Adam Cranel: The Beginning 1

I awoke to the shining morning sun. I groggily stood up and ruffled my disheveled grey hair. My name is Adam Cranel, a young 6-year-old boy with short grey hair, radioactive eyes, and an above-average appearance in my opinion.

I looked around the room and I focused my vision on a bed opposite mine. I crept ever so slowly and jumped on the big lump covered in a blanket.

"AGHHHHHH. STOP IT BIG BROTHER"

"YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE BELL. I AM THE GIANT LEVIATHAN AND I SHALL EAT YOU NOW"

"GET AWAY FROM ME"

"HAHAHA"

I proceeded to chase after my younger brother(Bell age:3 years ), Bell Cranel, 'Rabbit Boy' as I liked to call him because of his white hair and red eyes. We left our house and ran around in the open field. Around 2 minutes later I have decided to stop my fake running and pounced on my younger brother and grabbed him in a light chokehold. He screamed as I laughed like a classical villain. We stopped our playtime when we heard the old pervert's voice.

"Boys, come on it is time to eat"

We hurried back home with increased fervor. I permitted Bell to enter first and enjoy his prepared meal. I got myself a bowl and proceeded to pour myself a portion. I overheard my grandpa's perverted words.

"Bell, peeking is the man's romance. ROMANCE"

"Don't corrupt my brother"

I said after hitting that fellow with my 'special wooden sword'. Our grampa cried out in fake pain as I sat on my seat and ate my meal. We continued eating our meals while chatting about random stuff. I swore I hit our gramps 4 times already because he wanted to indoctrinate my brother in his perverted ways.

After my meal, we split up. I went to my little training grounds with my 'special wooden sword' while Gramps told Bell the usual hero story.

I received a certain secret gift 3 months ago. It was a strange system that presented my young body's stats which were not a lot and some special perks. Here they are...

[Stats]

[Personal Weapon: Sword]

[Skills]

[Training Land]

It may not be much but I could tell the great impact of each of these abilities.

[Stats]

Level-1

Strength- H 165

Endurance- H 145

Dexterity- G 201

Agility- H 183

Magic- H 105

(His stats will constantly change but he needs a god's help to level up)

[Personal Weapon: Sword]

Current Level: Wooden

Upgrade Conditions- Apprentice Sword Master Lv. 1

[Skills]

Basic Sword Wielder Lv.10(H)

For some people, this is not a difficult task to reach this point but for my initial frail and young body, it was hard to start. I am happy that I finally reached this milestone. I stood and activated [Training Land]. Instantly multiple(3) phantoms of human-like appearance appeared and charged at me with increasing fervor. They used primarily sword moves that had simple yet effective strokes.

I dodged and weaved through the trio that charged me and I eyes for any openings in the trio attacks. Upon looking closer, I slid down from an attack and pierced the heart of my attacker with a well-placed piercing to the heart. I kicked the fellow who tried to finish me with a downward slash. I balanced myself properly as I ran at the duo.

The duo started cooperating, leaving me less and less possible openings. I spotted a fissure in their teamwork and I weaved behind them with a quick sidestep. I cut their throats quickly and breathed a sigh of relief as I heard the oh-so-great sound from the system.

[You have advanced to 'Apprentice Sword Wielder'(G). You have gained the possibility to customize your sword and choose your sword style]

I looked at my options and shook my head as my wooden sword spirited into small dots that connected with my body. I walked inside to see my grandpa attempting to indoctrinate Bell in his weird fantasies.

"Bell, peeking at woman..."

"Grandpa stop it or I will hit on the head with a frying pan"

"You wouldn't da-"

I took a frying pan from the counter and I hit the guy with maximum force earning myself a high pitched scream of pain. I started cleaning the dishes with increasing speed. Afterward, I took a book from our small library regarding sword types and techniques. I searched and I found out that a saber with a taito could be the best option for me. Thankfully I could choose both of them since it seems I had a certain amount of materials I could use. I barely made it but I was excited about my blades but I need to make a difficult decision now. My technique. Every skill had the same goal: becoming the sovereign in a fight. I looked at them and saw something very interesting.

[Majestic Cutting Style]

Cut at an unknown speed. Rend everything with unprecedented grace. Your Blade shall not be seen by normal eyes. Become a Lord.

I smiled as I accepted the technique. In an instant, the image of a distant figure wielding the same saber appeared. A monster charged at the figure. Before my eyes, I saw the figure walk away as the monster got decapitated.

'This is not at the level of an apprentice perhaps slightly higher but...that was badass'

I looked at the sun and upon seeing that I still had 4 more hours I continued my training. The new training method was harsh. I had to cut arrows that were flying towards me and the projectiles...were FAST. But I didn't stop myself as I proceeded to speed up as my stats grew faster and faster with me. My eyes focused on an arrow flying towards and my saber started moving at unprecedented speed and I cut the projectile in four but my blade was unsheathed.

'I need to be faster! FASTER!'

I continued cutting the projectiles and sheathing my saber to unsheath it again. The projectiles kept getting faster and faster as I concentrated my body on the simple movement. At the last minute, a small rock appeared in front of me. I focused and my blade cut the small rock smaller. My saber sheathed itself without a word of command.

I turned around and walked home.