I have four fathers and four mothers.

They are the ones who picked me up as an abandoned child and raised me.

More than ten years ago, when I was still a baby, I was abandoned in the mountains where the Gods live.

I don't know why.

There was a famine that year, and wars were raging in the neighborhood.

Perhaps the famine had made it impossible to feed the children, or perhaps the war had caused extreme poverty, or perhaps it was both.

I was found by the all-powerful God Reus.

He had disguised himself as a farmer and found me on his way back from inspecting a town at the foot of the mountain.

As he walked along the riverbank in a tipsy mood, he found me drifting downstream from upstream.

I was being carried in a small boat, and I was crying quietly.

My cry was so natural, Reus said, that he almost let me go.

However, I was swept downstream but I did not fall into the waterfall.

Reus had saved me.

He transformed into a giant eagle, grabbed me, and flapped his wings into the sky.

We went straight to Table Mountain, the mountain where the Gods live, and he showed me to his friends.

Ronin, the God of Swords, looked into my face and said, "Why? Why is it, a human baby? I thought it would be a good side dish for sake."

He stroked his stubble and lamented. A bottle of wine in his hand.

The Goddess of Healing, Miria, said,"That's what men are like. Look at this cute little baby, he's like a marshmallow."

She takes me in her arms and smiles as she cradles me.

Vandal, the God of Magic, looked on in boredom.

He let out a squeaky voice.

"...... I don't like children. They're loud and selfish."

He took one look at my face and returned his gaze to the grimoire.

The three of them had different attitudes, but Reus, the Omnipotent god, knew. He knew that they liked me as a baby.

In fact, when Reus announced that he was going to raise this baby, they were reluctant, but they did not oppose him.

On the contrary, they began to come to me as a baby for any reason they could think of.

Ronin, the God of Swords, came to me after completing his daily routine of 10,000 strikes and whispered, "You have small hands. When you're a little older, I'll let you hold a sword and make you my apprentice. Soon you will be able to put out candles with your sword pressure."

Miria, the Goddess of Healing, finished her talk with the earth and came over to me and held me in her arms. (Side note: Why is a Goddess speaking with the Earth?)

"What an adorable baby. Oh, my maternal instincts are tingling."

As she says this, she pops out her breasts and tries to suckle(br**stfeed) me, but the goddess, who has never been pregnant, was unable to do so.

Giving up, she tucked her breasts away and kissed me on the cheek instead.

This is the world's kindest kid, and one day I will make him the world's best healer.

As Miria returns me to my cradle, Vandal, the God of Magic, arrives.

The old man with white hair looks bored.

He stares at me with a frown, then his expression drops and he makes a dumb face.

I squealed and laughed when I saw his face.

The old man's eyebrows lowered.

"...... you're a baby with a sense of humor.

The old man murmurs, then makes up his mind.

"Very well. Will you take this priest as my apprentice?

Vandal stares at me and murmurs.

"He will become the greatest sorcerer of all. He will be my successor."

I was thus favored by the three Gods.

Including the Omnipotent God who picked me up, there were four.

They will be my father, mother, and teacher.

They are selfish and self-centered people, but they become my strict but kind mentors.

They also gave me my name, and the four of them, who always fight over everything, unusually agreed on the naming.

They decided on my name in a single discussion without a fight.

This is how they saved my life and I got my name.

The Gods had given me a name.

"Will."

However, it would take some time before I would be able to perceive myself as Will.

After all, I was still a newborn baby.

The only special skill I had were crying and turning over.

There was nothing else I could do

Warning: This is machine translated. I'm not a native Japanese speaker so I apologize for any mistakes.

The Gods began to quarrel, when I would be able to perceive the name Will.

They began to have differences in their educational policies.

Reus, the Omnipotent God, who picked me up and who can transform into any creature, whose true form no one knows said this in the form of a stag.

"Will is a sweet kid. I want to raise him free and uninhibited. I want to raise him to be unrestrained on this mountain."

The rest of the gods agreed with this educational policy, but first Ronin, the Sword God, spoke.

He was like the Oriental God of Swords with an oriental samurai blade hung on his waist.(SN: I guess a katana)

Ronin raised his sword and said,"It's all well and good to let them grow up free and wild, but a man needs to be good with his hands. Especially swordsmanship. I want this boy to learn swordsmanship and become the best swordsman he can be."

And then he gives me a handmade wooden sword to hold. The young me swung the wooden sword with joy.

Miria, who was watching, took the wooden sword from me and hugged me.

"What are you talking about, you savage? This child will be surrounded by the animals of the mountain and become a healer to heal their wounds. He will live out his life peacefully as the world's beast healer. Swordsmanship is barbaric."

"What?"

"What?"

Ronin glared at Miria, but she had no goodwill towards him. She was the Goddess of Healing, but her abilities were comparable to the God of Swords.

And Miria, for a woman, was very strong-minded.

The Goddess of Healing, also known as the Goddess of Fertility, now lives in seclusion on this mountain, but in the days of the Gods, she took the lead against the Evil Gods and defeated many of them. She had nothing to fear of from the God of Swords.

An old man with a pointy hat and a pair of ship's eyes was watching them interact. He looks like a sorcerer, and in fact is a sorcerer.

His name is Vandal. He is the god of magic.

He had retreated to Table Mountain to study the truth of magic, buried under a mountain of books.

He is the type of researcher who is so devoted to magic that he says he only shaved his beard a few years ago, but he also has a few words to say about my education policy.

"He is clever and intelligent. I want him to be my successor. I want to train him to be the strongest and wisest man I can."

His voice was dry, but strong and full of determination.

In other words, the gods were divided in their educational policy.

Ronin, the God of Swords, who wants me to master swordsmanship.

The goddess Miria, who wants to turn me into a healer.

Vandal, the God of Magic, who wants me to pursue the path of magic.

None of them are ready to take a step back.

Sparks fly between the gods.

It's like a warehouse filled with gunpowder, but there's an intermediary.

It's the Omnipotent God Reus.

He is the master God who unites the Gods of Table Mountain.

He is a God of infinite beauty, but in the form of a stag, he said with a dignified expression and voice,"Don't fight in front of the child! If you fight any longer, I will take Will and leave for another world."

The three of them stopped their arguments, not because they were angry with Reus, but because they were afraid that their beloved child would be taken away from them.

--For a brief moment, Ronin makes a show of backing down, then casually places his wooden sword at my side, and the fight resumes.

Miria puts herbs near me, and Vandal puts his spell book. Vandal, who is a crafty old man, puts candy on top of the magic book, which made them both furious.

It looked like they were about to get into another fistfight, so Reus, the Omnipotent God, said, "I'm not going to let that happen again."

"Oh, come on, you guys. Why are you trying so hard to get your point across?

Ronin replies.

"That's because he's cute, Reus, and I want him to follow in my footsteps. I mean, he's a great swordsman. I'm sure he'll be able to protect himself in the future."

Miria replied.

"I agree with the first part perfectly. But what will protect her is her kind heart. It is the ability to heal others that will be his bread and butter."

Vandal nodded.

"You're right. But it is knowledge that will save him. Knowledge of all things is what will make him happy."

I know that each of you love him, but if we continue like this, we'll never get anywhere.

With that in mind, Reus declares.

"All right. If that's what you want, then so be it. But no fighting is allowed. If you do, I'll take Will away from you."

Reus looked beat.

"Will's education will be on a daily basis. Each of you will take turns."

He announced.

"What does that mean?"

Goddess Miria asks.

"That's exactly what I meant. Each of you'll children will educatd the child. That is, Ronin will teach him swordsmanship, Milia will teach him healing, and Vandal will teach him magic."

When the Gods heard those words.

"I didn't know that was possible!"

The Gods looked at each other.

When Reus saw the look on his face, he said.

"This is it. This child will receive the best education from the most powerful Gods. He will grow up to be an adult, but I wonder what kind of adult he will be when he does."

I wonder what he will be like when he grows up.

He may have better swordsmanship than the God of Swords, more healing power than the Goddess of Healing, and more magical power than the God of Magic.

Or he could be a half-hearted adult who is no better than Ronin in swordsmanship, no better than Miria in healing, and no better than Vandal in magic.

But none of that mattered.

The important thing is what kind of person this child, Will, will become.

As for me, I wanted him to a strong mind rather than a strong body.

He wanted him to have a strong heart that would not yield to any strong enemy, a heart of justice that would not allow evil, and a heart of mercy that would show mercy to the weak.

As long as he had those things, I didn't care if he became the weakest man in the world.

Although he was determined to raise Will in this way, Reus' fears were unfounded within a few years.

In the process of growing from a baby to an infant, Will shows glimpses of extraordinary strength.

One day, Ronin, the God of Swords, was training Will, teaching him swordsmanship from morning till night, he said jokingly,"Will, if you cut through that giant tree in front of you, I'll give you the dagger you've always wanted."

"Really?" Will was delighted and immediately started to tear down the huge tree.

Like Ronin, he tried to produce a sword flash from the tip of his sword, but it was not so easy.

--It wasn't something that would come out, but Will swung his wooden sword three times, imitating Ronin, and then produced a sword flash from the end of the wooden sword.

The golden flash from the wooden sword hit the huge tree.

The giant tree shattered.

Ronin, who had been watching, said, "Well done. I'll give you the dagger as promised," he said, handing it to Will.

Will is delighted and goes to show off the dagger to his friends in the mountains - the animals.

Then the Goddess of Healing appears. She stood beside Ronin and complimented Will.

"Will is so talented. He's not only a great healer, but also a top-notch swordsman."

Of course, she would make him a healer but Ronin hadn't heard that. Or more accurately, he ignored her.

He was surprised at Will's tremendous talent.

Ronin said to himself as he walked to where the tree had been.

"...... I told him to cut down the tree, didn't I?　　I told him to cut down the tree, and he cut it down.

Ronin smiles as he grasps the piece of wood that has become a splinter.

Miria wanted him to be a healer and Vandal wanted him to be a sorcerer, but Ronin wanted Will to be the strongest swordsman he could find.

When he saw Will's extraordinary talent, he renewed his determination.

Will turned out to be a gifted swordsman, but he was also a gifted healer.

In the spring of my fifth year, I ran around the mountains.

Together with his wolf and bear friends, he fights against the monsters.

Take the lead and fight to protect your friends.

The Green Ogre was a green monster that invaded the mountains and devoured the animals in the forest.

The Green Ogre is a monster that invades the mountains and devours the animals in the forest. No, it doesn't just eat them, it slaughters the weak animals. It kills more animals than it needs to, to satisfy its taste for cruelty.

We can't allow such a monster to exist.

I readied the mithril dagger Ronin had given me and set about destroying the green ogre.

At first, Schultz, a quick wolf, restrained the ogre, and when there was an opening, I jumped into its pocket and struck it with a deadly blow.

With a single blow, I blew away his opponent's rusty sword, but it doesn't end there. The ogre has monstrous physical strength.

It swings its arm like a log, but it is caught by a bear bee.

The bear bee is the most powerful weapon in the mountains.

I walk around to the back while the bear bees hold my opponent in place.

I then ****** the silver dagger into the neck of my opponent.

There's no hesitation. I could smell the blood on this ogre. It was evidence of the many creatures it had killed.

The ogre collapsed, groaning.

Thus I won the battle, but when I saw it, there was blood flowing from Schultz's back, who was the first to restrain and nail the Oger's gaze onto himself. He seems to have received a blow from the ogre.

I put my hand on the wounded wolf's back and cast a healing spell.

Schultz the wolf's body glowed green and his wounds healed.

"Wow!"

The animals praised.

"I learned this from my mother, Miria. She wants me to be a healer."

The animals said that it was a good idea, they wanted me to be a healer and protect them.

"Yeah, that sounds great. But Ronin wants me to be a swordsman."

"Why don't you be a healer and a swordsman?"

"Yes. That's what they call a Paladin(Holy Knight)."

"Then I guess you'll be a Paladin in the future.

Schultz the wolf smiles, but I chuckle.

"Vandal wants to make me a sorcerer, though. He makes me read thick textbooks and history books every day."

"You don't like to study?"

"No way. I love it almost as much as I love swinging a sword."

"Then I'm torn. I'll have to master the sword, magic, and healing."

"Yes."

"By the way, what do you call a person who has mastered all three?"

I made a puzzled face and posed as if I did not know.

"If it's only swords and magic, there's the name of a Magic Swordsman, but there's no name for someone who has mastered the sword, magic, and healing."

"Hmm, then you've no choice but to make it yourself or you didn't have that idea."

"Yes, how about the name 'Hero'? It's cool, isn't it?"

"A hero. ...... yeah, that's cool. But my dad, Vandal, told me that heroes are born with bruises. I'm not sure if it's a good thing or not."

I look around my own body, but there are no bruises anywhere.

However, Schultz said without concern.

"Brave(hero) is not a profession, it's a title. My father used to say that a Brave man is one who stands in front of something weaker than himself and defends the weak with all his might. In other words, Will, you are a Brave man now. You are the Hero of Table Mountain."

"I see, ......, you're right. Yeah, well, I'm the hero of Table Mountain."

I chewed on the word "Brave" again.

And as I sank my teeth into my lungs.

"I am the Hero of Table Mountain!"

I shouted.

The words echoed throughout the mountain.

Miria, the Goddess of Healing, shed a tear when she heard him.

She was deeply moved by the splendid growth of Will.

Will, who had been a baby until the other day, had grown up so well.

Moreover, he had become an excellent user of healing magic.

Will had even mastered the Advanced Magic "Instant Recovery".

Of course, it was Miria who had taught him, but she had not expected him to be able to use it at his age.

Will's talent as a healer might be equal to that of the Legendary Saint whom Miria had once taught healing magic.

No, even she would not have been able to use "Instant Recovery" at this age.

That's how outstanding Will's talent was.

Miria was looking forward to the future, but she had one worry.

A cute Will is reflected in Miria's eyes.

"I mean, he's too cute. If he keeps this up, he'll be courted by princesses all over the world."

Will's appearance was as cute as a girl's.

Not only that, but the boy was stronger and gentler than anyone else, a source of pride for Miria.

Miria transcribed Will's image onto a piece of photographic paper and vowed to show him off at the meeting of the Gods.

There was a meeting of the Healing Gods nearby.

She planned to be as silly as possible there.