Chapter One

The old doctor advised two days of rest for Varre. He used these two days to get his body back in shape and also to sort out his thoughts on his current situation.

To sum up his current predicament, he had been reincarnated into the main character of one of his own fanfictions after dying in the accident. By a truck of all things. He can't even laugh it off as a bad joke or a dream as he had already pinched himself and it hurt. At first he thought that after he wakes up from a good sleep, he would be back in his original body but disappointment was in store for him since it didn't go how he hoped it would have gone.

'And his magic attribute is Sword Magic..' That explained the sudden appearance of the sword in his hand when he tapped into his own power. The feeling of magic was foreign to him and he would need some time to get the hang of it. 'The body is used to utilizing mana but me as an individual isn't.'

During the two days of prescribed rest not only did he sort out his thoughts on his situation, he even used the nights by pulling all-nighters to get control over his magic and how to utilize mana that is present not only inside him but also in the atmosphere. Applying multiple theories from various verses, he was able to get a decent grasp over his powers.

The mornings were used for catching up to the missed out sleep by lying to his mother and the doctor that he needs more rest.

Having a decent idea of the future events there was no need to worry about getting enough fighting experience to get used to his own powers. Though having abandoned writing the story in the beginning phase, he simply wondered what could possibly go wrong.

'Other than the fact that 'he' has a bastard of a father who is some nobility, I don't think I am forgetting anything else.' The strain on his brain didn't yield much results as he stood outside the doctor's apothecary along with his mother, waiting for doctor who had gone to call a local carriage. 'Whatever it is, I don't think it is relevant.'

"Are you feeling better now?" His mother worriedly asked, concern laced in her voice.

"I told you mom, I am doing fine." Pushing his thoughts at the back of his mind, Varre flexed his non-existent muscles in his arms to try and prove his point. "See."

"Yeah, nice try." Elena responded with a giggle before pinching her son's cheek. "But promise me not worry me like that again."

"No promises." Varre replied after she let go off his cheek. Before she could say anything in protest, he continued. "I do want to become a Magic Knight and you know what kind of jobs a Magic Knight has to do. Instead I want you to have faith in me rather than constantly worrying though I think that's asking for the impossible."

A mother will always worry about her child, no matter how much they grow up and start taking responsibilities. Even if they start brining bread to the house, for mothers they are always their precious little children for whom they need to constantly look out for.

"I-I will try but what brought the change?" Elena appeared visibly shocked at her son's claim of becoming a Magic Knight. Before this incident he was adamant about not becoming one so she was curious as to what changed overnight.

He wasn't pleased when she had gifted him the leather bag for his grimoire which he would be receiving a year from now. The bag now rested near his waist.

Varre knew this question would arise the moment he would declare his goal of becoming a Magic Knight. The 'original Varre' did not wish to be a Magic Knight due to certain circumstances. But right now, he isn't the 'original Varre' anymore and nowhere it is written or stated that he will have to follow the same script. Since things have come to this, might as well work his own way out to complete this incomplete tale.

"Having got my ass handed to him, I realized where I lack and as I am now, I cannot protect you." Varre answered, gazing intently at his empty palm. "And the only way to become stronger is getting more experience and that I will get only by becoming a Magic Knight. That way I can protect you from 'him' and any other danger."

"Sometimes children really grow up fast." Elena sighed before pulling her son's head on her chest. "Just look at you looking out for your pathetic mother. I wish I could have given you a better childhood than this. It's my fault that I couldn't--"

"Don't ever say that again mom!" The brown-haired teen interrupted. "None of it was your fault. And as for raising me, you have done all that you could."

Varre's memories that played through his mind were enough proof of his claim.

"And if it reassures you in any way, I promise we won't have to visit this crappy and shabby apothecary anytime soon." He added, pointing to the settlement behind them.

Wiping a stray tear off her eyes at her son's claim, Elena gave a light chuckle. Her son's words had relieved her from a huge burden. She always blamed herself for his upbringing and thought that Varre resented her for all that he went through. But now it was clear as a day, he did not for once held anything against her.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made the mother and son turn around to see the doctor standing beside a small carriage. "Your words wound me."

"As you age, you are getting more senile to see the truth." Varre countered, crossing his arms. "Get your eyes checked grandpa doc."

"You cheeky brat!" The doctor retaliated before hitting him lightly in the head. "Well then if you really don't want to visit this crappy place again then get going."

"Once again thank you for what all you have done doctor." Elena slightly bowed in thanks, grabbing her son by the head and making him bow as well.

"This brat is like my grandson. Of course I would look out for him." The doctor responded with a kind smile.

"Still I don't understand why are we going in a carriage?" Varre questioned, sparring a glance at the carriage. "I wanted to fly back home."

The carriage that the doctor had arranged for them was a locally driven vehicle used for transporting people from one town to another. These were commercial ones used in almost all towns and villages of the Commoner Realm. The families in the Nobility Realm had personal carriages that looked more luxurious and lavish.

"I know you healed up but your body still needs proper rest." The doctor reminded. "The injuries you came in with were no joke. Plus I never said you won't be flying again but give it some time for now."

'After pulling a literal all-nighter just to get a perfect grip on how to balance myself on a broom, this is the result.' Varre gave up on arguing any further. Even his mother won't take his side on this matter so it would be a losing battle. Without any further argument, he got up on the carriage and quietly sat down.

"Stay safe you two." The doctor said once Elena got in the carriage as well. Waving them goodbye he further added. "And don't get into any more troubles, brat."

"No promises!"

'Sheesh. That's one handful patient.' Smiling to himself, the doctor returned to his daily work.

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The trip back to their hometown was spent mostly in silence, with Elena having resorted to taking a short nap on the way back home. The stress of the last two days had caught up on her and a rest was definitely appreciated.

Varre on the other hand was engrossed in his own chain of thoughts. Like what kind of town he resides in and what kind people are residing there. Many a times during writing a story, the writers miss out the small and insignificant details which do not hold any value to the ongoing plot or the entire storyline as a matter of fact. Some of them aren't even worth mentioning but experiencing them is an entirely different matter.

'This is still crazy no matter how much I think about it.' A light chuckle escaped his lips as he put his hands behind his head. 'The tables have turned. At first I used to bully both characters and readers and now it's my turn to be bullied.'

"We have reached the desti--" Before the carriage driver could complete his sentence, a stray bullet of magic landed on the vehicle, destroying it within impact.

"What the.." From the smoke, something flew out at blinding speed before making a quick landing on the road. It was Varre, holding both his mother and the carriage driver while flying on a broom. He safely dropped them on the ground. "What's happening?"

"Dang they escaped." A disappointed voice was heard from above them.

"Much better for us. The boss wants our preys to be alive and see there a nice product among them." Another voice added with a creepy tone.

The three looked up to see a group of five men, all riding on their respective brooms and had glowing grimoires floating in front of them. They were dressed in common bandit attires with similar looking tattoos in their right arms, signifying them as a part of a common group.

"Mountain Bandits.." The carriage driver stuttered, falling on his back.

Finally taking a good look, Varre noticed that there was smoke coming out from various parts of the town. It didn't take a genius to guess that the town was under attack and the magic knights had yet to arrive here. The ones who do daily patrols might have already been dealt with, hence the reason why the bandits are running wild right now.

"Go call for any of the Magic Knight squads you come across." Varre grabbed the carriage driver by the collar, yanking him back on his feet. If the bandits are more in number, a handful of Magic Knights won't be much effective.

"We won't let you-!"

"Sword Magic: Origin Flash!"

Before any of the bandits could react, a huge slash of mana soared through the air, striking two of the bandits and sending them flying through three houses. The huge amount of mana released from the attack was no joke either. The spell had already reduced the two of them to an unrecognizable state. The carriage driver took this as the perfect opportunity and call out the magic knights for help.

"For an attack that can cut down hurricanes, it definitely lives up to its reputation." Varre glanced at the thin blade made of pure mana in his left hand. Furthermore his hands weren't shaking at all at striking down two human beings despite having never done that before in his life.

"Mom, please find a place to take shelter." The brown-haired male spared a glance behind him at his worried mother.

"How do you expect me to leave you in danger when you just recovered!" Elena instantly declined, grabbing hold of her son's hand. "We need to run and wait for the magic knights to arrive!"

"We don't know when they will arrive and what these bastards will do our hometown." Varre countered while a sharp dagger materialized in his right hand. "And I don't want to run away from a situation where I can be of use. How can I be a proper magic knight if I run away now?"

"But you just healed up.."

Varre threw the dagger at the bandit that was preparing a magic bullet, accelerating the speed of the dagger with mana, simultaneously reinforcing the blade with magic as well. The weapon struck even before the bandit could carry out his attack. "Arrrghh!"

"I told you I am fine." He assured. "And I have no intentions of paying the old man a visit today. Just trust me on this one."

Elena let out a sigh. Surely her son was holding out pretty well against bandits and this was the result of Varre's relentless training which he carried out everyday. He didn't miss even one day and was always on schedule when it came to polishing his techniques in both magic and swords. His fascination of swords must have stemmed out from his magic attribute.

'He has definitely grown up a lot. Maybe I should learn to put more faith in him.'

"Fine. I will trust you this time. Come back home in one piece." Elena added before heading off to find somewhere safe to take shelter in.

One of the remaining two goons tried chasing after her, only to have the blade of mana pierce him from his back.

'Without grimoire and other spells, I have limited options. Adding them with my memory, it should be more than enough to deal with them.' The male thought over his options. He has no idea how much time it would take for the magic knights to arrive. So he needs to hold out and not exhaust himself at the same time. 'At the very least I will be getting the fighting experience I needed.'

"Why you little bastard!" The last bandit, in a fit of rage, enveloped his entire arm in grayish rocks, making it appear like fist made of rocks and stones. Landing from his broom, he charged straight at the fourteen year old.

A broadsword with a black hilt appeared in front of him this time. Grabbing the hilt with both his hands, he raced towards the incoming foe. Seeing the grimoire-less kid rushing at him with a simple lump of metal, he grinned knowing his victory his ensured.

When the distance between them was shortened, the taller man swung his humongous rock fist, only for Varre to dodge at the last second by crouching down. Then augmenting his hands and the blade of the sword with mana, he slashed the bandit in the abdomen. Few drops of blood got on his cheek as his foe fell down on the ground.

'These insane reflexes...definitely belong to that man..' Wiping the blood off his cheek, he glared in front of him to see reinforcements of the bandits arriving.

"Let's get this over with."