As I cooled down a bit from my maniacal thoughts.
*CREAK* the door to my room open with my mother and father coming in, and mother immediately hugged and suffocated me between her chest. After a little time, while almost passing out again, I tapped her on the back to release me, and she did.
"Are you hurt anywhere son, does your body feel uncomfortable, quick tell your mother." said with panic and commanding tone.
"No, I'm completely fine," is all I said while only wearing my pants, then turned around to take my shirt and cover up my upper body, but got interrupted by my father.
"Then what about that tattoo on your back, is the sword really a Teigu?" father said with a curious and surprised tone like he never believed the rumors of the sword in the clan himself.
As soon as that question came about, I am reminded that it's actually from the sword I got the Skill Tree.
"Where is the sword?" completely disregarding his questions, because I couldn't confirm if it really is the same sword Granpa left me before I fainted. My father just pointed to the left of my desk where the sword rested while being fully wrapped up in the bandages now.
I forgot about my shirt and took the sword, unwrapped it while inspecting it with my eyes fully open, and I only do that when I'm rilled op. My conclusion is, it really is the same sword that I developed my "Lazy Art" for at first, so I could use it efficiently with one hand without bulking up a whole lot of muscle and getting exhausted fast.
"Son?" father called out to me finally getting my attention away from the sword.
"I actually don't know," I said then closed my eyes while trying to probe the sword, but all I get is nothing.
'Is it a Teigu now, and why did the tattoo come from it?' i thought to myself without hoping for an answer, but I got one.
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[Although I don't know if the sword is a Teigu, I do know that the God of Death sent your important sword with you to this world, and used the bandages to impart the Skill Tree to you when you reached an appropriate age.]
'Huh, aren't you supposed to like know everything like a normal system, and who the hell are you, you sound creepier than before?' I blurted out.
[Idiot, you got something wrong here. I'm you, and you are me, I'm your subconscious so I know nothing more than you do other than the skills from the Skill Tree, and I can take over part of your subconscious if I want like right now, gigigi]
[The tattoo on you back can be called a Teigu, although it does give way more abilities than a normal Teigu should, every route you max out, can only ever amount to about the same power a fully compatible and mastered Teigu holder. So don't get us killed, because you were too overconfident.]
[Hey, you do know you are letting our father hanging like an idiot right? He looks so stupid gigigi]
'Ah? oh yea'
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I opened my eyes again, and the first thing I saw, is my father studying my back while scratching his head.
"So can you give us some answers now son?" said my mother this time around, while my father stopped looking at the tattoo, and looked me in the eyes.
"It seems that the bandages were a Teigu," I said gobsmacking my father making his face looking like someone who just ate a fly.
"Elaborate, and you said "were", and what about the sword?" mother asked seriously. A Teigu is a serious business in this world because the method to make them has been lost for ages, and they are currently the most powerful weapons for the Empire.
"Just as I said, the bandages were a Teigu but ain't no more because it's power is now on my back, and about the sword, I have no idea," I replied while turning my back to them, showing the tattoo.
"So what can it do?" is what both of them wanted to know. I chose to lie here, it's not that I don't trust them, but I'm going to avoid that topic right now.
"I don't know, I need more time to figure that out" which is not totally a lie, I have only checked the [Kagune] route.
"Ok, back to the topic of you starting training, I will find you a teacher, and in one year you will undergo a test to show the fruit of it." father said sternly, and I looked at him for a second, then nodded with conviction.