Chapter 14: 13 "I made up my mind" ②
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"--what?"
Manion, who had been easily caught by the blow of the wooden sword, looked at Sam with a crestfallen look on his face.
Sam ignored his brother's gaze and let out an exasperated voice.
"You know, now that you're going to be the heir to this family, you should at least think about what would happen if you wield a wooden sword inside the house..."
"--Shut up! Get off me, get off me, what are you doing, d*mn it!
Heedless of Sam's warning, Manion tried to retrieve his wooden sword, but it would not budge a muscle.
（Is this the genius of the sword?)
I began to doubt my brother's ability.
Sam had easily parried Mannion's blow without using any physical enhancement magic.
Moreover, his brother is now struggling to get the sword from Sam.
(This without strengthening his body? Or are you saying he's amazing for a nine year old? I don't understand.)
He has confirmed that he has no talent with the sword, but he has never confirmed that Manion is a genius with the sword.
If he had a wooden sword and was experienced in swordsmanship, he could probably beat his older brother unconscious, but that does not make him a genius.
But in fact, Manion's sword made him puzzled.
The speed of the sword is too slow.
I could follow it with my eyes, so I grabbed it with my hand.
The hand of a ten year old, which had not been reinforced in any way against the wooden sword, did not break, but only hurt slightly.
Even now, he is winning a simple contest of strength against Manion, who is trying to get the wooden sword back.
（It's not that I want to be the head of this family, but being compared to this Manion is incompetent. (I don't want to be the head of this family, but being compared to Mannion is like being compared to an incompetent...)
In the end, we don't know if Manion is a genius or not, but at least he is better than Sam, who can't even swing a sword properly.
（Well, okay...)
To Sam, it makes no difference whether Manion is a genius with a sword or not.
It made no difference to Sam whether Manion was a genius with a sword or not.
"Get the hell off me!"
"Yes, sir."
Manion yelled at him numbly, and when he let go of his hand as Manion demanded, he fell on his buttocks with too much force.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Sam reached out his hand,
"Don't touch me!"
He brushes my hand away.
Mannion glared at Sam as if he were about to shoot him dead.
（Oh, man, he's emotional. (You may be extreme, but you're still a kid, aren't you?)
"You know, if you had cried a little, I would have at least given you a warm welcome, but I've made up my mind! You get the hell out of this mansion!"
"What?"
"Father thinks I'd leave a useless piece of shit like you in this house, but I'm not that naive! You useless, incompetent people, get out of my house, get out of my house!"
Sam was greatly shocked by his brother's words.
(-- Come to think of it, why did I decide to stay in this house until I came of age? On second thought, Manion is right, why don't we just get the hell out of here?)
I was not shocked that my brother told me to leave home.
I was shocked why I didn't leave this house as soon as my brother told me to.
"Yeah. Okay."
"-- hey."
"I'll leave tomorrow. Well, I have to get ready!"
"Heh? Heh?"
Leaving his brother stunned, Sam runs back to his room, his heart dancing in his chest.
He opened the wardrobe and took out a bag containing the bare minimum of personal belongings that he had been preparing for some time,
"Okay! I'm getting out of this house!"
He trembled with determination.
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"--what?"
Manion, who had been easily caught by the blow of the wooden sword, looked at Sam with a crestfallen look on his face.
Sam ignored his brother's gaze and let out an exasperated voice.
"You know, now that you're going to be the heir to this family, you should at least think about what would happen if you wield a wooden sword inside the house..."
"--Shut up! Get off me, get off me, what are you doing, d*mn it!
Heedless of Sam's warning, Manion tried to retrieve his wooden sword, but it would not budge a muscle.
（Is this the genius of the sword?)
I began to doubt my brother's ability.
Sam had easily parried Mannion's blow without using any physical enhancement magic.
Moreover, his brother is now struggling to get the sword from Sam.
(This without strengthening his body? Or are you saying he's amazing for a nine year old? I don't understand.)
He has confirmed that he has no talent with the sword, but he has never confirmed that Manion is a genius with the sword.
If he had a wooden sword and was experienced in swordsmanship, he could probably beat his older brother unconscious, but that does not make him a genius.
But in fact, Manion's sword made him puzzled.
The speed of the sword is too slow.
I could follow it with my eyes, so I grabbed it with my hand.
The hand of a ten year old, which had not been reinforced in any way against the wooden sword, did not break, but only hurt slightly.
Even now, he is winning a simple contest of strength against Manion, who is trying to get the wooden sword back.
（It's not that I want to be the head of this family, but being compared to this Manion is incompetent. (I don't want to be the head of this family, but being compared to Mannion is like being compared to an incompetent...)
In the end, we don't know if Manion is a genius or not, but at least he is better than Sam, who can't even swing a sword properly.
（Well, okay...)
To Sam, it makes no difference whether Manion is a genius with a sword or not.
It made no difference to Sam whether Manion was a genius with a sword or not.
"Get the hell off me!"
"Yes, sir."
Manion yelled at him numbly, and when he let go of his hand as Manion demanded, he fell on his buttocks with too much force.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Sam reached out his hand,
"Don't touch me!"
He brushes my hand away.
Mannion glared at Sam as if he were about to shoot him dead.
（Oh, man, he's emotional. (You may be extreme, but you're still a kid, aren't you?)
"You know, if you had cried a little, I would have at least given you a warm welcome, but I've made up my mind! You get the hell out of this mansion!"
"What?"
"Father thinks I'd leave a useless piece of shit like you in this house, but I'm not that naive! You useless, incompetent people, get out of my house, get out of my house!"
Sam was greatly shocked by his brother's words.
(-- Come to think of it, why did I decide to stay in this house until I came of age? On second thought, Manion is right, why don't we just get the hell out of here?)
I was not shocked that my brother told me to leave home.
I was shocked why I didn't leave this house as soon as my brother told me to.
"Yeah. Okay."
"-- hey."
"I'll leave tomorrow. Well, I have to get ready!"
"Heh? Heh?"
Leaving his brother stunned, Sam runs back to his room, his heart dancing in his chest.
He opened the wardrobe and took out a bag containing the bare minimum of personal belongings that he had been preparing for some time,
"Okay! I'm getting out of this house!"
He trembled with determination.
"--what?"Manion, who had been easily caught by the blow of the wooden sword, looked at Sam with a crestfallen look on his face.Sam ignored his brother's gaze and let out an exasperated voice."You know, now that you're going to be the heir to this family, you should at least think about what would happen if you wield a wooden sword inside the house...""--Shut up!Get off me, get off me, what are you doing, d*mn it!Heedless of Sam's warning, Manion tried to retrieve his wooden sword, but it would not budge a muscle.Is this the genius of the sword?I began to doubt my brother's ability.Sam had easily parried Mannion's blow without using any physical enhancement magic.Moreover, his brother is now struggling to get the sword from Sam.This without strengthening his body?Or are you saying he's amazing for a nine year old?I don't understand.He has confirmed that he has no talent with the sword, but he has never confirmed that Manion is a genius with the sword.If he had a wooden sword and was experienced in swordsmanship, he could probably beat his older brother unconscious, but that does not make him a genius.But in fact, Manion's sword made him puzzled.The speed of the sword is too slow.I could follow it with my eyes, so I grabbed it with my hand.The hand of a ten year old, which had not been reinforced in any way against the wooden sword, did not break, but only hurt slightly.Even now, he is winning a simple contest of strength against Manion, who is trying to get the wooden sword back.It's not that I want to be the head of this family, but being compared to this Manion is incompetent. I don't want to be the head of this family, but being compared to Mannion is like being compared to an incompetent...In the end, we don't know if Manion is a genius or not, but at least he is better than Sam, who can't even swing a sword properly.Well, okay...To Sam, it makes no difference whether Manion is a genius with a sword or not.It made no difference to Sam whether Manion was a genius with a sword or not."Get the hell off me!""Yes, sir."Manion yelled at him numbly, and when he let go of his hand as Manion demanded, he fell on his buttocks with too much force."Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."Sam reached out his hand,"Don't touch me!"He brushes my hand away.Mannion glared at Sam as if he were about to shoot him dead.Oh, man, he's emotional. You may be extreme, but you're still a kid, aren't you?"You know, if you had cried a little, I would have at least given you a warm welcome, but I've made up my mind!You get the hell out of this mansion!""What?""Father thinks I'd leave a useless piece of shit like you in this house, but I'm not that naive!You useless, incompetent people, get out of my house, get out of my house!"Sam was greatly shocked by his brother's words.-- Come to think of it, why did I decide to stay in this house until I came of age?On second thought, Manion is right, why don't we just get the hell out of here?I was not shocked that my brother told me to leave home.I was shocked why I didn't leave this house as soon as my brother told me to."Yeah. Okay.""-- hey.""I'll leave tomorrow. Well, I have to get ready!""Heh?Heh?"Leaving his brother stunned, Sam runs back to his room, his heart dancing in his chest.He opened the wardrobe and took out a bag containing the bare minimum of personal belongings that he had been preparing for some time,"Okay!I'm getting out of this house!"He trembled with determination.
