The Beginning Of The Ruler
Chapter 05: The Journey Is Started

An *tang* drowned the silence as my mother dropped her fork on her plate.

"What's? Reynolds! Arthur is not even four years old! Nah! After all, you said if our son was an Augimenter, you would be able to teach him!" Mother spoke with clear despair.

"I, too, never expected our son to be so magical in mana manipulation. Who has heard of the resurrection at the age of three?" I answered more calmly.

"But that means he has to leave the house! He's only four, Reynolds! We can't let our babies leave home at such an early age!"

"You don't understand. When I observed his body as he meditated, I could not help feeling that all this was natural to him. Dear Samantha, I restrained my son by trying to teach him something he wanted.It can do in his sleep."

So began my parents' quarrel.

They went back and forth, basically repeating their starting points; mom kept saying that I was too young, dad said that they couldn't hold me back from reaching my full potential....

Meanwhile, I was playing war with my food, peas were attacking for the Mother Kingdom, while carrots from the Father Nation were desperately defending their land.

Eventually, my parents calmed down and my father turned to me.

"Art, this concerns you, so you have rights too. How do you feel about going to a big city and having a teacher?"

Fantastical…

I applaud the effort to make this fair, but I don't think he realized that he was trying to ask a four-year-old to make a decision that would ultimately change his life …

Trying to deduce this small argument, I suggested, "Can I at least try to meet some mentors and have them see if I need to be taught or not?"

*Soundiness*

Did I step on a landmine? Shouldn't I articulate my sentence at my current age? Are they angry because I didn't pick a side?

Unconfident in keeping a poker face, I looked down and waited for their response.

Fortunately, there was no fear in their minds. My mother finally spoke, secretly she muttered, "At least we will officially test the mana core and the channel. We can figure out what to do from there."

As my father nodded in agreement, we began to make preparations the next day. When I said what I did last night, I assumed that we would go to the nearest town or town, a maximum of one day's drive away, he said, to test me by a qualified witch but boy am I wrong.

We are preparing for a three-week trip. A journey through a horse-drawn carriage through the Grand Mountains to something called a teleportation gate that will take us to a town called Cyrus.

A book I had read came to my mind.I remember reading about a floating plot of land built by an ancient witch organization with the sole purpose of housing the most prestigious Witch Academy. A city was then built around the academy; both the City and the academy were named after the leader of the organization – Cyrus.

How is it possible to keep a piece of land, hundreds of kilometers long, afloat? A fascination? Then the land under the city would be affected by it. Does the city have its own gravitational field?

Anyhow!

This journey will be very long. These are the times I wish modern transportation existed. In order to get to the city, we must enter through one of the designated teleportation gates in the Grand Mountain, otherwise, we will have to enter through one of the designated teleportation gates in the Grand Mountain, it would easily take months to travel across the city to reach the gate below the actual city, which floated near the city.

One of the reasons why my father encouraged us to make this trip now was because his former party member had recently stopped by and was on his way to the city of Cyrus. Going now, with them, means we'll have three Augimenters and two Magician, along with my mother, who is a rare Almitter and my father, a B-class Augimenter. While the mountains did not have any ferocious beasts, there was still the potential danger of bandits and wild animals.

While my mother and father took care of packing all the necessities, I packed a wooden sword and two books (Encyclopedia of Arsenalia and Foundations of Mana Manipulation) for the trip.

By midday, we were ready to leave.

After tying my backpack, containing my books and some snacks, to my back and tying my wooden sword to my waist, I clasped my mother's hand and followed my parents to meet their former party members.

Although I had heard about them occasionally from father, I never visited the house when they rebuilt it, so this would be the first time I met them.

The information I learned from my father about the Twin Star party members consisted of the following:

Helen Viennese: A female Augimenter, specializing in magic archery.

Antonio Krush: A male Augimenter, whose main weapon is a spear.

Flamesworth: Augimenter

women, who specialize in speed with double daggers.

Angelina Blue: A female witch, who specializes in Wind Magic.

Dicky Walker: The male witch, who specializes in Earth Magic.

We reached the inn where they were staying in Ashber and saw them in front, near the stables.

Giving a little half a bow while staring at them, I introduced myself.

"Hello. My father has told me great things about his fellow Twin Star members. Thank you for traveling with us to Cyrus. We'll be in your hands."

"HAHAHA, what is this? Manners! Are you sure he's your son, Rey?"

The one who responded was the Spear user, Antonio. Taking a closer look at her, she seemed like an energetic and talkative type. Despite being quite handsome, he had bright red hair tied up with a messy poof at the end, almost like a flame, and a few bangs apart from a hair tie, he reminded me of some sort of vagrant. His eyes were bright and almost seemed like they were always laughing. The first thing I noticed was the scar on his nose, reaching both of his cheeks.

I feel myself lifted up.

"Awww.Isn't he too valuable? You should be glad he doesn't look like you, Reynolds."

Peeling my face from what felt like a memory foam death trap before she strangled me in that giant breast, I noticed the woman trying to kill me. That boy he's beautiful. I mean, although not as pretty as my mother, she gave off the impression of a "Royal Princess" with her long blonde hair curling at the ends and bright green eyes that drooped slightly.

Just as my hands were about to give up and my face was about to enter the twin hills of the ravine, a pair of strong hands gripped the backpack tied to my back, taking me away from the well-endowed woman.

"Angel, you're hurting him," grumbled a heavy voice.

There I hung, like a kitten held by its mother at its nape, unable to move.

My eyes were fixed on the giant.

Easily crossing a height of two meters with a stick tied to his back, the giant carefully lowered me back to the ground and gently tidied my clothes.

How polite?.

I imagined riding on his shoulders like a mighty horse along the way. I looked at him, my eyes getting bigger as I pondered.

He had very narrow eyes and brows that were slanted downward, giving him an almost innocent face, compared to his enormous body that stretched past two meters. The short, disheveled black hair on his head completes the image of a shaggy dog on him.

Cleaning my clothes, I turned to face the woman who looked slightly younger than everyone else. The straight black hair tied in half on the back with ribbons complemented her half-opened red eyes and her short-looking lips, making her appear extremely rough.

"Mhm" he slightly nodded and then turned around.

Ah .. a woman of few words. How charming?.

My eyes were fixed on him as he walked towards the stables, I saw two short daggers strapped to his lower back, just above his hips.

The last member of the Twin Stars was Helen Vienna. He patted my head lightly and gave a charming smile to me. The word I would use to describe Miss Helen would be sharp. Sharp eyes, pointed and pointed nose, thin red lips, and flat chest, almost childish with shoulder-length hair tied tightly back. I want to be fascinated by his charismatic atmosphere. He seemed to exude the atmosphere of 'We-can-do anything-if-we-believe' from his pores which made him practically shine. Wearing a thin leather armor that covered her chest - I mean, breasts, with bows and arrows tied around her back, I can't help but compare her to elves, but it quickly ignored that thought after I saw her round ears.

I jumped onto the rear train with the help of a little mana which strengthened my legs. Lately, I've been used to using mana to strengthen my body. I haven't fully tested what I'm capable of, for fear of getting my parents to have a heart attack by showing off too much, but it became a little more natural to direct my mana from my core through which channel I was.

After our entourage finished loading all our travel needs into the two carriages we boarded, we tied up what I thought would be a horse. As it turned out, this world had tamed mana beasts called Skitters for transportation. These giant lizards, with spikes on their backs and powerful claws, were D-class monsters that were much more efficient to use, though more expensive, than horses when traveling in mountainous terrain.

Let the journey begin!

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By nightfall, the mountains that were once far away seemed to double in size.I wonder how big the Grand Mountain Range was when we reached the foot. Needless to say, I was so excited to get out of the little outpost that was my hometown, Ashber.

We finally stopped to set up camp near a small group of large stones. It was a nice place with rocks that blocked almost all the wind and many pieces of wood from the fallen branches to be used as campfires.

The one thing I hate most about this body is how much sleep I need. Despite falling asleep for most of the trip, I still felt a bit heavy after being awake for a few hours.

After setting up a few tents around the campfire, my father and mother started talking to the Twin Stars about the past when Helen sat next to me and said nonchalantly, "I heard the children in your village say that you are some kind of genius. mage... Is it true that you are awake?”

Not knowing what to answer, I just answered honestly.

He began to ask me how I felt when I woke up and what the core color of my mana was right now. At this moment, a pair of curious ears shot up as Adam asked, "Hey Reynolds, do you mind if I test the little White?"

If I could interrupt, I might say something like, 'Maybe fighting with someone my age is not a good idea because the normal three-year-old's biggest achievement at this point would be successful. Go up and down the stairs with alternating legs, walk in circles, and if he is completely coordinated, balance with one leg for a few seconds,' but I guess this thought was never thought of by anyone here.

Both my father and mother seemed a little hesitant at first, but trusting their old comrades, my father simply replied, "Alright, but be careful. I haven't been able to teach him how to fight properly. We've just been doing some light strength training and where up until now."

Antonio got up from his makeshift wooden chair and looked around until he found a short stick that he felt satisfied with.

"Come, Son. Haha, let's see how strong you are!"

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