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Infinite Mage Chapter 1: Meet the Magic (1)

Chapter 1: Meet the Magic (1)

Wah!⁠​‍ Wah!

In​⁠​ the early morning,‍‍ Vincent was roused‌‍‍ from his sleep‍‌​ by the sound⁠​ of a babys‍‌⁠ cry echoing through‌‌ the mountain.

Ugh.‍

The⁠ sad sound of‌‌ the infant continued​ to be heard⁠⁠ as he ran⁠ his hands through​​ his disheveled hair.​​

God,‍ what have I done so wrong?​​‌

The​‍ hunters muscles strained‌‍ in the dark​‌ as he kicked‍ the blanket off‌​‌ of the bed.⁠​

Who​⁠‍ on earth is‌⁠ that this early?⁠⁠‍

Vincent​⁠​ looked at his⁠⁠​ sleeping wife, hoping⁠​ she was having⁠‍⁠ a good dream.⁠

If⁠⁠​ she heard that,‍‍​ there would have⁠⁠​ been some measure​ of trouble.

Haah​

The​‌‌ couple, who had⁠​⁠ been married for⁠⁠​ seven years, had‍‍ no children.

They‌‍​ had visited the‌‌ clinic once with‍‍‍ a large sum‍​​ of money, but‍ all they said⁠⁠ was that the‌‍⁠ cause was unknown.​​‍

Theres​⁠‌ a thing called​‌​ compatibility in bed.⁠‍ Its just the‌ way it is.‍ Olina and you‌‍‍ dont seem to​ have a problem,⁠‍ so keep trying.​​‌ Haha!

Vincent‌‌⁠ smiled through it​ at first.

However,​‍ the situation did⁠ not improve over‌‌ time. By the‌‍⁠ time they entered‌‌​ their fifth year‌‌ of marriage, he‍‍ had no choice‍⁠ but to admit‍‌‍ it.

He​‍ couldnt have children.‌

His​ wife, Olina, didnt⁠​⁠ speak of her‌ disappointment. But at‌⁠​ times, she would‌⁠⁠ get a lonely‍ expression on her⁠ face. And at⁠‍ those times, Vincent⁠​ couldn’t help but⁠‌ be resentful towards‍ his lower body.​‌

What‌⁠ kind of rascal⁠ is it? Its‍‌ like hes trying‌​​ to rub salt‍ into the wound!​⁠⁠

Putting​ his complicated feelings​ aside, Vincent left‍⁠ the house with​‌ his single-edged axe.​‌​

Who​​​ is it?! Whos​⁠⁠ the one causing‌‍ all this ruckus,‌ at this time​​ of the night?!​​⁠

His​⁠ shout echoed through⁠‌​ the mountains.

There‌⁠ was no response,‍⁠ and Vincents expression‌ hardened at that⁠‍ silence.

Perhaps‍ its a trap?⁠‍

Most‌​ hunters built their⁠⁠‍ houses in the​ mountains.

This‌ was due to​‌ the fact that​⁠‌ they would have‍ to check the‌‍ traps they set‍‍​ at night early‍⁠⁠ in the morning,‍⁠ and it sometimes‌⁠ became necessary for⁠‌​ them to spend‌‍ days in the⁠ mountains when they‍ were tracking large​⁠‍ animals.

Of⁠‍‌ course, safety was‌‍⁠ his responsibility, and​ there were a lot of bandits⁠‌‍ looking for vulnerable⁠​ prey.

On⁠ the other hand,​ it could have‌​ been a merchant⁠⁠ from another country.⁠‍ However, there was​‌ no torch in​​‍ sight in the⁠‍​ dark of the‍ night.

That‌‌ rotten! Ill cut‌​‍ you to pieces!‌‍⁠

In‌ the worst case‌‍‍ scenario, there would‌​ be no choice‍ but to shed⁠​‍ blood.

He‍‍‍ slowly approached the​ stable the noise​‌‍ was coming from.⁠​ Then he quickly​​‌ flung open the​ door.

The‍ hunters excellent vision​ scanned the interior.​‍‌

Neigh.‌‌

He​ heard the horse‍⁠⁠ whinny.

Because⁠ animals do not⁠⁠ lie, the impulsive​⁠​ Vincents heart relaxed‌ a bit.

Theres‍ nowhere to hide.​​

There⁠‍​ was also no​ sign that anyone⁠⁠ had broken in.‌‍

But,‌⁠‌ how?

Vincent‍⁠ looked at the⁠ bundle laying on⁠⁠ the straw bed.‌

The‌‌ baby, who seemed​‍⁠ to be about‌​​ two months old,‌ was crying with‌⁠⁠ a frown on‌⁠ their face.

Vincent‍⁠ hurriedly hid the‍ axe behind his‌ back.

When‍⁠‌ he went down​⁠⁠ to kneel in​​ front of the⁠​ bundle, he threw‍‌ the metal somewhere⁠⁠ in the corner.‍‌⁠

Wah!‌‌‌ Wah!

There⁠ was a baby,⁠‍​ as pretty as⁠ the moon.

A baby who didnt‌ know anything yet,​​ whod just been⁠ born, and would‍‌ one day spread​‍ his name around⁠⁠‌ the world.

At​​‍ that moment, the⁠ baby saw the‍ adults face and‍⁠ stopped crying, a smile spreading across‌‍‌ his face.

Vincents‍​ lips trembled.

Then,⁠‍ as if he‌ was struck by‌​ lightning, he stood​‍ up and ran‍ out of the​ stables.

Who‍​​ is it?! Whos⁠‌ pulling a prank‌ on me?! Abandoning​‍‍ a child! You​ bastard, come out!​‍

His​⁠​ roar rang throughout‍ the mountain.

Come​‌ out! Really?! How​​‍ can you abandon‌ a child?! Youre​‍ a monster! You​ know that?!

There‍ was still no‍​​ answer.

Youre⁠ really abandoning the‍ baby? Im giving​‌ you no more‌ chances! If you‍⁠​ show up in⁠⁠​ front of me,‌ Ill turn your‍⁠‌ face into a rice cake!

Vincent​ shouted with all⁠ his might.

He​ didnt want to⁠‍‍ have any regrets‌‍‍ when he looked‍ back on this‍ day in the‌‌ distant future.

Haah.‍⁠ Haaah

Vincent,‌⁠‌ after a few‌​‍ moments of staring‍ into the darkness,‌⁠ went back into​‍‌ the stable, breathing​‌ heavily.

The⁠‍​ baby was asleep,‍⁠ perhaps exhausted from⁠ crying.

Holding‍ the baby in​ trembling hands, he⁠ gently pressed his​⁠‌ ear to the‌​ babys little chest.‌‍⁠

Oh‌‍‌

His⁠ heart was beating​⁠‍ much faster than‌ an adults.

Honey,‍​​ whats going on?⁠

His‍‍‍ wife, who had​‌ run outside after‌ hearing him shouting.​‍⁠

Vincent‌ showed her the‍⁠‍ sleeping child in⁠‍⁠ his arms instead‍‍​ of answering.

Whats​‌‍ with the baby?‌⁠

Vincent‌⁠‌ hesitated, as he‍ wasnt sure how⁠‍ to explain the‌‌⁠ situation.

Its⁠‍ Its our child.​

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* * *

It‍‍ was early summer.⁠

The​‍ stream was cold‌ and the wind​ was cool.

With‌‍ a dead water​ deer draped across​‍‍ his wide shoulders,⁠​⁠ Vincent hurried home.⁠‍⁠

Rather⁠​ than catching good⁠ prey, he was‌‍ excited to go‌‍​ back to his‌ family, waiting for‌​ him at home.⁠​

Shirone!‌⁠⁠ Dads home!

Dad!⁠‍

The‌‍ 12-year-old boy came‍‌ running to the‍⁠ front door with⁠​ a big smile.‌⁠‌

Unlike‌‌ Vincent, who was‍‍⁠ as rugged as⁠⁠‍ a rock, the‌‌‌ boys face was⁠‍ reminiscent of a specially processed jewel.​⁠

His‍ hair was as‍ smooth as gold​​ and his blue⁠‍ eyes shone from‍ afar.

Whenever‍⁠ he saw his​​ pretty son, who​⁠​ looked like a doll, Vincent could‍ not hide his⁠⁠ happiness.

As‍ soon as he‌‍⁠ threw the water‍⁠‍ deer on the​‌⁠ floor, he buried​‍⁠ his face into⁠​​ his sons shoulder.‌‌​

Yes,⁠ my precious son.​ How have you​‌ been? Have you⁠‌ been good?

Yes!‌ I helped Mom​ cook and also‍​ read a lot‍⁠ of books.

Cooking‍ and reading.

Vincent,​ who felt the​ incongruity between the⁠​ two words, was‍⁠​ slightly perplexed but⁠​ didnt show it‍ on his face.⁠⁠

Haha!‍‍ Do you like‌​​ books that much?‍

No,‌​ its theres just‍​ nothing to do.‍‍

Vincent​ felt sorry for​​‍ his son whenever‌​ he saw him⁠⁠​ flinch, as if​ he had done​‍⁠ something wrong.

In‍‌⁠ fact, he knew⁠​⁠ it.

He⁠ knew that this‌‍ miraculous child from‍ heaven was smarter⁠‍⁠ than his peers.‌‌⁠

He‌ read books with‌‌​ the letters he​​‍ learned from his​ mom, and now​ he had reached‌‍‍ the point of‍ reading difficult books‍ alone.

And⁠ that was a little pitiful.

It‍⁠ wasnt easy to‍​‍ raise enough money‌‌ for hunters to‌ educate their children.‌⁠

The​‌ only thing Vincent‌‍ could teach him​ was his lifelong‍​ hunting skills.

The‍​ most stable life​​‍ for the son‍ of a herbalist‍ is to be​ a herbalist, and​‍ for the son‍‍ of a hunter‌ to be a hunter.

Because⁠ even the most‍⁠ trivial job required‍‌​ knowledge and tricks​‌‍ that couldnt simply‌⁠‍ be spoken of.‍

But​​ Vincent couldnt bring⁠ himself to say‌‍ that.

No.⁠ Good job, Shirone.​ No matter what‍‌ you do, you⁠‌‍ have to learn⁠ to succeed. Ill⁠‌​ buy you a book when I go into the‌​​ city next time.⁠

Its‍⁠‌ okay. Ive read​‌​ the books youve⁠‍ bought me, but‌‍ theres nothing special‍​⁠ or interesting about‌‌ them.

Vincent‍‌ laughed at his‌‍⁠ sons boast.

Popular‍ books were expensive,‍‍‌ so he couldnt‍​‌ even think about‍‍‍ buying one of‍ those. So he‍​​ would go around⁠‍ the antique shops‌ and buy books​ that were used⁠​‌ and thrown away‌​ by the nobles,​‌ which were a bit cheaper.

He‍‌⁠ did guess that‌‌ the content was​ not enough for‌‍​ a child to‌‍⁠ digest, anyway.

What‌‍ a considerate boy.⁠​

Vincent⁠ was moved to‌‍‍ tears by Shirones‍⁠⁠ thoughtfulness, who was‌ considerate of his​‍ parents situation.

Right!‍​ Anyways, what do⁠​‍ you think? Do‍⁠⁠ you want to​‌ go cut some​ trees with me?‍ Its important to‌ learn, but you​ also have to⁠ have the physique​‌​ and stamina. Today,‌​ dad will teach​ you how to‌‍‍ chop some wood.‌​​

Wow!‌‌‍ Then, are you​ going to be​‍⁠ giving me an⁠ axe?

Of⁠​ course! Just you‌ and me, why‍‍‌ dont we go‌‍ cut down all⁠ the trees!

Vincent​⁠‌ presented Shirone with‌ an axe, as​ if he had‌‍ been waiting for‍⁠ this moment.

After‌ all I guess​⁠ he’ll become a mountaineer.

In⁠​ any case, it⁠‌ was important to​‌ build some muscles‌ in his tiny​ body from now⁠⁠ on.

But⁠ is it really?⁠‌‍

He⁠‌ had a sudden‍‍⁠ doubt.

Shirone​‌ looks like a child from a wealthy family, with‌ his soft face‌⁠ and hair. Maybe‍‌ he was the​‍⁠ child of a noble family?

Vincent‌‍ shook his head.⁠ Whenever he had⁠‍‌ such suspicions, he​ felt overwhelmed. He‌​ felt like he​‌​ had received a precious gift, but‌‍ on the other‌⁠ hand, he suffered⁠ from guilt.

Its​ a useless thought.‍ Shirone is my‍​​ child. Not a child brought in‍‍​ from the stables,‍⁠‍ but a child‌⁠ who has my‌‍ blood flowing through‌ him.

With‌‍‌ a firm heart,⁠ Vincent headed for⁠‌ the logging area,⁠ a kilometer away​​ from the cabin.​​‍

Ill‌ give you a demonstration, so watch⁠ carefully and follow⁠ along.

Vincent​ spat on his‌​ palm and began‍ to chop the‌ tree with ease.‌‌

Not⁠ long after, with⁠‌ the sound of‌‍ splitting wood the​ tree crashed down‌⁠ with a snap.​

Although‍​ it wasnt particularly‍⁠ important, a lumberjacks⁠‌​ ability was measured⁠ according to the‍‍‍ number of swings‍ it took to⁠ cut down a tree.

Because‌‍‍ he was not‌​ a lumberjack, Vincent​ had to swing​‍ 10 times, but⁠​ that alone took‌ great skill.

After⁠⁠ hitting the same‍‌ area several times,⁠‌​ the tree will‌⁠ start to tilt‍‌⁠ and fall down,‌​ as it cant‍⁠⁠ hold its own⁠ weight. Can you‌‍ do it?

Yes,‍​​ Ill try.

As​ Vincent picked out⁠ a tree for​ Shirone, he started⁠‍‍ to copy what​​​ his dad did‌‍​ by spitting on​‍ his hand.

Even​ though he only​‍‍ saw it once,⁠‍‌ his positioning, posture,‌‌ and even the‌ way he rubbed⁠ his palms was⁠​​ a spitting image​‍‌ of his dad.‍

Just⁠​​ as expected of‍‍‍ Shirone, who was⁠‍ especially intelligent. Vincent​‌ watched his son‍​​ in satisfaction.

But‍‌​ as Shirone raised​‌⁠ his axe high,⁠‌ it was a bit sloppy.

Its‌ not something you⁠‌‌ can do with​ intelligence alone.

While⁠‌ the weight of‍ the axe was‍‍‌ considerable, muscle strength‍ was essential when‌‍⁠ cutting down a tree.

He​⁠ needs to start​ training himself, so‌​​ that he can‌​ get married and​‌ have children later‌⁠ in life.

No‍ woman would want‍ to marry a guy who couldnt‍⁠ make money.

Eek!‌ Eck!

Shirone‌‌ clenched his teeth⁠‌‌ and swung, but‍‌‍ every time he⁠ missed and hit⁠ somewhere different.

Vincent⁠‌​ gave some tips.‍⁠

Don’t‍​‌ use up all‍​‌ your strength. Instead,‌ try to decrease​‌ your power and‌⁠⁠ replace it with‌‌‌ accuracy.

However,‌⁠ no matter how‍‍‍ much he continued⁠‌‌ to aim and‍‍ hit, there was⁠‍ no sign of​⁠ the tree being‌⁠ cut down.

Is‌‌‍ my son really⁠ this weak?

Vincent⁠ was a little⁠ sullen.

Phew,​ its hard.

Its‌⁠‌ okay. No, Im​‌ sorry. To be‍ honest, I know​ you are not⁠​⁠ fit to be‌​⁠ doing a job​‍⁠ like this. However,​‍‍ being a hunters​⁠‌ son, there is‍ no choice

Vincent⁠‌‍ was choked up.‍

Youre​ a really smart⁠‍ boy. More than‍‌ the herbalists son,‍⁠‍ Barone, or the‍⁠‌ fruit sellers daughter,‍⁠ Stella. You are​ smarter than them​‌⁠ all. Dont get‌⁠‍ rattled just because⁠ you lack physical‌ strength. My greed‌​ for you

Tears‍⁠⁠ began to gather​‍​ in Vincents eyes.​‍

However,‍⁠ Shirone, who was⁠ busy with other‌​‍ thoughts, spoke without‍​‍ care.

More‌ importantly, Dad, how⁠​‍ can I cut‌ down trees well?‌

Vincent​⁠​ was slightly embarrassed.⁠‍‍

He​ was also surprised.⁠‍​ His son, who‍ he had assumed‌⁠ would have no‌‌ interest, was intent​⁠​ on cutting down‍⁠⁠ trees well.

You‍ really want to​ try and learn?‍‌

Yes,‌ teach me. Its⁠‍​ fun.

Vincent,‌‌‍ who was encouraged​‍ by his sons‍ words, led Shirone‌ to the dent​​‍ of the tree⁠ he made.

Alright,​‌ look at this.‌⁠‍ Strength will work‌‍ when you become‌ an adult, but‌‌​ this doesnt really‌​ require much power.⁠ Its the tricks⁠​ that count. I told you to‍⁠‍ hit the same‌​‍ spot earlier, but‍⁠ if you tilt‌​ the angle a little bit and‌⁠‍ hit around the⁠ spot you aimed⁠‍ before, you will​⁠ be able to‌ cut down the‍​ tree easier.

Oh,‌⁠ I see.

Vincent‍​ finally looked at‍‌‌ the dent his‌ son had made,‌‍⁠ away from the‍ spot he was​⁠⁠ supposed to hit.⁠‍​

This​⁠‌ is

It‌‌‌ was quite surprising.‍‍

It​ was hard to‍‍ look at it​‌​ and think that​ it was done‌​ by a beginner,‌ as the blade⁠‍ had been driven​‌​ into the same‌ exact spot, over‍‌​ and over.

If‌‍⁠ this continued, it‍‍ would have been​ more difficult to​ knock down the‍ tree without brute‍​‌ strength being used.‌‌‌ The trick to​ easily cut down‌‌ a tree was⁠ to hit around⁠ the target spot,​⁠ instead of aiming‌‍​ at the same​‍ place repeatedly. Because​ of Shirones frightening​‍​ accuracy, it would⁠‍​ have been impossible‌ for his current⁠​⁠ self to cut⁠ it down.

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