In my past life, the amount of people that respected my heroism were uncountable. The military achievements I collected alone could make others gasp in admiration.

They thought I was a living saint. A valiant, selfless hero who would lay down his life to protect the entire nation. However, how could they have known that in reality that the great hero they respected was only an ordinary man with a... unique talent.

The talent I had wasn't related to killing or fighting nor was it related to foresight or planning. Instead this talent I had could only be described as having strong awareness. The ability to understand the present rather than the future. When I was recruited into the nations special forces, my brothers would say that I was way too paranoid of my surroundings. Those would always be their last words before death.

I didn't pay attention to this talent at first and wrote it off as a strong sixth sense, but after many missions I found that such a description wasn't right. It was more accurate to say that I was able to understand the dangers around me in a way that was quite unique.

There was a time when we were sent alongside a strong team to rescue a VIP who was held hostage by terrorists. I was following the Squad Leader at that time to infiltrate the hotel the heinous terrorists had hidden themselves in.

We secretly made our way to the highest floor of the hotel and found the room door we were looking for. The Squad Leader relayed an order to us through hand signals to breach the door and rescue the VIP inside.

We all nodded our heads in confirmation, then followed his orders and set up bomb on the door room door soundlessly. An alarm rang in my head as the Squad Leader was about to detonate the bomb, causing me instinctively retreat back. In that very next moment, an explosion interrupted us as the concrete floor under where I stood previously collapsed. My squad members were caught off guard, yet the terrorists within the room didn't give any time for us to recover our composure, barging out to attack.

We managed to complete our mission and rescue the VIP in the end, but none of us felt joy in doing so. The losses we sustained weren't something that could be recovered, as there were now new soldiers who were martyred for the mission's success. These kinds of events repeated, and repeated, all until the day I was given the chance to retire.

Once I returned to the empty house I called 'home', I didn't even feel the joy I was supposed to feel from escaping my responsibility as a soldier. All I felt was emptiness and loneliness from the depths of my heart. People can live by themselves and act independently from the rest of their family, but how many people can live in total solitude?

Prisons of old once used to drive people insane from solitude. Back when I lived all on my own, I realised why this was the case from the detachment I felt from the world around me... My life as a soldier was full of dangers, but at least there were people to meet and generally a lot of brother-in-arms who would at least talk to me sometimes.

I never realised how lacking I was as a person until the colleagues who were secretly helping me cover up my faults all disappeared. Only then did I realise just how much I relied on the military to even live like a normal person... It was as if the karma of not being able to save my comrades were my last few days of life. Nothing had ever made me feel so emotional ever in my long life.

Now, as I looked at the wooden sword my father was placing before me, the memories of those brothers I lost due to my incompetence appeared before me once more. Their ghosts appear in my heart, asking me: 'Why is it only you who survived? Why was only you who was given a second chance?'

I looked at the wooden sword in my fathers hand in fear and felt unwilling to walk down that path once more. The sadness and despair from being the only one to survive isn't something I can burden on my shoulders again... I just can't fight anymore! I never want to go into battle with others ever again!

"How are you going to protect us in the future without strength?" My father said gently. He put his wooden sword away and patted my head. I looked at his eyes and saw expectations, images of me bringing respect to his name.

It was then that I felt like I was struck by lightning. My father's question was simple, but why is it that I hadn't thought of it before? I've always been fighting for my country, fighting for someone else yet never for myself. The acquisition of strength was always to be used to protect the country, whether it be through cruelty or ruthlessness...

I've done so many wrongs in the past just to protect my country, I've done everything to protect it. Why else would I have so many military achievements? However, I've never once thought of acquiring power to protect myself... and my family.

I have a family now. My life is nothing like that of the past. There's no reason I shouldn't strive to protect them! The phantoms in my heart dissipated as soon as my heart found a new goal.

"I, I want to become stronger, but what if... What if I can't protect everyone even after I becoming strong? What if my effort goes in vain? Won't you hate me? Won't you hate your incompetent son for failing his mission?" I said in an outburst that seemed to surprise my father. He looked at me for a moment before starting to heartily laugh. My mother who was watching us from afar was quite as father's voice resounded.

"What's so funny?!" I shouted in anger as the despair I felt was replaced with rage. This is the first time in my life I've ever confessed what I felt deep in my heart, yet my father just laughed at me like I'm some kind of foolish child.

He then lifted me up with his arms and put me on his shoulder before walking to my mother who seemed to be moved to tears. Mother hugged me as soon as father brought me close to her. A warm feeling soothed my heart, making the anxiety fade away instantly. My eyes were filled with confusion as I look at my parents. I didn't understand what they were doing nor did I know why just a simple hug was able to push away my despair. What is this warm feeling?

"Simon, listen to us closely and stop worrying too much. Forget about the that has yet to happen. Forget about this 'mission' in your heart and live more freely. The reason we wanted you to get stronger was because the world outside mansion is just unforgiving. It's a world filled with countless hardships and perilous dangers that you can't even begin to imagine." My father comforted with warm eyes. I look at my fathers bearded face and gain some clarity on regarding my feelings. Then looked at my mothers almost crying face with an apologetic expression.

"My expectations were that you'd run away or cry when I first brought you here, but never did it cross my mind that you would think so deeply about this training. It's true that our decision to train you was done in an act of desperation. We know that you wouldn't be able to become independent if you were to always rely on us, your parents, for protection.

We wanted to train you from a young age, we were determined to make you stronger, but now we've changed our minds. You will train when you want to train. We won't force you, okay?" My mother said while wiping the tears of her face. Her expression became stern as she decisively made her decision.

Father looked like he was about to disagree at first but instantly changed his mind after seeing my mother's firm glare. It seems this spartan training program was more of my father's idea rather than something mother came up by herself. I really got to remember this in the future... If anyone asks then the answer is yes, I do keep grudges.

"Mother, Father, I'm sorry. That won't be necessary." My mind and heart cleared as I spoke up. I may have had regrets in the past, but there's no need to live in fear of failure in my new life anymore. There's no need to waste my precious time wallowing in self-pity. I won't even have the chance to protect my own family if I waste my potential.

I may not have a strong latent bodily potential. However, there are still the experience and skills I had obtained in my past life. If I can't use them to expand my horizons, then I would have lived my past eighty years in vain. It would be shameful to my brothers who have passed on! This time, I won't lose anyone, those who comes to harm my family will never get through me! I will never EVER lose! I will not allow it!

Those Outsiders that always attacking our kingdom can go to hell! The first thing I'm going to do after obtaining a Adventurer's License will be to clean up the Drakeyol Kingdom's four borders!

"Father, I've made my decision, let's train to our fullest." I jump out of their arms and picked up my wooden sword that was laying on the floor with bright eyes filled with newly found resolve.

"Hahaha! That's my son! Let's spar to our hearts content!" My father laughed heartily and moved opposite me before readying a stance with his wooden sword. The sword pointed upwards as my fathers arms stay motionlessly stable. His whole body emitted a fighting intent as he moved forward.

"Thank you. Mother, Father, I love you." I smile even when facing an my fathers sword and said softly.

Both of them didn't seem to hear it as my father slowly stepped forwards with stable steps. The wooden sword didn't emit any radiance but I wasn't careless.

The Mana within my Colourless Origin out of my skin and into the sword I was holding, causing my father to look at me in surprise. He stopped for a moment to look at the glowing radiance on my sword before proceeding to cover his own sword in Aura as well.

Damn! I messed up big time! I shouldn't have tried to harden my defence with Mana. Now my father actually covered his wooden sword in Aura to balance his attack with my defence. I quickly stopped focusing on father and instead decided to concentrate on shielding myself from my father's attack using everything I had. The world seemed to slow down as I realised many things even before my father's sword hit the one in my hands.

Compared to how I imagined my father's attack would be, the reality before left me a little puzzled. The way my father used the Aura Manifestation technique seemed a little too... simple.

As for how it was simple, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. There was something missing in my father's attack that made it a lot less powerful than it could be if it was present.

I didn't have time to think any further than that as time continued running again once more. I instinctively spread out the rest of my Aura throughout my physique as I could instantly predict through my past life's battle experience where my body would be affected most by the impact caused by father's sword.

My wooden sword was slammed by my father's wooden sword and almost flew out of my hand as I staggered backwards. It was then that I realised what I did and felt zero repercussions.

My body was completely injured by the wooden sword yet I toppled over anyway due to its force of impact!