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mana into my legs and
dashed forward with both my hands gripping the wooden sword on my right…

 
    Keeping his smug look, Adam
prepared to block my horizontal swing when I feinted and used a special
footwork I developed in my old world that I used for dueling.  Almost
instantly, I blinked a foot diagonally to his right. Curse this body. I couldn’t
perfectly execute the skill because of the height and weight difference
compared to my old body.  I wasn’t used to this 40 pound, 110cm. body.
 While I didn’t reach the area I was aiming for, unfortunately for Adam,
he already prepared his wooden stick to block my horizontal swing from the
other direction so his right side was open.

 
    His smug look all but vanished and
was replaced by a look of surprise with his eyes opening wide, realizing what’s
about to happen.

 
    Swinging my wooden sword to his
open ribcage, I reinforced my wooden sword with mana at the last moment to
conserve my mana because I knew I was definitely at a disadvantage against a
veteran like him.

 
    The look of surprise on Adam all
but lasted a split second before he pivoted his right foot with an almost
inhuman speed.  I squatted in time to dodge his upward swing and switched
my stance from a thrust to a spinning swipe and landed a blow on his left ankle
using all my momentum.  His ankle gave out at that moment, throwing Adam
off balance.

 
    Or so I thought.

 
    He actually did a full on splits
and did a roundhouse sweep with his legs as soon as he was on the ground.

 
    This body won’t be able to take a
hit like that so I jumped up to dodge his legs when, from my peripheral view, I
saw the flash of brown from his wooden stick.

 
    With no time to use the blade to
block the swing, I thrust the pommel of my sword, timing it so Adam’s wooden
stick and the end of my handle would clash.

 
    Newton’s Third Law of Motion
suddenly came into mind.

 
    For every action, there is an equal
and opposite re-action

 
    And boy was the opposite re-action
painful.  While I did block the blow successfully, my 4-year-old body
couldn’t withstand the force of the blow and I flew before gracefully skidding
on the ground like a flat rock on a lake.

 
    Thankfully, I reinforced my whole
body before I took the blow or I would’ve seriously gotten hurt.

 
    Groaning, I sat myself up and
rubbed my throbbing head.  I look up, only to see seven stupefied faces
staring at me.

 
    My mother recovered first, shaking
her head.  She rushed towards me and immediately mumbled a healing spell
around my body.

 
    “Art honey, are you okay? How do
you feel?”

 
    “I’m fine Mom, don’t worry.”

 
    Adam’s voice cuts in, “Haven’t
taught him how to fight my ass! How the hell did you train this little
monster?”

 
    “I didn’t teach him that,” my
father managed to mutter.

 
    He shook himself out of the stupor
and came next to me and asked if I was okay.  I just nodded my head.

 
    He picked me up and gently put me
back down where I was sitting before and squatted down in front of me so he was
eye level.

 
    “Art, where did you learn to fight
like that?”

 
    Deciding to feign ignorance, I
said, putting on my most innocent face, “I learned by reading books and
watching you dad.”

 
    I don’t think saying, “Hey dad, I
was the King Duelist representing my country from a world where diplomatic and
international issues are settled in battles.  I just happened to be
reincarnated as your son… Surprise,” would get a great reaction from him.

 
    “Sorry for roughing you up there
little buddy.  I didn’t expect I would need to use that much strength to
get you off me.”

 
    Seeing Adam apologize gave me a
better impression of him.  I guess he wasn’t a total jerk.

 
    I hear a faint voice from my side.
 “Your fighting style is… unique.  How did you do that step after the
feint?”

 
    Wow! Two complete sentences! That
was the