The Bastard Called Brave And The Former Fiancé, I Will Crush All Of Them Prologue

THIS IS EDITED MTL

One of the plain towns in the Great Kingdom of Westphalia.
The streets where similar buildings line up are still unchanged today.
In one of its nondescript and common buildings, the sound of a wooden sword clas.h.i.+ng against another wooden sword rang out.
“Ha ha!”
“Sweet っ っ っ ぱ っ た!”(I don't really understand this line.)
“Rowling!?"
“The spar is over! The winner is light!”
It is me, Light, Who spars against a girl called Lyrica who is a childhood friend of mine with a wooden sword.
In addition, we added another girlfriend Sére, a childhood friend, and three of us were learning about the way of the sword with our father.

“Light, Your habit of doing a big swing when you get impatient has vanished. It is in good condition.”
“Hehehe”
“But still, it is important not to take all the sword blows, but to use the body to evade”
“Yes”
My father is a former knight of the kingdom of Westphalia.
Currently He is doing a job as an engineer for the king's knights.
Caring for swords and armor, restoring a broken sword and so on. Because he was better than anyone of the maintenance workers, the head of the knight was asked to a.s.sign him to the maintenance work directly.
As a father, it seems that a maintenance work for him is much safer than a dangerous job that suits males and as such, he was pleased to change his job to maintenance work.
The time when we are free, is the time when we practice swordsmans.h.i.+p.
“Lyrica, you better not close your eyes. If you shut your eyes, you won't be able to see the sword! ”
“Yes······”
“But I have time, three years to be exact, to learn swordsman s.h.i.+p! ”
“Well …”

Lyrica is 8 years old as me.
Her silky black hair is waist length and are decorated with pretty ribbons. But her clothes were slightly rough and worn out but it couldn't hide the strong gentleness and feminity coming from her.
Her house is located very closely to our house, and as childhood friends we are never separated from each other except for when we are going to sleep.
When I started learning the way of sword at the very tender age of 5, I was only watching at first, but I began to learn together a year ago.
After watching my performance, my father said that I have a very good talent for the way of the sword. Suddenly I began to regret something.

“Sere is … really good?”
“Yes teacher”

Sere is a girl living next to my house. In other words, her house is lined up with my house.
She is a blonde with shoulder length hair and a cute face, however the clothes she wore were of a man's, nonetheless under her manly clothes were a fully fledged girl.
In both of her hands, she held a wooden sword, the so called dual wielding.
“Two are stronger than one, aren't they?”
“You're stupid, Sere is actually very weak!”
“Well, I'm not weak! I am stronger than Light!”
“Oh! Oh, you have not won over me even once!”
“I will win from now!”
“Come on, defeat me!”
My father strokes the head of Sere along with mine.
“Light, If one day Seire becomes strong, that day she will definitely be able to beat you, so be sure not to bunk training, and be strong as always! ”
“Naturally!”
“Sére, if you are concerned about your two swords, that's fine. Instead, get stronger enough to beat the light”
“Yes!”
“Of course, Lyrica too”
“Yes!”

This is our daily life.
We gather together, every day, and we play until the sunset.
When my father is present, we learn the way of the sword and repeat our mock-battles.
It was the daily life of me and Lyrica and Sere.
(Editor Note - This took a f.u.c.k ton of time to do, as it's my first time editing mtl)
(Disclaimer - I used various methods of mtl and then made it readable through editing, I am not at fault if somethings are misnamed.)