Fantasy Family Simulator (FFS)

The next morning, Rhett stepped out of his room in high spirits. The night before, after conducting three rounds of [Real Simulation] and reducing his Fate Points to a stable value of 15, he had confirmed that the breakthroughs made during simulations could indeed be carried over into reality. This was likely due to the changes occurring at the mental level.

As he descended the stairs, deep in thought, Rhett realized that this meant as long as he had enough Fate Points, he could speed up the process of breaking through mental bottlenecks in reality. Although this would require a considerable amount of Fate Points, given that breaking through bottlenecks usually required tedious meditation to slowly chip away at them, this discovery was a significant advantage. Unlike the straightforward increase of mental power, which could be assisted by potions, there were no alchemical aids for breaking through bottlenecks. Rhett had already prepared himself for the possibility of a significant consumption of Fate Points in the future.

Even though each day's Real Simulation only made a small impact on the bottleneck, compared to others who had to rely solely on their talent and the quality of their meditation techniques, Rhett saw this as a valuable shortcut, one that left him quite satisfied.

"Master, you seem to be in an excellent mood. Would you like a glass of blueberry juice?" Sveta, the butler, noticed Rhett coming downstairs and quickly approached.

"No, I have other matters to attend to."

"Wishing you success, Master," Sveta said as he watched Rhett leave the castle.

As the door swung open, sunlight spilled in, illuminating Rhett's golden hair. He squinted against the light, thinking, Spring is on its way.

"Ha!"

At the back of the knight training ground, a row of brand-new targets had been set up over the past few days. However, standing in the center of the field were still Tadel and Kuls. After several days of communication and adjustment, the instructors had finalized the training schedule. Tadel and Kuls were responsible for sword and shield training in the morning, while Frano and Lorin handled archery and ranger training in the afternoon. Once a trainee broke through to become a full-fledged knight, they could then choose to specialize in either close combat or the ranger path, and begin more focused, all-day training.

Tadel maintained his strict approach, correcting the movements of the thirteen trainee knights.

"Hold still for another ten minutes!" Kuls barked, his voice cutting through the morning air.

"You, raise your arm a bit higher."

"And you, don't stick your butt out!"

"Hmm? Briso, straighten your shoulders. Don't think I can't tell when you're slacking off. If I catch you trying that again, I'll report your behavior to the lord!" Kuls sharply reprimanded a young trainee, giving his shoulder a hard slap.

"I... I won't do it again," Briso stammered, his eyes wide with fear as he immediately corrected his posture.

Kuls continued his rounds, stopping next in front of a trainee named Miguel. "Miguel, steady your arms. Control your breathing."

"Hmm, good job, Laurence. Your posture is excellent, and your breathing is steady. Everyone else should aim to match Laurence!" Kuls said approvingly as he observed Laurence's form.

Finally, Kuls reached Taylor. His expression softened as he addressed the young man. "Taylor, it's your first day of training. Don't push yourself too hard. If it gets to be too much, take a break."

Tadel joined in, walking over from the side. "Remember, balancing rest and training is key to staying healthy."

"Whew, I understand. I think I can keep going!" Taylor panted, holding a small wooden sword steady in front of him. The stone hanging from the sword's tip was noticeably smaller than those of the other trainees. Sweat dripped down his face and neck, making him itch with the urge to scratch, but he resisted.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew by, cooling him down and drying the sweat on his neck. Taylor felt a burst of renewed energy.

Then, a voice came from behind him. "Taylor, you're doing great! Keep it up! When your body starts to falter, your will is your greatest weapon!"

Taylor's eyes widened in surprise. His father was right behind him!

"Master, your words are so insightful!" Tadel chimed in.

"Every word is golden. I'm sure young Taylor can keep going!" Tadel praised.

While attending to Rhett, Kuls kept an eye on the other trainees. Suddenly, he barked out another correction, "Monsk, stop shaking your legs! If your stance is unstable, work harder to strengthen your foundation!"

Rhett glanced over and saw a burly young man whose legs were trembling slightly. Under Kuls' stern command, the tremors gradually lessened until he stood firm.

Ten minutes later, Taylor felt as though an eternity had passed. The moment he relaxed his grip, the wooden sword and stone fell to the ground, and he stumbled back before regaining his balance.

Tucker, who had been practicing his own techniques on the other side of the field, came over, having reached a critical point in his training. Seeing Taylor soaked in sweat as if he had just taken a bath, Tucker grinned and gave him a thumbs up. "Haha, you lasted longer than I expected!"

Taylor, despite his exhaustion, was spurred on by the comment and raised his chin defiantly. "Hmph, like I need you to tell me that!"

Rhett smiled slightly, placing both hands on Taylor's shoulders. "This was a good start today. Keep up the hard work. By the way, I asked Maru to prepare a roast lamb. It should be ready by now..."

Taylor's eyes lit up. "Really, Father?"

Before the words had fully left his mouth, Taylor felt a gust of wind as Tucker took off running ahead of him.

Taylor's expression shifted, and he quickly chased after his brother. "Wait for me, big brother!"

...

That afternoon, after another intense round of magic training that left his mental energy completely drained, Rhett decided not to meditate for a quick recovery. Instead, he headed to the deeper part of the training grounds.

At the archery range, Lorin was holding a bow, explaining the basics of archery to the trainees, while Frano observed each of the trainee knights, assessing their physical and mental states. It was the couple's first time conducting training since recovering from their injuries, and they were still getting used to it.

Noticing Rhett at the entrance, Frano's eyes lit up, and he quickly approached.

"Good afternoon, my lord," Frano greeted with a smile. "Lorin is currently explaining the basics of archery, but it seems we're running low on arrows."

"Hmm, that is a problem." Rhett frowned thoughtfully for a moment, then decided to ask for Frano's opinion. "You're familiar with archery—do you have any suggestions?"

"My lord, I do have a few ideas," Frano replied, glancing back at the wooden swords in the trainees' hands before continuing. "After speaking with Kuls and Tadel, I learned that the training swords you had purchased are made from a special material called rock ironwood. Perhaps we could..."

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