A Wizard Begins as a Musclebound Brute

The writing is decent, but the plot is mindless. Instructors dare to ignore the lord's heir and are insulted and mocked by commoners and militia; children dare to provoke the lord's heir—is this supposed to be a place for training soldiers? Are they trying to raise a bunch of rebellious brats? Feudal lords don't need soldiers who are disobedient and unafraid of their class.

The protagonist faints during battle due to his fear of blood. In ancient medieval times, a servant wanted to teach his master's son a lesson.

Is a punch with a force of 300 million tons really that strong? A large mountain weighs more than 300 million tons, right?

It's clear that the author has absolutely no understanding of the Western Middle Ages; all their knowledge comes from online novels featuring weak, inept wizards and knights. Furthermore, they are well-protected by modern society, bluntly believing that a 15-year-old was still a child in the Middle Ages, and that even nobility wasn't a big deal.

The protagonist of this book has a somewhat eccentric personality, and there's no foreshadowing what happens. For the first 20-odd chapters, he's mature and composed, but then around chapter 20, he suddenly starts having intermittent bouts of madness. The author then explains that the protagonist already has a mental illness, which feels like pure authorial morbid humor. In short, I dropped it. Those who can handle that might want to give it a try.

Having read up to chapter 15, the protagonist is still a complete novice. Knowing a band of bandits has arrived nearby, he insists on going hunting alone, seemingly without any intention of doing so. He's incredibly brave.

The protagonist faints at the sight of blood, and then faints after 5 minutes. That's a bit much. Will he be able to fight properly after that? Didn't he see any blood during all those hunts before? Then suddenly he's fainting at blood after fighting a high-ranking knight. This is just unnecessary drama.

You go and kill bandits, and then the bandits come after you. No normal person would say something like that. The author thinks he's being funny, that it's a joke, but I can only say this kind of dialogue is incredibly stupid and ruins the reading experience.

If the beginning was alright, with a few minor flaws, it was still watchable. But then the protagonist inexplicably went insane without any foreshadowing. He just suddenly went mad, acting like a ruthless killer, crushing skulls with a single blow, and then suddenly he faints at the sight of blood. It was all very inexplicable.

A true muscleman is all about size; why bother learning bone-shrinking techniques? It's completely unnecessary.