“Wahh!!!!” Crash! My body hit the floor. My panicked, drowsy gaze finally locked onto an old man holding a pan and ladle.
“What are you doing, Sebas…I’m mean Pietro!” I bit my tongue correcting myself as I yelled.
Pietro cocked his head at my gaffe. “Why, I’m simply requesting Sir Claude to join me in the courtyard for some morning exercise.”
This guy. What a mischievous grin he was sporting. I probably shouldn’t decline his offer seeing as I’m a guest.
“Here is a set of clothes. I’ll be waiting.” Pietro placed a bundle onto the bed.
Spreading the clothes out, it contained a simple pair of shirt and slacks, light brown in color, and some socks. Putting them on, they seemed loose fitting and easy to move in.
The house appeared to be large enough to house a large family plus their servants, but not to the extent that one would get lost. Making my way outside, I noticed that the furnishings were modest, but sufficiently filled the space with a personal charm.
Pietro was already in the
courtyard, swinging a wooden sword. Graceful movements traced the air
around him as he danced with an imaginary opponent. His eyes pressured
his foe as he defended and counterstriked with deliberate, sharp
movements. I started to walk forward but my legs felt heavy.
‘This aura is certainly not what I would expect from someone like my grandpa’s age.’ I thought as I willed myself to detach my foot from the ground.
Having noticed me, Pietro slowed his movements to a halt. He pointed to another wooden sword on the ground.
“Pick that up and hit me.”
“…uh…ok?” I guess that wasn’t totally unexpected.
I didn’t feel like hitting him seriously. I made a swing without any
real force, but suddenly the sword flew out of my hands with a loud
“What was that? I told you to hit me, not poke me with a
stick.” Pietro’s tone was firm. “I’ve trained young mistress as well as
her mother in swordplay, so no need to hold back.”
Fine. I get it.
Not like I could dent him even if I tried, recalling that I had been
cursed with near zero attack power. I swung the sword with full force
this time. Sure enough, it was hitting a tree trunk. My hand felt a
“I see. The young miss told me about your unique
circumstance, but I had to see it for myself. Well, even with this kind
of disadvantage, there are many other ways to fight. For now, let’s work
on the basics.”
Thankfully, Pietro started directing me with
exercises closer to my level but focusing more on defense and evasion.
Still, it was quite the challenge to block all of his strikes. Pietro
didn’t appear to be using much effort, but the blows had some weight to
them. I found myself dodging back and resetting my guard every few
swings. However, I was getting accustomed to the pace.
‘This isn’t so bad. I thought between blocks. ‘It’s actually kind of fun—’ TWACK!
A sharp pain exploded in my side. Doubling over and the edges of my vision growing dark, I saw Pietro step forward.
“My apologies. Hand slipped.”
What the hell! Hand slipped?! That was intentional!
getting back up, Pietro waited patiently with a slight grin. He began
lightly attacking again, but this time, I kept my guard up nervously
anticipating for that to happen again. Sure enough, Pietro’s glare
sharpened, and I reflexively tightened my grip for the next block.
Yet, that blow blasted the sword out of my hand and sent a second sharp jolt of pain right above where he hit me last time.
“Ah. He caught on.” Pietro commented as I no longer could feel anything, even the impact of the ground.
When my eyes opened, I immediately winced from the glare of the bright sun. Apparently, I had been unconscious for some time as it was close to noon now. As I sat up, I noticed that I was strangely fine, almost as if the pain from earlier was a dream.
“Don’t mind Pietro. That’s just
how he is when it comes to instructing. I patched you up with a healing
spell.” A sweet voice called out next to me. Eryn was sitting under a
tree, flipping through a book.
I was scared now. At this rate, my
body wasn’t going to last. The inevitable ‘Game Over’ screen was likely
just around the corner.
Eryn put down her book and pulled out a cloth bundle. Unwrapping it, she pulled out a sandwich and handed it to me.
now, I would like you to continue with the training. Your abilities may
be poor now, but I find it odd that an Electi would have such low
disposition for combat. And the meaning of that high Crit stat is
“You don’t have any ideas as to what the Crit stat means either?” I said in between bites.
my knowledge of video games, a higher Crit would usually translate to a
better chance of getting a critical hit or doing more damage when you
achieve a critical hit. However, with such a low base attack, that
didn’t seem like it would help much in either case.
poring through historical texts, but there haven’t been any recorded
cases of Electi with a high Crit stat. The ones recorded are usually
those blessed with high Atk or Mag who toppled strong enemies, or high
Def that could stand up to an entire army. There’s even a case of a
nin..ja… who was said to be untouchable due to his Spd.”
Standing up to armies and boss monsters? Ha, I could barely beat up a
slime. I despaired at what I could’ve been if I hadn’t drawn the short
straw. God of this world, can I please have a re-roll?
“So… there’s no indication that I could even be useful to you in the future?” I hesitantly asked.
now, have Pietro get you up to speed. I’ll be busy with preparations
before being officially enlisted in the Magician’s guild. We’ll have
plenty of tasks assigned to us afterwards, so there’s not much time to
“It’s not like I have anywhere else to go. Though, I would
like to know a bit more about this world…’Origins of Electi
Summonings’…” I picked up the book and read the cover. Flipping through
the pages, I was surprised that I could read it. Lucky!
“If it interests you, feel free to peruse through the library in your free time…Come to think of it, what skills do you have?”
My mind instantly brought up the status screen. Locating the ‘Skills’
tab with my finger, I saw a blank page. Nada, nothing. What should I
expect? I was only level 2.
“I don’t mean that. I mean what did you do in your home world. What are you good at?” Eryn dismissed my status screen.
see…I was going to college, but I had no idea what I wanted to learn
since I was mainly taking core courses. I played video games and watched
anime. This was not looking so good. Goofed off with friends. Took
pictures of weird things and posted them on social media. Nope, nothing
that you could call a skill. I used to help out a lot at my Dad’s
restaurant, but I hadn’t done that in over a year…
“Cooking…maybe?” I slowly replied.
that afternoon, I was sent to the kitchen to help Carina with dinner
preparations. I didn’t have any plans to become a freeloader, so that
was fine by me. It would also keep me busy instead of dwelling on other
things. Having been distracted the night before, this was the first time
I had conversed with the resident maid, who reminded me of an older
version of the lady in a certain DS cooking game.
“It would be a big help if you could cut up all of these vegetables.” Carina said with a wide grin.
“Sliced? Diced? Or Julienne? And how fine?”
regular diced is just fine. I’m not picky because it’s just for stew.”
Carina looked a little confused as she walked away to take care of
something else. Maybe some of those terms didn’t translate here.
I pulled out a carrot and brought the knife down, I felt a bit of
strange resistance. That’s weird. I looked at the blade, which seemed
sharp enough. Were carrots in this world harder than normal?
“In that case…” I changed my grip on the knife and traced my eyes along the carrot. Carefully, I brought the knife down with the proper form. This time, it slid neatly into the carrot with no resistance. After a few test cuts to shake off the rust of my cutting form, I began to speed up as I continued to prep the veggies without further issue.
Carina came back over after I was done.
“Oh my! You’re done already!” Carina was rather surprised.
“Nothing to it.” I said with a grin. For some reason, the task went by quicker than I expected.
gathered the ingredients into a pot and set it on the stove. A barely
audible chant came from her as a single flame appeared in the palm of
her hand. She tossed it underneath the pot, which activated the stove.
handy. Do people generally use magic for everyday things in this
world?” I had recalled how the doorbell-like contraption had worked the
“Why yes. Nearly everyone is able to conjure enough
magic for small tasks. There are magical tools everywhere that only
require a bit of mana to operate. Even a child could use them.”
I might be able to try something new! I made a mental note to check the
Library when I had the time. I continued helping out in the kitchen as I
learned how to cook in this world.
that evening, I had picked up a book on rudimentary magic control from
the Library and was skimming through it. A knock on the door interrupted
“Come in,” I responded.
Eryn walked in and left the door ajar. Walking over and seeing the book in my hand, she smiled lightly.
“Looks like you are adapting well to this world.”
“Yes. My curiosity seems to have taken over, especially in regards of magic, which did not really exist in my world.”
“If you want, I could show you some basics.” Eryn leaned over to look at the book.
unexpected action suddenly made me self-conscious. It hadn’t registered
until now, but I had spent much of my time yesterday with Eryn alone.
Having not seen her for much of today until dinnertime and now being
alone together, I started noticing her more.
Eryn was fairly
attractive, which made me uncomfortable with the proximity of her face. I
started to inch away as casually as possible so that I could reset my
feelings. Perhaps, I was subconsciously wishing for her company, as she
was the first person I encountered in this world. I didn’t believe in
love at first sight, but something was messing with me.
would be great. I have to figure out other ways to compensate for my
faults. Though I’m sure you would’ve preferred a useful familiar rather
than someone plain and average like me.”
“I admit that my
expectations were a bit different.” Eryn turned away from me and said in
a softer voice. “But we work with what life throws our way. Such is
It may have been my imagination, but it sounded like she
was directing that last part to herself. We continued to chat about
various things until bedtime, feeling at ease in each other’s company.