[The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials feels sorry because she seems very hungry.]

(Note: changed this god from The Troubled Skyscraper Architect to The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials since the infinite tower is a staple arc in this type of work, it fits better.)

I was just curious to see what kind of sweets my mother had prepared, but.

[The World-building God is hushing and making a fuss for the gods to be quiet.]

[The Scales that Judges the Soul raises the topic that there is a sad story behind the picnic lunch box of the transmigrator.]

What?

A sad story was suddenly overlaid on my gaze as I looked at the picnic basket.

[The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance listens carefully.]

[The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials listens carefully.]

[The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things blinks.]

[The Scales that Judges the Soul when the transmigrator was in the 3rd grade of elementary school]

No, why are you suddenly talking about those days?

In the meantime, my past history was been unraveled.

[The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials laments.]

[The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things understands your gaze.]

[The Harsh Commentator who adjusts the balance cracks down on his tongue.]

Seeing the gods react so seriously makes me a little embarrassed. It was nothing that serious.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, there was a picnic, and it was the first one I had after losing my family. As the whole school went to the same place, my lunch box was a little compared to my cousin-sister.

I bought the basic kimbap and dumplings sold at Kimbap Heaven and put them in a black bag, while my cousin packed a hotel-style, high-quality catering lunch.

In addition, my aunt gave pretty and delicious homemade snacks to the classmates in my cousins class. It was a roll of cake-shaped cotton candy with the flavors and colors of various fruits added.

At that time, my cousins homeroom teacher kept one packed snack and secretly gave it to me.

But not knowing how she found out, my cousin came to our class and made a fuss to give it back because she didnt want to give it to me. It was hard to receive many glances because of the commotion, so I reluctantly returned it.

My life was rough, really.

I realized once again that I was not in a position to curse about the pushover free pass.

With a sigh, I arrived at the pond garden inside the Counts Castle. My family sat around a bench table cut in half and opened the picnic basket. A dinner that blew away all my cluttered thoughts was unveiled.

Wow!

Butter pancakes with a savory smell, grilled goose, pork dumplings full of cheese, sweet-baked blueberry muffins, and raspberry juice that can spread freshness in your mouth!

It looks so delicious!

Dads the best!

Hm!

My proud father ripped off the leg of the main dish, roasted goose, and took care of Mom first.

Elthea, its your favorite part.

Oh my gosh, Leo, you are really.

Wait. Ill cut it for you to eat. ah-.

Ah-.

Did you swallow? Then take a bite of the pancakes.

Yes, ah-.

Im so glad you ate well. Why arent you eating, guys? Go ahead and eat.

Yes.

I and Frintz answered without energy, realizing that we were pushed to second place.

I feel like I lost my father.

Dad was originally Moms, brother.

The rest of the leg was left for Dad to eat, and I tore off the wings.

Eat this, brother.

Thanks. Ill also take care of yours.

Yes. Lets take care of ourselves.

Yes, Eli.

Thanks to this, I reaffirmed our sibling loyalty and friendship, so I dont think it was bad.

I and Frintz competitively ate the food, boasting our subspace inventory-like stomachs. When I was resting while pounding my tummy, Dad announced in an exciting and proud voice.

Eli, Frintz. Mom has prepared a special snack for you.

Wow!

Wow!

The long-awaited snack reveal has come.

Dont expect too much.

While Mom was coughing with a red face, Dad took out a snack, and at that moment my eyes got bigger.

Cotton candy?

I was stunned because I didnt know I would see it here.

Ta-da! Mom made fairy cotton! Isnt it amazing?

Fairy cotton was another name for cotton candy.

I-Is this is fairy cotton?

It seems that Dad didnt crack down on Frintzs reaction.

Moms work was, to be fair, more like a devils cotton than a fairys. That was because the blackened sugar was thickly entangled like a hook. Mom also hesitated to say whether it bothered her.

I thought it would be easy, but it was harder than I thought. I tried it last night because Eli wanted to eat it in her sleep..

It seems that the habit of talking at night is still there. Im sure I cursed my cousin a lot in my sleep. Even so, Mom decided to cook it because of my sleep talking.

I felt a little, no, quite strange.

ThatWellI can make it better next time. Dont force yourself to eat.

I came to my senses when I saw Mom hiding the cotton candy behind her back in a sulky mood.

Its not the time to be absent-minded.

Mom.

Yes, Eli.

Give it to me. I really wanted to eat it.

Really?

Yes!

I took a big bite of the cotton candy. It tasted more like dalgona candy than cotton candy. A dalgona that was burned black, but even so.

Its delicious, really.

It was the best cotton candy Ive ever eaten.

It was even tastier than the cotton candy I bought, with the money I asked my family for while being called cheap and disgraceful, when I came home from the picnic in the third grade of elementary school.

Thank you, Mom.

Eli.

What are you doing, brother? Its really delicious! Im going to eat it all by myself.

Oh, ah, no! Please give it to me too!

The story of my past life related to picnic lunch boxes and handmade snacks was likely to be overlaid with todays pleasant memories.

The afternoon schedule remained as the habitual training.

<Cadet Ellet, this instructor was very disappointed.>

W-Why? Gasp, gasp, gasp.

After running five laps in a row on the Iron Man obstacle course, I was catching my breath.

These days, physical training was carried out with sandbags on both legs, so the difficulty has increased. Agnes, who was embodied in the air, folded her arms and revealed the reason for her disappointment.

<Even though you practiced so hard, you couldnt overcome the fever and had to lie down for 2 days again.>

It was a month ago, why are you bringing this up now.No, more than that, thats not something that can be overcome by working hard

<Such weak thoughts! Thats the problem.>

Sniff, she doesnt let me say anything.

<I think it would be better to pay attention to not only physical but also mental training.>

!

I was instinctively a little afraid of The Vaticans 1st hit Hell Instructors mental training.

<For that reason, the Cadet should have additional training from today.>

Gulp.

Unknowingly, I swallowed his dry saliva, but Agnes smirked and loosened her expression.

<Lets do the Minds eye meditation.>

(Note: the word is - Deep Heart Way or Zen for some religions. In wuxia, it can also allude to closed cultivation. Since only meditation is lackluster, I used Minds Eye to specify it. If anyone has a better word, Ill take it anytime. lol)

Huh? Really? We are really doing it?

My eyes sparkled.

Learning Minds Eye means that we are finally starting to get used to Aura.

<Yes, we can start to learn it slowly. Sit down.>

Yes!

It was a rare theory class after a long time.

<Minds eye meditation refers to the practice of feeling the presence of Aura, understanding the flow, and gathering it to form a core. For Aura users, it can be said to be the most basic act akin to breathing, and since there are several types of meditation, the nature of the Aura that can be operated on the core varies depending on which method is used.>

The main difference is the color, right? I like white. Normal things are also very beautiful.

<We have the same taste. However, color is only a secondary issue, and it is more important to build an Aura suitable for the chosen swordsmanship. If you learn a fire-type Aura meditation method, but later change the method because your sword technique matches the icy nature, Auras with different temperaments may collide. In severe cases, the core may be destroyed.>

Ugh.

<Of course, what I just said is a very extreme example. Its not difficult to switch unless youve learned quite a bit of special swordsmanship and meditation techniques. Depending on the person, several types can also be mixed and used in moderation.>

Lets raise the question.

Is there any method that suits Instructor Agnes whip-sword technique?

<Yes. You have to learn how to push your senses to the limit. It doesnt collide with other Auras, but it doesnt convert either.>

This means that you have to separately train for whip-sword only.

<You said you wanted to learn the whip-sword, but you cant decide your career path just yet. So, it would be better to learn a basic method like everyone else.>

Yes.

I didnt complain. Because Agnes, a professional educator, made all decisions with me in mind.

In addition, accumulating a regular Aura thats not used for the whip-sword does not mean that its useless. When using swordsmanship and whip, I can use a regular Aura.

<Ill show you a demonstration.>

What Agnes taught me was the Ragnar Bless Method, and it was the most basic method that paladin trainees in the Holy Country learned.

<Did you understand? Follow after me.>

Yes.

Even if you master this and feel the Aura, it does not mean that you will awaken it. It takes a tremendous amount of practice just to feel, understand the flow, and attract it.

Those who have awakened are people who could form a core that accumulates aura inside their body.

It takes a long time for that. So, Im really grateful for the help of the system.

If I achieve Rigid Body Lv.50 and Sword Skill of the same level, I will awaken the Aura immediately. So, to be honest, I didnt really need to practice meditation right now. After the system awakens the Aura, its only necessary to increase the available aura capacity

While I was thinking of that.

[<System> Ragnar Bless Meditation Lv.1 in progress. Start accumulating aura.]

Dalgona cookie! I can even feel the taste!