5 years later.

Life went on and all was well. Well almost. It’s kinda funny watching your parents scratch their heads over how to deal with a genius among geniuses. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed life to its fullest however now I was doing things no normal five year old would do. After all, which five year old would already start cultivating and physical tempering. Every morning I would awaken, go for breakfast and then proceed to do laps around the manor. At first it started off as just me running the laps, but a year ago when I started to hit the thirty lap range the, some of the household guards started joining in. Soon even Christof the head guard was running with us. Then not too long after since he noticed that those joining in the training seemed to be more alert and had better stamina this became standardized for household guard training.

Eventually I even included different obstacle courses – yeah I filched it from my former world Earth – I used to be a bit of a military otaku and I’m still proud of it. Needless to say, the household guard didn’t even complete the course even once. Even Christof only made it two thirds of the way through. I managed to complete the course at least three times before I noticed everyone on the ground groaning in agony.

“Eh, shouldn’t you guys be better than this?” I asked Christof who was the only one still on his feet, albeit barely.

Christof dropped to his knees in front of me when he noticed that I was barely sweating even after going thru my obstacle course over three times.

“Young Master Hiro, we have shamed you. We the household guard can’t even keep up with you.” said Christof with tears running down his eyes. “I beg you to please guide us.”

I looked him over and frowned. “Christof, when are the next war games to be held?”

“Three months young Master.”

“And how many times has the household guard won these war games?” I asked as I tapped my chin with my finger.

“Never, young Master.” Came the reply so softly that if it wasn’t for my advanced hearing I wouldn’t have heard it.

“Speak up man! I can’t hear you!” I yelled at him.

“NEVER YOUNG MASTER!” he shouted.

“Good!” I replied to see his jaw drop, but I didn’t stop there. “Now do you want to win?”

“Y..yes?” he stuttered.

“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!! DO YOU WANT TO WIN?” I shouted down at him. It was a lucky thing that he was on his knees and essentially sitting in *seiza*, otherwise with my five year old height I would never have been able to pull off that *Sergeant* mode on him.

“YES YOUNG MASTER!”

I looked around at the rest of the household guards who by now had managed to pull themselves together and were all standing while looking on.

“And what do the rest of you feel about this? No, don’t answer yet. Ask yourselves first, do you want to win and what are you willing to do to win? Then if you’re willing to have me train you, then everyone in formation NOW!”

It took a bit since as household guards they had never done military training before but after a few minutes I had a twenty by twenty grouping of guards all standing at attention.

“Christof, a large box for me to stand please. I’m going to need to see everyone.”

He ran off and soon returned with a 4x3 box which allowed me to stand over everyone there.

“All right, this is your last chance. If anyone doesn’t want to listen to a five year old child then please feel free to leave now and cross over to the tree over to your right. There will be no repercussions; you will keep your job and your wages. But understand this, anyone who stays will have to listen to everything I say.” I waited for about ten minutes but no one left the formation. “All right times up! Welcome to hell!” I smiled

Suddenly all four hundred of the household guards felt a shiver run down their spine when they saw the smiling face of the young master. Even Christof swallowed as he felt that he’d gotten them all in way over their heads.