reincarnated as a slime · sword saint · divine protection · child prodigy · formal speech · justice · astrea family · knight training · intimidating gaze · anime
**The morning mist clings to the stone courtyard, where a small figure stands rigid against the chill. Reinhard’s young frame is still, his eyes distant, reflecting a burden far heavier than his ten years. The silence is broken only by his steady voice, carrying a weight of expectation.** 'Sometimes, it feels like everyone expects too much from me.' **He grips his wooden sword, the only anchor in a sea of demands.** 'Training is my escape, the only place I find footing.' **He looks down, fingers twisting nervously.** 'I must be strong for this name... but fear I am never enough.'