The Strory Of Mr. Rigels

Chapter 7: Father and training

I opened my eyes slowly, raised my body and looked at the familiar-looking places around me.

I checked the state of my body holding the affected part and the pain I got, even so the pain that was very painful I felt before was reduced.

Maybe it's a blessing from healing magic so I can heal in just a matter of hours.

The door to the left of the room opened. Someone came over carrying a food trolley, when I saw him.

"Mother!!"

My mother pushed a trolley containing some warm food and drinks towards me, her right cheek was bruised.

"How are you Rigel" said my mother.

"I'm fine Mom," I said.

My mother stopped next to me and took a ceramic teapot, poured tea into a cup.

"Here, drink it." My mother gave me that glass.

I accept it. "good Mother." I sipped that warm tea.

I saw my mother, her eyes looked sad, she gave a small smile to her mouth.

on the other hand I saw a bruise on his cheek and I asked. "Mom what happened to your cheek?"

My mother touched her cheek for a moment and smiled at me. "this, ..this is okay, I'm just a little bit at odds with your father."

My eyebrows are wrinkling, my eyes are sharp towards my mother.

"Dad hit Mom?"

My mother immediately denied it. "no, Mother was wrong, Mother offended your father."

My mother immediately prepared a meal in the form of meat soup ditroli and fed it to me.

"aaa.... "

I thrust out my palm. "no Mom, I can do it myself."

"Alright." My mom put the soup back on the tides.

"Don't worry Mom, I'm fine" I said with a slight smile.

"Oh, yeah." Nodding my Mom while replying to my smile.

***

After a long period of time I lay in my room, in the afternoon I went to see my father.

the waiter said that my father was currently seeing his guest so I wanted to go to his place to greet him.

As I walked through the corridors of my Mansion, a person of fifties stature with a white mustache and beard that seemed to be fused closer towards me.

When I saw him, he smiled at me.

seeing that, I bowed my head slightly as I walked past it.

After I passed it I stopped for a moment and turned around to see the man walking.

"Is that Dad's guest" muttered, who then walked back to my father's room.

After arriving at the door of my father's office, I knocked on the door and opened it and saw that my father was working.

I'm approaching my father's desk. "Dad, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"What's that?" my father replied while working on the documents.

"Why did you dump me in the woods and .. and why did you hit Mom?"

My father answered." I'm just testing you, .. And for your mother, it's a husband and wife affair, you better not interfere."

I gritted my teeth and glared at my father while saying. "I can tolerate Dad's attitude towards me, but why should you hit Mom."

"There's nothing I need to say about your mother. This is definitely a matter for Mom and Dad."

"But ap-"

Brak!!....

My father hit the table with his right hand. "Dad told you this is your Mom and Dad's problem, you don't have to interfere!!,"

I clenched my hand to see Dad's reaction.

My father continued his words. "Tomorrow you will practice close combat, so you must get up early."

I repay. "Don't want to tell me, me .." I showed some irritation on my face.

"Dad doesn't care, Rigel." I looked at my father in surprise. My father went on. "if you don't come, I'll kill you."

My father glared at me, His expression was very creepy when I saw him, making myself retreat back a few steps.

However, I quickly held myself back and put my foot forward and said, "Why father, why are you doing this to me?"

"For the sake of belief."

"Confidence, what do you mean?" my many.

"You're too young to know" said my father.

Question marks popped out of my head and I was confused what my father meant, what he believed, what he really planned. It all confused me.

"Rigel, the point is that from tomorrow you will practice, if you refuse then be prepared."

I gulped when I heard my father say that.

***

From the next day I started training with my father. At first my father practiced fighting for me for two weeks and I was required to learn from my father's books on military, combat and magic.

I'd rather read this book than practice it, I thought.

Two weeks later

"Receive this!" I pointed my fist at my father's face.

"Not enough".

My father dodged backwards so that my fist could not reach his face, quickly my father advanced in front of me and gave me a kick that targeted my stomach.

Blood came out of my mouth and I immediately slammed back until I could not get up again.

"Healer, please heal him."

"Good sir."

The healer came, thrust his hand at me and then cast a healing spell. Miraculously my wounds and my pocket sense disappeared.

The healer returned to his place.

"Come Rigel, let's move on."

I stood up to show unyielding determination to my father.

I attacked my father again, but in the end I lost.

I still kept my ability a secret to my father and said that I could not use magic yet, but what happened was that I was bombarded with massive fire attacks.

"Spear of fire" said my father, raising his right hand.

Three fire spears appeared above his palm, and he then swung his hand down, making the fire spear dart quickly towards me.

I tried to dodge the fire spear, but with my speed I could not dodge. The spears suddenly exploded near me, causing me to crash and have burns on my face and hands.

As usual, the healer healed my wounds.

This is bad, if this continues I can lose my mind.

"Rigel, take this."

After I was healed, I was again attacked by my father's fire spear.

This continued until the beginning of winter.

***

In the evening I was called to my father's room.

"Excuse me." I opened the door and entered my father's room.

"What's the matter Dad?"

My father opened the drawer and a box was taken and placed on the table.

"What is Dad" I asked

My father answered." It's a new weapon, one that will change the course of future battles."

He opened the box and showed it to me

I was shocked and frightened by the weapon he was holding.

"Revolver!!"

It was black and had a brown wooden handle with leaf carvings on it, My father looked at the weapon

"Ohh, you know this gun."

"Ahh..no Dad, I mean it's a famous weapon, right." I tried to smile, to hide my fear.

"It's good that you know, tomorrow we'll practice using this firearm."

"Huh .. yeah... B-well dad."

My father narrowed his eyes. "Are you afraid of firearms, Rigel."

"Heh. t-certain dad hehe...."

"That's it." He quickly pointed the muzzle of the weapon at me.

My reflexes immediately dodged and immediately went down, I shouted. "Keep that thing away from me!!"

"So so. "My father put the weapon back in the box, he rebuked me. "Rigel, correct your attitude!!"

I saw my father like that, I stood up, disappointment in my father's face. I'm looking down embarrassed.

"You should have told me your weakness, if this was a combat mission you would have died immediately."

"I'm sorry Dad."

"Are you afraid of this firearm."

I nodded. "yes Dad."

Father thought a moment ago after that he said to me.

"You're bad for magic but for martial you can still improve. At least you should be able to use firearms to support your combat abilities."

"Well!!?".

"It's night, tomorrow we'll practice. So be prepared."

"....." My whole body is shaking.

"Now you can rest."

I saluted my father in silence and walked out of his room,

walk down the hallway with your head down.

My mind was in a mess, I didn't think that I could be afraid of a weapon.

"Young Master, you're fine," reprimanded one of the servants.

I don't seem excited to answer it. "Well, I'm fine."

I saw what the servant was carrying, a small basket with a red cloth covering his top.

I asked. "What are you carrying?"

"Oh.. This, this is a potato, Madam asked me to throw it away because it is already green and already has buds."

As soon as the spirit came in me, I looked at the basket as I said to the servant. "Can I ask for one."

The waiter was confused. "This master potato is no longer worth eating so this is no longer useful".

"Yes.I mean I want to plant it, in books the plants that sprout usually will grow as new plants."

"That's true, but-."

".... I want to try it, please give me one potato, please?"

"But." the waiter seemed hesitant.

"I beg of you" I said, taking a pleading stance." Lately I've been learning about farming so I want to experiment,

even if it doesn't work out, I want to do it because it's fun."

He took one of the potatoes out in the basket. "All right, but only one."

"No problem, thank you" I said with a smile.

Pointing his index finger in front of you, the servant said

"Remember, that potato should not be eaten, if you eat it you will be poisoned."

I nodded while giving a smile.

The waiter then continued his duties and left me corridor.

While carrying the potato in my hand, I also walked towards my room, a happy smile emanating on my face

Dad, I hope you take care of your health.

On the day I was about to train with my father, suddenly there was a notice from the waiter that my father had fallen ill.

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