I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 47

"My brothers are amazing. I can do a lot of things."

"Kyle will be able to do a lot of things soon. I'm still a kid, so you should play."

"If you say so, my brother is also a child. You're only two years different from me."

Well, if you say so.

"Hey, teach me magic too. My part-time brother said he taught me magic."

"Hmm, that's right... You used to make Mom sad about that."

"Huh? That's right. Something wrong?

Recently, Kyle, my brother, often helps me at my parents' home in the village when I'm always in the ground.

Looks like you came to see me today.

I was always pioneering and hardly ever came home during the day, and I rarely talked too late at night.

I wonder why.

I keep talking to you here.

But I didn't expect you to teach me magic.

It reminds me of the old days.

That was when I was still breeding beetles and other vegetables in a small field behind my parents' house.

It was still a time when my little body was plowing a field and pouring water by the way into a big bucket to water it.

My part-time brother asked me.

Why are you carrying so much heavier than me?

At that time, it was just a trial and error in how to use magic, and it was time to start using physical strengthening.

I used my body as an experimental material to confirm its effects, but I wondered if other people would get the same effect.

That's why I taught my part-time brother how to practice magic and how to use it.

My part-time brother couldn't do any magic that would have a magical effect on things like [soil improvement] that I taught him.

But I was able to strengthen my body in a short period of time.

It's magic that fills your body with magic and strengthens your physical whole body.

Perhaps it was easier to understand because it was about my body than I could cast a spell.

My part-time brother, who liked the magic, had been practicing physical strengthening ever since.

But I didn't understand what it meant to be able to use magic at this time.

When I remembered it later, it was a time for reflection.

What did my part-time brother, who had improved his physical abilities, do with the magic?

That was the problem.

If I could strengthen my body when I taught magic, I would feel free to ask for help with watering.

However, the part-time brother then used his fortified body to start a fight with the village's children.

My part-time brother, who was still a child, knew all the children around him.

It is natural for children to start a fight from a casual word.

But my part-time brother kept winning the fight.

A part-time brother who became invincible in the same generation.

But of course there are children who don't think it's funny.

What happened to the children asked for reinforcements.

For children older than themselves.

But even at that age, my part-time brother won the fight.

Perhaps the body was originally bigger and stronger than people.

To be honest, my part-time brother's magic technique at the time could not have been greatly enhanced.

But my part-time brother won.

From the older ones, I lost more than myself to the children and my eyes were roughly crushed.

But a one-on-one encounter may not win.

Then what should I do?

I started fighting my part-time brother in multiple groups.

Apparently he couldn't beat this.

It is no longer uncommon for me to come home from a run-down.

But my part-time brother was terribly spiritual.

Normally, it will shrink and try not to fight.

But no matter how many times I lost, I stood up to it.

And that experience led to an improvement in my part-time brother's ability to fight.

Increasingly, I was able to defeat several of them.

With that life going on, there was no one in the village against my part-time brother.

Until then, however, this was not usually the case.

My part-time brother, who skips his field work every day and keeps fighting, repeated the same thing no matter how careful he was.

One day, that made my mother cry.

I wonder if my way of raising myself was wrong.

When I heard this, I endured it.

I just taught you the magic of strengthening my body, and it causes my family to collapse.

Maybe that's why the church set it around the age of six to teach the villagers the magic of life at the very least.

Anyway, I was made to realize that teaching magic was bad.

"That's what happened. I didn't teach Kyle magic."

"That's what happened."

"Well, if Kyle still wants to learn magic, I'll tell you. Unlike a brain muscle like a part-time brother, Kyle is smart. If it's magic that makes you smart, I'll tell you."

"What? Are you sure?

"If you promise not to fight."

"Yeah, I promise. I don't fight, so tell me the magic!

"All right, all right. Let's do some special training now."

Well, I thought about it, but I don't regret it.

My part-time brother is able to use the villagers well to help with the field work, but there is also the aspect that the fight is strong.

It turns out to be an all-out conqueror, O'Reilly.

Kyle should never put all her magic into her muscle like her part-time brother, but stick it into her brain.

Concentrating magic on the brain improves brain functions such as thinking and computing, in addition to memory.

Unlike before, I am able to make time for my brother to study.

I want Kyle to work hard to learn the letters and calculations and become an expert in administrative work that is not in this village.

I dreamed of getting Kyle to help me with my work in the future, and I taught her how to master magic.