Chapter nine

Was it gay to exist?

Now, if someone would look into the head of one Gray Grayrat, one would wonder what happened to lead to this... Thought process.

The answer was simple... He was bored.

There was only so much he could do in a village, eventually, it got boring.

"I mean, you live in a world with so many dicks."

He mumbled as he went through the stances of intermediate level of Water god style.

The technique: "Flow", was essential to reach the saint rank. In fact, its progress was the only thing that could determine rank until the saint. Paul only reached an advanced rank before he bailed.

All water god practitioners were also trained to observe their opponent's body language and tip off their opponents to attack first.

Basically, talk shit until they get mad enough to attack first.

"... Is it gay to kiss a girl?"

He was asking important questions now, things were getting intense.

"your basically kissing someone who likes dicks."

Hmm... He doubted that anyone has ever thought about it like that before.

Shaking his head from the stupid thoughts, he would ask those questions to someone else.

Sheathing his sword, he looked over to his father who was swinging his sword wieldy... Actually, he could see a few sword-god styles moves in there and everything else would probably be north god, something he hadn't trained in yet.

His progress was going steadily, with high-intermediate rank in sword god style and low-intermediate rank in water god, seriously, the fact that the book provided better instructions than paul spoke volumes about his teaching ability.

None existent.

He didn't have time to react, he didn't have time to even turn around when mana gathered in one of the rooms of the house and an explosion sounded, a part of the house exploding as a ball of water flew out, going more than halfway across the wheat field before finally, the water ran out.

Paul rushed inside the house, leaving Gray outside still staring at the giant hole left in the house.

"God damn it, Rudy, I don't think I can cover you this time."

Sighing, he walked inside the house and then up the stairs, reaching the room that got its side blown out.

Paul and Zenith were arguing about what the kid should learn and Lilia was already cleaning up.

Honestly, she was very helpful.

Walking closer to his brother, who was looking at their parents with confusion, he placed a hand on his head, getting his attention.

He could see that he was tense and still wary but at least he didn't run away.

"Even I can't cover that mess up bro, this isn't buckets of water anymore."

His eyes widened and Gray looked at their parents before finally speaking up.

"Why not let Rudeus study magic in the morning and train his body in the afternoon? Since I'm already practicing, I can protect him but having knowledge of what to expect won't hurt."

His father turned to him with a serious expression, his mother stopped for a second, allowing the older man to think about the offer.

Finally, he sighed.

"Fine, but you will not slack off."

He looked sternly at Rudeus, who nodded meekly, only to be hugged by Zenith who was cooing at the cuteness of her baby boy.

Sighing, he was ready for double the training, to "Not fall behind", because Rudeus seemed to have a lot of magic potential.

He didn't really mind since, you know, swords could hurt people in this world. He knew, shocking.

"Gray, double training. And you will learn how to ride a horse."

Yup.

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It was been a month since the... Uh, accident. And Rudis teacher arrived.

She was a loli.

Well, no, she wasn't young, she was older than his father, not that she told that to anyone, he could feel the "Age" of her Mana... He didn't know how it worked, he could compare two Mana signatures and determine who was older... He couldn't do that before that incident.

He shivered.

Yeah, that wasn't pleasant.

His spells didn't drain him as much as they usually did.

After using a spell and charging as much Mana as he could into it, he noticed the surrounding source of Mana aiding him to fuel it and replenish the minuscule amount of Mana he wasted.

... Infinite Mana reserves, yey?

The fact that he wasn't sure on how to feel was worse than knowing nothing at all.

His Touki was getting stronger too and it really scared him, power was fine but not knowing what actually changed with him could lead to something bad.

Well... Just bare with it.

The teacher's name was Roxy, she had blue hair tied in pigtails, and a white staff with a magic stone on the top, funny thing was that the staff was taller than her.

Rudeus was half her height and he was a foot or two shorter than her.

"Faster!"

Using his Touki, he dashed backward, gaining the distance necessary for him to get enough time to take a breath before his father was on him once more.

Metal clashed on metal, Paul using his superior height and strength to get leverage on him.

Narrowing his eyes, he slackened his grip on his own sword and bent back, letting Pauls's sword pass over him.

Twisting to the side, he kicked off the ground, going into a spin and landing a kick on the side of his face that lost his smugness.

"Ha!"

He regretted that, he regretted that immediately when paul turned to him with a smile.

"Good job, you know what this means-"

No, no, no, noooooooo!

"More training!"

Did his own father hate him? What did he do? To deserve this?!