Reincarnated into the strongest family

The day began with the sun's rays streaming through my window. It wasn't a normal day. It was the day my training would truly begin. Laying in bed for a moment, I stared at the distant town, thinking about normal people. What were they like? I had no real understanding of what it meant to live like them. After all, I had never truly experienced what others would call "normal" life. My thoughts lingered for a moment before I quickly shook them off.

"Enough dawdling," I muttered to myself. "I have to get to sword training."

I grabbed the sword I had found in the family vault. It was strange—void black, almost like it absorbed light. It didn't feel like a simple weapon, but something more... connected to me. I wondered about its origins. But for now, I had more pressing matters to focus on.

I left my room and made my way to the training room. My mother was waiting for me when I arrived, her crimson eyes studying me as if appraising my resolve. She nodded.

"From today onwards, I'll be your sword instructor. I'll teach you how to wield your sword properly, but for now, we'll be using wooden swords to get your body used to handling it."

I nodded, feeling a faint ripple of apprehension. In my past life, I had been trained in various martial arts—kendo, fencing, and even unarmed combat. But that was a different time, a different world. Now, I had to face a new reality. I was in a world where magic and mana played a crucial role in strength, and I wasn't sure how to adapt yet. The question loomed in my mind: how would I wield my strength here? Could I even rely on my skills from my previous life, or would I be forced to learn from scratch?

"Ready yourself," my mother's voice snapped me from my thoughts.

I gripped the wooden sword, my fingers itching to unleash my power. But as I raised the sword to a ready position, I could feel a deep tension in my chest. I wasn't just learning to wield a blade—This training was supposed to shape me into something more. With the knowledge and techniques from my past life, and the power of the elements at my disposal, I was already stronger than I was before. But mastering this power, controlling it without burning myself out or losing control, would be the real challenge.

Mother's eyes glinted as she suddenly surged toward me, moving faster than I could track. Before I could react, she appeared behind me in an instant. The wooden blade collided with mine with a sharp crack. I was forced to brace myself against the sudden impact, my body trembling as the shock reverberated through my arms.

I barely held my ground. The force was more than I expected. She was fast—faster than I thought anyone could be. But I couldn't let myself falter.

I swung the sword around and blocked the next blow just in time. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my heart racing. She had barely moved, yet I was struggling to keep up.

"Focus, Nox," my mother said, her tone firm yet patient. "This training is not about relying on your mana or any elemental magic. This is about the sword. You will learn to fight with your body first."

Her words rang in my ears as I suppressed the urge to let my mana seep through my veins. I understood. I had to learn discipline, and that meant not relying on my usual crutches—my power.

I stopped the flow of lightning mana running through me, forcing myself to focus solely on the sword in my hand. I was here to learn, not to show off the depth of my powers. I turned my attention back to my mother, preparing myself for the next attack.

She came at me again, faster this time. Her sword crashed against mine with such force that I staggered back, my arms aching from the impact. The training room blurred around me as I barely managed to hold my position.

My muscles screamed in protest. I had been sword training for what felt like hours now, and the physical exhaustion was beginning to weigh on me. Despite my abilities from my past life, my body was still young and untrained. I couldn't rely on my previous life's experience alone.

My sword barely deflected the next strike. My arms shook with the effort, but my body was too weak. I was still a 4-year-old child, despite my previous life's training. The limitations of my body caught up with me, and I collapsed to one knee.

Mother's sword stopped inches from my face, her expression unreadable. She stood there, watching me for a moment, before stepping back.

"You're good for your age," she said, almost as if speaking to herself. "Better than I expected. But you're still just a child. Even with your past life's talents, your body is still growing. You need to learn control."

I didn't respond immediately. Her words stung a little. It was the first time I had felt the harsh limitations of my current form, but it was a reminder I needed.

I stood up slowly, wiping the sweat from my brow. My body was worn, and my mind was clouded with frustration. But there was one thing I was sure of: I would master this. I had to.

Later that day, after a quick nap and some rest, I found myself back in the training room. This time, I focused solely on my mana training. I was no longer in a physical state to spar, so I sank into a meditative state, calming my mind and focusing on refining my mana control.

I had already formed my first elemental ring—the void ring—but it was far from stable. And the rings for the other two elements, lightning and gravity, were still incomplete. The path ahead of me was long, but I had the knowledge from my past life to guide me.

I closed my eyes and reached deep into my core, focusing on the energy that resided there. I could feel the raw power of all three elements within me, swirling and thrumming in my core. I began with the void element, coaxing it to form a more solid ring around my mana core. The ring pulsed with energy, unstable yet full of potential. Slowly, I compressed the energy further, focusing on controlling its flow.

The sensation was strange and almost intoxicating. The void element responded to me, but it wasn't enough. I needed it to be more stable, to hold its shape. Each time I tried, the ring flickered and wavered, the energy threatening to spill out. But I persisted, slowing my breathing and calming my mind.

Once the void element's ring became more stable, I turned my focus to the lightning element. The crackling energy surged through my veins as I called upon the lightning within my core. It was wild and chaotic, not easy to contain. But just as with the void element, I focused on compressing the energy, slowly and steadily. I could feel the lightning swirling within its ring, still volatile, but a little more contained than before.

Finally, I reached for the gravity element. It was heavier, denser, and harder to control. Gravity responded differently from the others, tugging at my very being, trying to resist the compression. It wasn't easy, but I focused on the core concept: gravity is about control, about pulling things inward. Slowly, I began to form the third ring, grounding the energy and started solidifying it.

The process was slow and exhausting. My mind burned with the effort of focusing on all three elements at once. But I couldn't afford to stop. I had to solidify these rings and awaken the true potential of my mana core. The more I succeeded, the more the rings began to stabilize. It was an arduous task, but each ring I started to completed added to my confidence.

By the time evening settled over the estate, my training for the day was done. My body was sore from the sword training, and my mind was fatigued from the mana work. But I knew that each step forward was a victory. I had made progress.

There was still so much more to learn. The sword. The mana. My limits. And most of all, myself.