The General process of finding a tutor for a prince is quite simple.
Its Just like a Job application, At first Nobles from different Noble Families are required to sent a formal application letter along with the chosen tutor's Information or Qualifications, Basically a medieval CV and a cover letter.
Then, Among those application The nobles that stand out are filtered. Now, among the chosen tutors, if it becomes hard to choose a single one for the job, then An interview is conducted and a suitable Tutor is chosen among.
Why do Noble go through all this trouble to teach a kid, you asked?
Well Duh, the kid is a Fucking Prince. Becoming a prince's Royal tutor is a badge of honor that nobles can brag about to other nobles, they can also form close connection with the Royal Family and last but not least, They get to teach or 'mold' a future possible king from an early age and form a bond.
This is also why, in most cases tutors are chosen from families who are trustworthy and are absolutely Loyal to the Royal Family.
In case of the other princes and princess, I guess, the choice has already been made by their mothers. Their tutors will almost certainly come from their maternal Duke and Grand Duke families.
Well, I will see when the time comes. And besides...
I looked at my two instructors. Given the adventurers, The king has brought for me, I doubt he will be a cheapskate when choosing a Tutor for me.
'You guys love me too much to kick me out'
A memory of a scene in a modern kitchen flashed in my mind.
Ugh... why am I remembering that conversation right now. Fuck. Forget it. forget it.
"Right... you're still just a kid. I almost forgot," Vivi whispered, her gaze lingering on my small frame as if trying to reconcile my age with my magical output.
Am i that talented ? talented enough for her to forget my age ?
"Anyway," Vivi said, snapping her fingers. In a ripple of distorted space—a high-level storage spell—an object materialized in the air. "Catch it!"
She threw the item toward me with surprising velocity. "Take your stance!"
caught the object mid-air. My fingers wrapped around the familiar grip of a wooden practice sword. Because I had spent the entire morning drilling slashes in the garden, my body didn't wait for my brain to catch up.
I transitioned into a low, coiled stance instinctively, with my sword aiming at Boran.
"So ? Boran, what do you think ?" Vivi asked Boran curiously.
"Hmm..." Boran hummed, his orange eyes tracing the line of my shoulders and the placement of my feet. "Magic is not the only thing he is good at, It seems" Boran said after looking at my stance.
"Is that so ?" Vivi said in a little surprised voice.
"Yes it's not a perfect stance from an adult's viewpoint but it is very suitable for his body" he looked at Vivi, held out his hand towards her and said "Give it!"
"Take it then" a bigger wooden sword emerged in her hands and she threw it to Boran.
"Alright, let's start now, kid!" He said with an excited smile of a beast who just found his new plaything.
"Careful now!" Vivi warned, her black eyes narrowing. "Don't you dare take it too far. He's six, Boran, not an immortal."
"I know, I know" he chuckled, testing the weight of the heavy wood. "I can also be gentle ...sometimes ? Right ?"
He Is talking about Sparring! Just about Sparring. Important things must be said twice for the sake of Clarity.
since there are some degenerates who might think of something else.
These two are far too obsessed with the pursuit of absolute power to care about anything as distracting as romance. To them, the only "love" in this arena was the love of a perfect strike.
"Alright, Tyler," Boran said, his aura suddenly expanding, making the air in the Thirteenth Field feel thick and heavy. "The first step of real training is self-evaluation. Both You and Us need to know exactly what you are capable of—and even more importantly, what you are not."
He settled into a loose, terrifyingly relaxed stance. "So, let's get to it. Don't wait for an invitation. Attack!"
I lunged forward at full speed, my boots kicking up a spray of sand as I aimed a sharp, clinical stab at his midsection.
CLANG
Or at least, I "tried" to. Before my wooden blade could even graze the fabric of his tunic, Boran's sword moved in a blur, deflecting my strike with a flick of his wrist. The vibrations traveled up my arm, rattling my teeth.
The height difference was a tactical nightmare. Standing at barely three-and-a-half feet tall, my targets were limited to his legs and stomach. Anything higher required me to leave the ground—and for a six-year-old, a mid-air attack was a death trap of lost momentum.
I didn't stop. I kept pivoting, cycling through my limited options, slashing at his knees and stabbing at his waist. But it was like fighting a mountain that could move. As expected from an SSS-rank powerhouse, Boran deflected every single one of my attacks with the bored ease of someone swatting a fly. He moved as if he were reading a script of my movements written seconds in the future.
"I gotta say, brat. You're quite good for a kid, but..." Boran trailed off, his orange eyes boring into mine.
Frustrated by the ground-level stalemate, I decided to take the risk. I planted my foot and propelled myself into the air for a vertical slash. It was a desperate gambit to reach his shoulder.
WHAM
The deflection was brutal. Boran didn't even swing; he just positioned his blade like a wall. The impact sent me spinning backward through the air until I landed hard on my butt, the breath knocked out of me.
"Your attacks are too predictable," Boran said, leaning the sword against his shoulder. "Every move you make is a straight line. You're fast, sure, but you didn't use a single feint. Not one. Do you think swordsmanship is just about hitting things? Cunningness is just as much needed as sharpness, kid."
I sat in the sand, my chest heaving. He was right. I had been so focused on the mathematical problem of the 'Height Gap' that I'd defaulted to the most direct, efficient strikes. I was treating the spar like an mathematical problem rather than a psychological game. I was playing chess with only my pawns.