Reborn as the Hero's Daughter! Time to Become the Hero Once More!

Two years have passed since the baptismal liturgy to examine the gift.

In the meantime, Michelle, under Lyell's shelter, was putting out her energy training.

Relatively peaceful days passed because no nobleman tried to hold a useful gift until he shielded himself against the hero of salvation.

I got a friend who said she too, so I was able to improve my training.

That's two years. Finally, five years old.

Finally, it was time for me to learn the sword from Lyell.

Me and Michelle, and a few kids from the village, stand with a mock sword in the courtyard of the mansion.

"Okay. First of all, it's important to keep putting up the sword. The role of a warrior is not to defeat the enemy, it is to keep holding the enemy down."

Listening to Lyell's interpretation, the children lay their swords.

I tried to lift my sword to follow it.

"Phew Phew Phew Phew...!

What I have in my hand is a two-handed sword just like I hoped. Except it's a little something for kids.

The length of the sword body is about the general one-handed sword. But the pattern was made longer and imitated a two-handed sword.

The weight is also commensurate with that, lighter than the actual sword... but it should be.

"Was it a little heavy on Nicole?

"No, I don't - I do!

Despite all that physical strength, my muscle strength had barely increased.

Endurance is so much stretched that it's not at all futile... but I guess this body looks more like Maria than Lyell.

Still, I don't sound weak.

I'm not going to divulge a cry in front of a former rival.

He suppresses with all his bullish and trembling arms and slowly lifts his sword.

"How about that!

"Ooh, wow, wow. Nicole has guts."

"Hmm."

He wants to win with his chest up, but if he gets distracted, he's going to stick forward.

By the way, a sword the same size, Michelle was lifting lightly.

"Well, first of all, it's a basic gesture. Let's not think about anything extra, let's just shake it straight up and keep shaking it down."

This is the basis for the bare gesture of swinging down.

Instead of swinging with the awareness of slashing where, just swing it big, and swing it down big.

In this process, you build muscle strength to wield the sword.

For the first time, the children begin to wave the sword in their hands - a simulated sword, though - with delight.

Seeing that, I also shook up a simulated sword... flipped it straight behind my back.

"Whoops!?

Hit him hard in the back of the head with a flipped clap and roll around with his head in his arms.

When I saw it, the kids around me pointed and laughed. Watch it now, you fucking kids.

"Nicole, are you okay?

"Ugh, yeah. Daijibu"

You interrupt your bareback, and you come running over, Michelle. You're a good boy. That's my friend number one in this world.

Stand up to claim safety for now and take the stand again with the sword.

You were relieved to see that, and Michelle went back to her workout.

"Nicole, you can't do this, can you? I'm not a tough guy."

"Yes, I'm fine!

I grew up with very low health, either as an infant or under the influence of anorexia.

That seems to be coming here and sounding like a workout.

But I'm not going to be frustrated here any more than I have a goal of going for the brave. It's too early.

With all that determination, my muscle strength still doesn't follow.

I can handle it until I lift it, but if I take the sword behind my head, they'll pull it straight back.

If it stays that way, it will flip, so this time hang the weight as far in front as you want.

Then the sword I carried was pressed against my back and crushed as it was.

"Ugh."

"Nicole is better off with this light sword after all."

I'm dressed like a frog drawn to a carriage, and Lyell says mercifully to me.

Yamelo, I just don't want you to feel sorry for me.

"This is fine..."

"No, but it is."

"This is fine!

That's how I shouted and stood up.

Then he wields his sword and waves it down with his full strength.

Then his arm became as light as the air.

"Uh-huh!?

At the same time I hear a rare scream. When I saw it, a simulated sword stood on the ground behind Lyell.

No, the sword flew through his face and pierced the ground behind it.

And out of my hand, the sword was gone.

"Nicole. Turn it into a light sword after all."

"But"

"Do. Like?"

"... Yes"

Soon Lyell gave me a serious look, and I reluctantly switched to a short sword-sized mock sword.