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I’ve Made up My Mind ②
Translated by AmaLynne
Edited by AmaLynne
「―――Wh, at?」
Manion looked at Sam with an exasperated look on his face as Sam effortlessly caught in the blow of the wooden sword.
Sam ignored his brother’s gaze and let out a sigh.
「You know, since you’ve decided to become the heir to this family, you should at least think about what would happen if you wield a wooden sword in the house.」
「―――Shut up! Let go of me! What are you doing!」
Unheeding Sam’s warning, Manion tried to retrieve his wooden sword, but it wouldn’t budge.
(Is this the genius with the sword?)
Sam began to doubt his brother’s abilities.
Sam had easily caught Manion’s blow without using any body-enhancing magic.
Moreover, his brother was now struggling to take the sword from Sam.
(I haven’t enhanced my body, and this is what I get? Or is it that I’m amazing for a 9-year-old? I’m not sure.)
He had confirmed that he had no talent at all with swords, but he had never confirmed that Manion was a genius with words.
If he had a wooden sword and was experienced in swordplay, he could probably beat his older brother into unconsciousness, but that didn’t make him a genius.
But in reality, catching Manion’s sword gave him pause.
The sword speed was too slow.
Sam was able to follow it with his eyes, so he grabbed it with his hand.
The hand of a 10-year-old child, who has not been strengthened against the wooden sword, did not break, but only slightly hurt.
Even now, he was beating Manion, who was trying to get the wooden sword back, in a simple contest of strength.
(I don’t really want to be the head of this family, but I’m treated as incompetent by being compared to a Manion of this caliber? Really, all you care about is your sword.)
Sam doesn’t know if Manion is a genius or not after all, but at least he’s better than Sam at the sword.
(Well, whatever.)
For Sam, it doesn’t make much difference whether Manion is a genius with a sword or not.
He didn’t regret being judged inferior to him.
「Get off me!」
「Yes yes.」
Manion yelled numbly, and when Sam let go of his hand as he demanded, he fell on his buttocks from the momentum.
「Oh, sorry, sorry.」
Sam reached for him.
「Don’t touch me!」
Sam reaches for his hand, but it’s brushed away.
Manion glared at Sam, ready to shoot him dead.
(Goodness, you’re emotional. You may be a little extreme, but you’re still a kid.)
「You know, if you’d cried a little, I might have shown you some mercy, but I’ve made up my mind! You’re out of this house!」
「Ha?」
「You think I’m going to let a good-for-nothing like you stay in this house, but I’m not so naive! If you are useless and incompetent, get out of this house, out of my house!」
Sam was shocked by his brother’s words.
(Come to think of it, why was I thinking of staying in this house until I came of age? On second thought, why don’t I just do as Manion says and get the hell out of here?)
It wasn’t that he was shocked that his brother told him to leave the house.
He was shocked at why he hadn’t just left the house as his brother had said.
「Oh. Okay.」
「―――Wha.」
「I’ll be gone tomorrow. Then I have to get ready!」
「Huh? Huh?」
After leaving his stupefied brother behind, Sam danced his heart out and rushed back to his room.
He opened the drawers and took out a bag containing the bare minimum of his personal belongings that he had prepared earlier.
「Okay! I’m getting out of this house!」
Sam shivered with determination.