------516th anniversary of the demon king's defeat (Yuto is about to turn four)
"Oh... Honey... Not there... Please be more gentlemanly... Ahh.... Ahhh.... Ahhhhhhhhhh"
Lying on my own bed in a newly built extra room, I tossed around a few times, trying to cover my ears with a pillow, but under these extreme conditions, it was absolutely impossible to sleep.
Every time I tried to ignore the sounds coming from my mom and dad and fall asleep, a question got stuck in my mind. What if I hadn't been reborn in an ordinary isekai, but in the world of an NTR manga I'd never read?
It's horrifying to think that my mom could suddenly be targeted by the bad guys... Ugh, I think I'll torture them all to death.
---------- in a few hours
As the night went on, the boy, who kept tossing and turning in his bed, began to suffer from real insomnia, not the kind caused by his own imagination, and in the end, the growing stress pushed the boy past his limit.
Deciding that he couldn't endure this Chinese torture any longer, the boy stopped punching his own head and entered his storage space.
"Do you feel lonely, Yuto? Do you want a friend, Yuto? Wouldn't it be nice to have a brother or sister, Yuto?"
Holy shit, you're so right. I don't know how I didn't realize I needed a sibling for so many fucking years.
I don't know where my mom and dad got the inspiration to make a new child, but lately I can't sleep in the extra room my dad built onto the house to keep me away from their room.
Do they really think these walls are soundproof or something? Or do they think they're using some kind of method to educate their child about sexual matters?
I mean, who would be crazy enough to get upset just because their parents are having sex? sniff... And what's so bad about having a sister first? Sniff... Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Bam (sound effect of Yuto banging his head on the dirt floor)
Snap out of it, Yuto. Remember who you are and what kind of life you want to live! You want big boobs... No, that's not it!
Bam
I want to be a great magician!
That's right. Remember who you want to be, Yuto!
Sigh...
What was I practicing the last time I did magic? Ahhh, yes, I remember. I was working on my mastery of magic circles, also known as the key that opens the doors to the world of upper-level magic.
When I turned my head and looked around, the colorful flowers I saw quickly calmed my soul. I called the towel lying in front of my hut, a few meters away from me, into my hand and wiped my bleeding forehead.
When I first got this space, all there was here was a few meters of dry dirt floor. In the early days, I practiced my magic attacks on the dirt floor, so after a while the space started to look like it had been hit by a meteor shower.
After I learned a few practical spells from the magic book I got from my master, I first leveled the ground in my space, and then I covered the ground with grass and colorful flowers.
The feeling of the soft flowers brushing against my feet made me feel very holy, and it was practically a massage for my soul.
When I looked at the hut in the middle of my storage space, I remembered the time I built it. First, I drew a magic circle on the ground, copying the picture in the magic book, and then I poured my mana into that magic circle. With a magnificent sight, a few pieces of wood rose from the ground, and then the planks took shape and turned into a hut. And of course, this magnificent magic cost every bit of the mana in my body. Fortunately, a fantasy illness like mana depletion didn't exist in this world, and after a day, my mana returned to what it had been.
When I wanted to walk with calm steps, enjoying the fresh air, I felt that the air I breathed in wasn't as refreshing as I had imagined. Probably because the amount of oxygen in my storage space had dropped, I raised my hand and cast a powerful wind spell.
One feature of the wind magic I was using was that it turned the oxygen needed for the spell directly out of mana.
It was homework I'd given myself, to use magic at every opportunity. That way, I could quickly get used to the feeling of using mana.
After casting the mid-level wind magic a few times, I felt that the amount of oxygen had reached the level I wanted, and I started walking again, watching the view of the illusory sun in the sky and the flowers on the ground.
Since there were still about 3 hours until sunrise, I could guess that my mom and dad would be having fun for 3 more hours without checking on my room. But they would probably prefer to go to bed early today. Maybe they had already fallen asleep while I was talking to myself...
Tomorrow was the 517th anniversary of the demon king's defeat. From what I'd learned from my mom and dad, every year people hold a big celebration in city or village centers to celebrate the death of the previous generation of demon king. And for some reason, they had told me I had to go to the town square early tomorrow for this celebration.
Even though I was in a bad mood about having to join the other children in a group and play competition-style games at some silly event, I put all other thoughts out of my head and threw myself into my magic training.
For low and mid-level magic, you need incantations and drawn magic circles, but for high-level magic, you need to be able to create magic circles out of thin air, along with knowledge of magic circles. Memorizing the shape of a magic circle and using it the way I used to doesn't work very well at this level. If I want to use high-level magic circles, I need to understand the language of magic circles.
Before entering my hut, I lifted my left arm slightly and stretched it out toward the endless sea of flowers. The moment I extended my arm, a magic circle with a flame symbol in its center appeared in my palm.
Right after that, another magic circle appeared in the air in front of the first magic circle, and then yet another magic circle appeared in front of the other two.
When I checked the mana output of my body, a small ball of flame came out of the center of the first circle. As it passed through the second circle, the color of the fireball changed from red to blue, and as it passed through the third circle, the size of the fireball grew tens of times larger.
As I watched the fireball fly forward, I began to wonder whether this thing could even be called a fireball anymore. What I'd used was the lowest-level fireball spell, but by using two extra magic circles, I had increased the fireball's power and size. This was the bread and butter of my long practice with magic circles, you could say.
Since the first magic circle took the place of the words of the fireball spell, I could now use magic without even having to open my mouth. Of course, I could also use the same spell in the same way without needing any magic circles.
All this time, my master still didn't know that I could use magic, because I had never told her.
A child who had never gone to church and received a blessing being able to use magic might have been a bad sign. Or they might have started saying that I wasn't human. Since my master gave me books without questioning me much, I didn't need to bring it up with her anyway.
While I was lost in thought, the fireball I had thrown hit the ground and turned into a mushroom cloud, creating a crater tens of meters across. As the wind from the explosion hit my face, the last bits of sleeplessness left me.
I entered my wooden shelter, took the thick red-bound book I'd read last from the bookshelf made up of dozens of magic books, and continued my training from where I'd left off.
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