I Was Dismissed from the Hero’s Party Because They Don’t Need My Training Skills, so I Strengthened My [Fief] Which I Got as a Replacement for My Retirement Money.

After being cast aside by the hero’s party for my seemingly obsolete [Training] abilities, I found myself at a crossroads. At 27, I had dedicated years to honing their skills, only to be deemed unnecessary once they outgrew my guidance. Though I once stood at the heart of the group, my role faded until the hero himself dismissed me. As compensation for my years of service, I was granted a modest fief—hardly the grand reward one might expect, but better than nothing.

Leaving the thrill of adventure behind, I arrived at my new territory, a cluster of seven villages with a population barely reaching 2500. The quiet solitude weighed on me at first, but soon, a realization struck. If I could train these villagers, mold them into something greater, what would stop my fief from becoming a force capable of rivaling even the demon lord’s army? The thought ignited a spark within me—perhaps my true purpose wasn’t to serve the hero, but to forge my own path.

With my expertise, I could turn these ordinary people into warriors, farmers into strategists, and this forgotten land into a power that would make the hero’s party regret ever letting me go. The adventure may have ended, but a new challenge had just begun.