ch2

I grew into a toddler as my mom raised me on her own.

My father, who is a hunter, died even before my mom got to know that she was pregnant with me.

worried about how she'll raise me alone as she grieves about my dead father.

Though anxious, she looked for a job for both of us tirelessly.

until she went into a blacksmith shop and an old man took pity on her, saying he knew my father due to some dealings with him.

He said he'd accept my mom as a helper in his shop, where he sells the weapons he makes.

I call him "Grandpa Beard" in my mind because he has that beard that looks like those of dwarves in the Manhwas that I read.

I don't know what his name is, but Mom calls him Mister Brokk.

As I grew up, I decided to strengthen my body.

I promised myself back then that I wouldn't let my body go weak if I ever had the chance to redo my life.

I swore that I'd learn how to fight properly, at least to protect myself from any possible harm.

even more now that this world I'm in is a fantasy world.

Other races and monsters exist in this place, as well as swords and magic.

To be honest, it's pretty cliche...

I read a lot of this genre when I was young until I got tired of it.

I just love watching magic work its wonders while wishing that my world could become a fantasy too.

quite dumb of me, though back then I knew it wouldn't happen because I knew how hard reality slapped me.

That's why, now that I am this young, I want to learn everything I can.

.

.

.

Our house is near the forest due to my father's profession.

We've got quite a vast land here due to people's fear of monsters.

Even though this place is on the outskirts of the capital, we still live peacefully.

.

Legends say that thousands of years ago, there were wars against monsters and demons everywhere.

There's no place for people to live due to it falling into ruins.

Thus, an archmage decided to create a safe haven and made a huge barrier that envelopes the capital, even outside of it.

They said that is the reason we can live in peace right now.

.

Every morning I punched and kicked a bag of dirt in the yard and run around our house to increase my stamina. With the small body of a 5-year-old, I can barely do anything.

My mom looked at me and laughed, saying, "You look like you're getting ready for a fight, huh?"

I feel a bit embarrassed due to my mom's teasing.

I didn't, mom. I just want to be healthy so I won't get sick.

as I continued to run until I ran out of breath.

then my mom left for work.