After such trivial matters, I finally enter the Center Guild.

　It seems that the brave selection meeting is held at the training grounds in the Center Guild building.
　I remember when I was sent out to be an examiner for the A-level promotion exam, it was held there too.

　That was five years ago, and I miss everything.

　Now, at the age of six, I give my son, who is challenging the heroic selection committee, another word of encouragement.

Well, just think of it as a memorial. If you think you are in danger, give up immediately. Neither the judges nor your competitors will take you seriously against a child, so...
'What?　We're going to win, okay?　I'll be brave, okay?

　Where does this confidence come from, son?

　Seriously, I'm not sure if it's appropriate for such a child to participate in the tournament, but in principle, there are no fixed rules for the brave selection committee.

　If I had to name one, it would be that he has to be of the human race.

　I've heard that Arantzill, who we know well, became a brave after winning the selection meeting without belonging to an adventurer's guild, so anything is possible.

You'll be watching, dad!　I want to see me do great things!
There's so much more to it than that.

　My son is on his way to the venue.

　I wanted to see him as closely as possible, and I was also worried about him, so I stood by at the perimeter of the venue so that I could rush to him as soon as possible if anything happened.

　I hope it will end without any problems....

Hmmm........isn't this a good development.......?

　I was on the edge of my seat, worried about my son, and then an extra guy appeared.

　It's Gandomiraff, or is this guy the mastermind behind the whole thing?

You're the one who sent my kid that weird invitation, aren't you?
''Gubo-hoo!''

　At any rate, I punched him in the stomach as a greeting.
　My fist dug into my pigeon tail.

"Goooo.........?　Goo-boo-boo-boo..............　It's all a straightforward route to my glory.

　He still talks like a winner, leaking stomach juices from his mouth.
　Maybe he has more guts than he thought?

My good men have already made inquiries. You've been a troubled boy.
No. Aren't all of your children cute?
''If such a child of mine becomes a brave person, you can't afford not to support him. As you already know, I was the one who recommended that child to the brave selection committee!　Grandson of the great hero Arantzill!　Talent and fame are the best of both worlds!　My insights on finding this out will be known and will be one of the factors in getting elected to the board!　..........

　I dug my fist into my pigeon tail again.
　I'm not going to let my child be a pawn in your power!

The only way to do that is to support the kid who has now become a hero. You're going to join me!　Aren't your own children lovely?　You're not qualified to call yourself a parent if you don't help them. And you'll have to help me back that kid off the board, too.

　It was a vicious trick, I thought.

　I knew from the first glance that Gandomirahu was a lowlife, but his eyes are not just a lowlife.
　If he didn't know how much I doted on my son, he wouldn't have been able to pull off such a scheme.

　He's worked out every detail about me down to my private life.

　It was an evil plan that was unlikely to be able to be done by a stupid son who only relies on his parents' seventh sense.

"...who the hell put you up to this?
'I'm not obliged to answer. Let's just say that I have many people who can help me. The future chancellor of the Center Guild must have a lot of allies on his side!

　Isn't he just trying to take advantage of the power and financial power?
　And the owner of the power is such a boner. It would be much easier to control and extract profits from him than the current chairman of the board of directors.

"Guhahahahahahaha!　I don't care about your mundane will!　Everything will flow as the future Center Guild President Gandomirahu wants it to!　Abandon it and give up your money for me!
"Sorry to be a winner, but is the plan going to work?
What?　What are you talking about?　That's the plan I'm going to follow!　It's bound to work 100%!

　What confidence.
　Even if it's groundless, it must be a great thing if you can believe in it to this extent, but....

The fact is, you've come this far because of your son!　Everything is just as I thought it would be!''
So far?　But in order to assure my cooperation in the end, my kid needs to become a hero, right?

　Otherwise, my breath, Gran-kun, retired at some point in the heroic selection meeting, and went home with a "regretful" look on his face.
　That's where it all ends.

　I'm not going to support the village of Lax, no matter who becomes a hero.

''Well no, no, no, that's it, okay?　You underestimate your son, don't you?　If you're the son of that brave Arantzill, then your son, that kid, is the grandson of the brave Arantzill!　Isn't the talent perfect?

　Does he already know where I come from?

　If that's the case, then you've got a pretty good hand on your stupid son.

"He's perfectly talented. And my son is only six years old.
"What's the matter with you?

　Couldn't you have known about that reaction?
　He only asked me if I had a child and didn't ask me about my age.

　He behaved like a good example of a boss who leaves it to his subordinates to gather information and doesn't do anything about it himself.

"You're a dickhead!　Are you stupid?　Are you an idiot?　How can a six-year-old be able to compete with a strong A-class adventurer?

　Gandomirahu isn't a board member yet either, as his father, the chairman of the board, hasn't officially retired yet.
　He's just a person.

　If such a person spontaneously recommends a six year old boy as a brave man, it's inevitable that he will become 'This guy is an idiot'.
　On the contrary, the path to becoming a board member would be more distant.

　As a disciplinarian with no common sense and insight.

"You're an idiot too, huh?　Why don't you stop him?　You think a six-year-old boy is afraid to take part in the heroic competition?　You're a parent, stop it!　Isn't that normal?!
It's selfish of you to put in your own words of recommendation.

　However, discarding the panicked Gandomirahu, the heroic selection meeting was finally held.

　About a hundred strong people gathered here.
　Only one of them was chosen from these buddies to become a brave man, succeeding Reedy.

　Who on earth will be chosen?

I'm sure the judging will be divided into two levels...?

　It seems that the first round of judging is a sifting process to narrow it down to a certain level.

　The judging process is a battle royal.
　So you want to kill each other to reduce the number of people. That's a little rough.

"Oh?　Why are the kids here?

　My child, Gran, was spotted early on.
　You can't help but notice that there are children among them.

Are you........aren't you the son of Lord Arantzill's son?　What happened to your father?

　The one involved with Gran-kun was the big man I met at the entrance as well.
　The axe-handler Arbini or something like that.

Dad is over there!
'Yes.........?　Really?　Why are you out there?　And there's a kid on the inside?
Because I'm competing. Dad can't be there.
"Really?　No wait?　If he is the son of Arantzill-sama, then he is Arantzill-sama's grandson?　Then even a little boy like him is qualified to challenge the hero selection.......no.......?

　I'm confused, I'm confused.
　However, the place has already become a battlefield. If you're bypassing the confusion in the middle of such a situation.......

"There's a gap...

　Gran's side set it up.
　With the wooden sword I had prepared for this day's battle........

"Whoa!　But I'm the most adventurous person in my hometown!　I'm not going to be pushed around by a kid with the extent of a surprise attack!

　Arbini or something like that, relying on his own blessedly huge body, the greatest weapon he has been blessed with, tries to attack Gran.
　But it was a shallow decision.

　I told you that an adventurer's greatest weapon is his or her aura.

''Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Hogehyaaaahhhhh!

　Have you seen that?
　Muscle armor has no meaning to Gran's wooden sword with a solid aura passing through it.

　Furthermore, since it skillfully gouged out the joints and other thin muscle parts, it was even more meaningless and took serious damage, and the muscle giant sank.

　As long as the amount of aura was different to begin with, and as long as he didn't have an aptitude for guard (protective) aura, it was best to avoid the opponent's aura attacks.

　No matter how stubborn his body was, it would be too reckless to try to endure it with his bare hands.

''That child........used his aura.......?
What the hell is going on...?　It's bizarre for a child to participate in the heroic selection meeting...?

　The surrounding participants are also surprised.

　Yes, Gran had awakened to his aura ability before he knew it.

　The culprit is your father-in-law.
　Granbaza-sama Arantzill, he's that guy who's as much of a jibberish idiot as Mr. Arantzill. It seems he was abusing his guild master's authority to open Gran's aura ability.

　Thanks to that, my son who is already quite familiar with aura attacks.
　I wonder who he looks like.

　My son, who is six years old, was worried about me for some reason.
　However, he seems to be starting to make great progress safely.