp metal blades. I was already 3, according to most RE stories, I should soon be entrusted with my own metal tool commonly used for claiming lives , aka: my own sword. I could barely wait.
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