(POV MC)
"This is such a huge freaking scam. It's been one week since my mom taught me about our family's mystical origin. It's already been that long, and she isn't even training me seriously in magic!" I replied to the Alien X by my pillow.
Alien X: ~~~~
"Ya man, like you're the only one who gets me sometimes dude... The only spell I know is something to help me see magic and read faster. It's nice, but where are my fireball spells, my flight spells, or some cool wind blades?
How the hell am I going to become a god of magic at this rate if she's only teaching beginner spells like a chump?" I voiced feelings as I kept venting my thoughts to one of my true only friends.
Alien X: ~~~~~~
"No dude stop saying I should use an axe like Dad, ok. I wanna use my sword with some fire to be a kick-ass magic swordsman, Who slays dragons and saves princesses from evil dragons.
Who knows, I might become a magic knight, and then I can have endless glory, honor, and wealth. Hmm, would I become a dragon then?" I said
Alien X: ~~~~~~~~~~~
"YOUR WRONG.... Dragons hoard wealth ok? People are fearful of their moods due to their great power. Being a strong magical swordsman isn't the same thing, Alien X... You keep saying power is power, but nooo...
The people I save wouldn't be fearful of my mood right, I'm the hero, the good guy. The one who saves the day and helps old ladies cross the street." I yelled back at my buddy.
Alien X: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Having endless glory is something innate that most dragons I read about have. These dragons are often prideful, and the way they pride themselves in life could be a path of honor they follow alone. Oh no..." I voiced my horror back as Alien X was proven to be right.
Alien X: ~~~
'I kept pondering the meaning of my dream and dragons before I heard my dad call me from downstairs... I was complaining about Mom, Dad isn't even a better option.' I thought as my expression was that of utter shock.
'Dad is no better with him teaching me these so-called basics, with these foundation-something skills. Where are the fancy or strong martial arts techniques like those in the movies or books? When is mom going to teach me flying magic or some kind of cool skill?' I thought, completely forgetting about the pink bubble in the sky incident.
. . .
(POV Narrator)
Lucas kept complaining, but going into magic without common sense never ended well. It's been documented in the past that newbie spell casters often broke ancient magic laws by accident. They often got corrupted by the easy, powerful magic they sought.
Other cases would be even worse as the newbies without a teacher to guide them. Almost all of them crippled themselves or outright died from some magical accident.
Learning to fight monsters without knowledge of them is almost always fatal. The casualty rate for newborn hunters without any common sense is as high as 70 - 80%. In the United States, it sits around 55% as the hunter community within the country is interconnected. Mostly due to the internet nowadays as 40 years ago it was 75%.
Newborn hunters die less nowadays as the internet exists, and online hunter forums are widespread online on the deep web. Sadly, Lucas hasn't discovered these resources as his parents were essentially cavemen around anything online. So Lucas was stuck learning the old-fashioned way with its slow process. Luckily for him, the old-fashioned way almost always made elites.
. . .
(POV MC)
3 hours later . . .
"Son, the sun isn't getting any brighter boy, give me a hundred push-ups in five minutes, or else the punishment will be a thousand in an hour." Dad kept yelling at me.
'I was in the backyard training, Dad. Mom was chilling as she was drinking lemonade by the side of the house in the shade with her lawn chair while holding an umbrella in her right hand.
I'm pretty jealous of Mom right now, honestly. While her poor son was working himself half to death under her watch, she was just relaxing in the shade, drinking her drink... Mom won't even share some with me...' I thought as I kept doing the workouts Dad assigned to me.
'My son completed the push-ups easily this time, compared to, when he first started. It was only just a few days when 100 push-ups in 5 minutes would be impossible for my son, but now it was getting to the point that these weren't even punishments anymore.
As my son got up, he had to grab a weapon of his choice and strike the metal dummy in the backyard by the shack outside. After striking the dummy with the wooden spear, he dropped it to look at towards like he was about to ask for something.' He thought as he looked at his son's rapid progress & training under his watchful gaze.
"Dad, pass me the reinforced wooden sword, please." I asked while I smiled at Dad's attempts to change my mind.
"Boy, when will you learn to listen? I told you time and time again, that using a sword is not where your talents lay. You are a once-in-a-century genius when you use an axe. Those books and shows you watch about swordsmen are fake, remember what I told you son those techniques are all fake." Dad said as he raised his voice.
' Damn brat, listen to your old man for once when he expresses his opinion on the important things. That wretched sword for, one is corrupting you, boy with all its negative influences...' He thought as he frowned at his son's misplaced determination & stubbornness
"Ya ya Dad, now please pass me the sword like I asked." I asked Dad while imagining what moves I'll pratice today.
'It's almost like my words went in one ear and out the other at this point with his complete disregard for his father...' He thought as his frown remained on his face after suffering all these blows to his ego.
'When will my Honey Bear learn our baby boy needs to fail first before he will start listening? Let our son struggle using his prized sword. After his lack of talent becomes extremely obvious, our baby will switch weapons. Our baby boy isn't an idiot, he is just a little delusional like all kids his age are.' She laughed at both Honey Bear's frustration and Baby Boy's hard-headedness while enjoying her lemonade.
'Eh, It's probably a good idea to activate the normalcy barrier around our house... I doubt my Honey Bear & Baby Boy will hold back enough to not appear abnormal...' She thought as she activated the spell she had installed ahead of time.
'Flying, personally,\ isn't possible for me. But making a light object float continuously is simply child's play. What book did my baby boy pick this time...' She thought while relaxing as she read the books her son had ordered through her in order.
'1:15 pm, that's rather late for my schedule... Might as well pre-season the meat for the spaghetti while those two are training. While I'm inside, I might as well get the magical subjects ready for tonight.' She thought before taking another sip of her drink before relaxing once more.
'My boy has shown himself decent at the sword. Personally speaking, his talent for using an axe or hammer is impressive. Yet the damn boy won't listen to me and stop using the fucking swords. Those fancy sword master novels he has on his bookshelf corrupted my boy.' He thought.
'Another flaw my son has is his damn hero complex and the idea that he needs to fight with honor. We both noticed it the day I had a mini spar as a test. He would shout things like (for the princess), or (my honor is at stake, so I can't back down) and such.
While it was cute to see my son role-playing while fighting with me, his sense of honor was a flaw that both me and Emma agreed on out of the list that had to go.' He thought as his head at all the chaos my boy's stubbornness had caused us.
'The main flaw at this point is his ignorance. He keeps ignoring his talent to look cool. The only sword moves he knows with his sword are fancy and hollow in substance. My memory improved Dad, my ass. He keeps saying his awakening made him a genius. Then why the hell doesn't he listen to his father when I keep telling him to drop the sword and switch to an axe.' He grumbled at the situation at hand.
"Dad, look at this." I said while trying to attempt the very same moves I saw on TV.
'Soon enough, my son tried imitating those fancy sword moves on TV. He was able to somehow copy them, but every move angered me even further.' He thought as my raging was boiling at this point.
'SON, you left your back open. Just look at your fucking form it's not balanced. How the hell is he, my son, with all those fucking flaws. I can casually see 78 critical flaws in his entire fighting style. Is he trying to give his pops a heart attack from all this stress' He thought.
'I was already close to pulling my hair out at this point while my son was smiling and laughing while using his beloved sword.' He thought...