Episode 5

I am lovingly raised by the best father and mother.

I am trained strictly by the strongest father and mother.

Then I grow up fine and healthy.

I grow up to be twelve years old without getting sick.

In this world, 15 is the age of adulthood, but by the age of 12, most children have decided whether they want to follow in the footsteps of the family business or follow some other path.

The child who takes over the farm learns how to repair the hoe and plow. They learn the seasons for sowing seeds.

The child who inherits the estate begins to train in martial arts and vows to become a great knight.

The children of merchants master reading, writing and abacus.

I, on the other hand, was not sure what to do.

The reason was that my father and mother had different opinions.

Ronin, the God of Swords, naturally entrusted me with his sword.

"It is ridiculous for a man to learn healing and magic. A man should be able to hold a sword.

Miria, the Goddess of Healing, said it was barbaric and gave him a potion.

"Will is a gentle boy. Will is a sweet boy. He should study the path of healing and become a mountain saint."

Vandal, the god of magic, said, that both are nonsense.

The truth of magic is what humans should learn. Only by exploring the depths of magic can you appreciate the preciousness of life.

Each of them has a different point of view. Everyone's temples twitch. Ronin reaches for the sword at his hip, Miria casts a spell over her body, and Vandal reaches for his staff.

The three of them were not just three different people, they were enemies.

As for me, I loved all three of my parents, so I can't pick just one.

I loved Ronin, Miria, and Vandal , all in their own ways.

Not only did they love each other, but they also loved each other's specialties.

I like wielding swords, mixing potions, and reading books on magic.

I want to master them. He had learned various basics, but he wanted to master each of them even more.

When I confessed this in a place where the three of them are not there, on a tree, someone appeared to praise me.

It was a figure in the form of a bird.

His name was Reus, the Omnipotent God, and he was the one who had picked me up as a baby.

He is also known as the God of No Form and the God of a Thousand Incarnations. He can transform into any form.

The fourth father, in the form of a bulbul, praised me in a stern and honest voice.

"Will, you're wonderful," he said. "You are living up to the expectations of your three selfish parents."

I let out a bitter laugh and respond.

"No, it's not. All of my parents practices are really interesting."

"But one day you'll have to choose one of them."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. You have a lot of talent, but it will be difficult for you to master all of them. You are not as good as Ronin in swordsmanship, you are not as good as Miria in healing, and you are not as good as Vandal in magic. That would be a dragon's head and a dragon's tail."

"I think it's admirable to be the head of a dragon. And I thought my father said it was okay.

"I changed my mind. Your talent is the strongest. I want you to be the strongest man you can be."

"What good will it do me to be the best?"

"You can protect your friends. You can protect your family. You don't have to bow down to people you don't like."

"The first two sound appealing."

"Do you want to be a strong man who can protect your friends and family?"

"Yes, I want to protect the animals in the mountains. I want to save my mom and dad. I can do that...... but..."

"But?"

"Maybe I don't need to protect my dads. They're too strong."(duh they're Gods)

"I know."

Reus laughs loudly. The corners of my mouth loosened up as well.

"I just want you to have a bigger perspective."

"Bigger picture?"

"Yeah, it's important to protect your family and friends, because many of them can't even protect themselves. But I think you have the power to save more than that."

"More things?"

"Yes. Look at the sight before you."

"...... in front of me?"

I stare at the familiar scenery.

The mountains are spreading out. Trees jump into my eyes. Beyond that, I see a man-made structure made of stone.

"That's a city, isn't it? People live there, don't they?"

"Yes, there are humans living there. They're your people."(/your are one of them)

"But I've never seen them before, have I?"

"Yes, you haven't. We have forbidden from going down the mountain."

"Yeah, there's a lot of danger, isn't there?"

"Yes. There are many dangers for you as a child. There are many temptations. You have many enemies. But I do hope that one day you will travel there."

"There?"

"Yes. There are a lot of people living there. Good people and bad people. But if you meet them, you will grow. They will open up new possibilities for you."

"New possibilities......"

I looked down at the city again. I've always wanted to go there.

"And you will leave one day. It's your destiny."

"Fate..."

"It is your destiny. I had an epiphany when I picked you up as a baby."

"A revelation? But you're God?"

He chuckled at the ungodly word.

"I'm called a god, but I'm not an absolute person. There may be overwhelming transcendents who made the God of this world. I'm just a coordinator."

Reus says with deep emotion, but he doesn't seem to want to expand on the topic.

"Anyway, when I picked you up, a voice came up inside me. Something was whispering to me. This child will save the world. He will be the savior of our world.

"Savior ......"

I mumbled to myself, but of course I couldn't really feel it.

But Reus said, "Don't worry about it. Even if you don't feel it now, you will when the appointed time comes."

Reus is like a prophet.

"Soon a messenger will come to release you into the sea. It will be the day we, parents and children, say goodbye. But it is not a sad day. The departure is also the beginning of a new encounter. And the bond that we, parents and children, have developed cannot be torn apart by the tyranny of distance or the devil of time. No matter how we are separated, no matter how much time has passed, we are the best of parents and children."(ignore the last part of the last sentence. It's just shitty translation)

I nodded my head in agreement as Reus the bulbul said this.

Then they went home together.

Today, Mother Miria was cooking for us.

Incidentally, although she was a goddess, she was the worst cook among the five of us. But even so, she did her best to cook for us, so I liked her cooking the best.

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