Reincarnated User Manual

5 – What Are You Doing? (2)

An all-out childish quarrel began.

“Then let me confirm some things, if that’s okay?”

“Of course, ask anything.”

“….Okay.”

Lucia took a deep breath.

She acknowledged her own fiery temperament.

She firmly resolves not to repeat mistakes, preparing herself.

Her opponent was a 10 year old child, just ignorant. As the adult, she should guide him to the right path.

‘There’s more than just one or two points to address, but first.’

“I can roughly understand randomly swinging the wooden weapons.”

“Yeah.”

“It’s a common mistake for someone unfamiliar with the way. Just so you know, I’m at master level or higher.”

“To a master’s eyes, it looked random huh. I was focused on it too. Disappointing.”

The smile disappeared from Syron’s face, but Lucia had no intention of stopping. She hadn’t calloused her heart to give up here.

The fired arrow couldn’t be taken back.

“First, not just your bizarre actions called training, many strange things. I’m not sure where to start, but first.”

Lucia pointed at the weapons scattered carelessly on the ground.

“I can understand the sword, spear, and mace. Simply swinging lets you ingrain the rhythm and such into your body.”

“Right.”

Syron crossed his arms and nodded. It looked like he was silently listening intently. Seeming satisfied, Lucia lightly cleared her throat and composed herself.

“Now, the main issue. Why on earth are you swinging daggers, shields, and sticks? Your training method is completely wrong.”

“You have a point.”

Indeed, Syron grasped what Lucia thought about his training method.

In a way, it was natural. Outwardly, his training looked neither systematic nor efficient, just simple repetitive actions.

In fact, looking back on what he just did, Syron himself was aware he had acted abnormally. But that was before Syron checked his proficiency.

Syron uncrossed his arms and deeply sighed.

Where to even start explaining this? A headache rose as things grew complicated. Syron kneaded his nape.

‘Lucia has a point. Daggers are often limited in wide open combat. It’s better to properly learn shield techniques too. And sticks are out of the question when I can’t feel mana.’

“So stop that crude training. Picking up bad habits young will surely become regrets.”

“…….”

Syron stared hard at Lucia’s face. Then he went up to her and patted her shoulder.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’ll have to refuse.”

“What?”

Lucia’s voice rose a bit.

“Didn’t you just agree with me a moment ago?”

“I said you had a point, not that I agreed.”

It was a childish quibble.

Lucia looked at Syron with a blank expression. The brat who kept grinning had now wiped the smile from his lips.

She couldn’t bluntly reject his attitude, seriously listening to her words more than she expected.

Just as that frustration built up, a scene flashed through her mind.

“Then let me ask you one more thing.”

Lucia pointed out the part that still bothered her.

“Why on earth are you eating snow? Isn’t it dirty? If you’re thirsty, use the well in the yard.”

For an instant, Syron’s shoulders noticeably jerked.

Lucia didn’t miss it.

“You just flinched.”

“What?”

Syron’s eyes widened. Lucia smiled wryly at that.

“You know your actions are weird too.”

“…….”

Syron couldn’t deny it.

As the series of silly actions filled his head, his face grew hot. Was it because his body was young? His skin was thin.

Moreover, showing an embarrassing side to the girl he’d just clashed with was hard to bear. He felt an uneasy premonition this could become a weakness.

Somehow, countless past events overlapped with the present. For some reason, his lips wouldn’t move well.

Perhaps seeing the frustrated expression of a tongue-tied child, Lucia giggled.

“How about stopping? Everything needs moderation. And your actions were simply strange, not even fortunate. If you really want, I can kindly teach you.”

Syron’s head seemed to ache as he kneaded his temples.

Seeing that, Lucia gained momentum.

“When you’re young is the time to build your foundation before establishing your frame. You can swing a sword after getting more muscle and stamina.”

“Uhhn….”

Syron’s patience was nearing its limit with Lucia’s condescension. Did she know what image she had right now? Swallowing the curses rising to his throat, Syron looked at Lucia.

“Hey.”

Syron said flatly.

“How old are you?”

A question out of context. But Lucia saw no reason not to answer his sudden question.

“….8. So?”

“Isn’t 8 still the time to build your foundation? Who was silently swinging a sword just before?”

“I’m fine.”

Lucia replied confidently. Syron scoffed.

“Hey. Do you know your own words contradict each other?”

Lucia flinched. She seemed to have just realized it herself. Syron seized on that opening and kept attacking.

“Where are you from?”

“….Helrun.”

“Helrun is the warm plains of the southwest empire.”

“…….”

“I was born and raised in the north.”

“What are you getting at?”

Lucia glared at Syron, wrinkling her nose in irritation at his evasiveness.

Syron neatly gathered the wooden weapons. The fruitless quarrel tired him out. Wasting energy like this wasn’t pleasant.

“Maybe you don’t know since you’re from the south, but in the north there’s a method of training by becoming one with nature in the snow.”

Of course it was nonsense. Syron just made that up now. He didn’t want to lie, but couldn’t explain he was trying to raise his cold tolerance, so he fabricated a lie.

“What nonsense are you saying? You just don’t want to admit it, right?”

Lucia scolded Syron as if he was spouting absurdities.

It was frustrating enough to drive her crazy.

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Though from 500 years ago, the memory was clear. Even when she was Cailyn, no such training method existed in the north. She knew well, as she was from the northern nomads herself.

However, separate from that, she couldn’t tell Syron she was a reincarnator.

She knew full well how preposterous it was that she had reincarnated…

‘Could some new training method have developed in the last 500 years?’

She tried to be a bit more open-minded, but

“That’s a lie. If that were true, countless people wouldn’t have frozen to death. If that method really existed, many wouldn’t have died pointless deaths.”

“If you can’t believe it, I’ll show you proof.”

Syron grabbed a snowball and started stuffing it into his clothes.

“What are you doing now?”

“What do you mean what.”

Syron spread his arms and lifted his head as if to show off.

“As you see, I’m not screaming. It doesn’t even feel cold. I just feel like snow touched me, that’s all.”

In fact, though Syron felt the cold, he wasn’t startled in the least.

“You’ve lost your mind from the cold.”

“…Hopeless.”

At the lack of comprehension, Syron let out an empty laugh. Being kind to show her just gets a lunatic label.

Arguing with a kid wasn’t the issue, but his stamina was nearly depleted, let alone mental strength.

‘Should I just say I’m a possessor? If I reveal this is a game world and I know everything that’ll happen…I’d be lucky to not be treated as a madman.’

Lucia heaved a deep sigh. She lost in an argument to a kid. Regret welled up that she should’ve studied a little in her lifetime.

‘I’ll go crazy. Should I just blurt out I’m a reincarnator? No, I have no way to prove I’m one. Telling these memories to a 10 year old, he’d surely take them as fabricated lies.’

Even revealing herself as a reincarnator would be an issue.

Up to now, Syron objected to her every word. She’d be lucky not to get scolded for an adult arguing with a kid.

Both their patience was nearing its end, Lucia and Syron alike.

A brief silence seemed to drift between them. Lucia was the first to speak.

“You’re weaker than me.”

In that moment, Syron’s chest caught flame.