"Okay, but if you don't have any talent for magic, I'm cutting you off. Making your future dim is not what I want…." I muttered.
After placing my palms on their backs, I soon ate my own words as these girls had some talent for magic.
To be honest, they wouldn't make it far in the magic world, but it was still worth teaching it to them as their talent could help create another skill in something like swordsmanship or archery.
Building good habits early on isn't bad, plus the basic buffs that I have yet to acquire would help them out greatly in day-to-day life.
"Ugh… Alright. But, you with the white hair. You will have to take this very slowly because your core could still be at risk of breaking again. It's like a scab. Everything was pretty much healed but it was still very sensitive and could scar if reopened," I said.
"Her name is Petra, not white hair," Mari said.
"I'll call you what I want," I said before leading them through the mana circulation process.
…
A few days later and they finally felt something cold running through the middle of their chest which was their mana core slowly circulating mana.
Normally, you could do this in one day, but that is normally with an item that is way out of our reach right now.
"Okay, now sync the breathing technique that I taught you with the cold feeling. Try and imagine cold water running through your body and then filtering through the middle of your chest like you're trying to dispose of impurities in your body," I said, and the girls' faces crumpled.
"Too much information… I feel like my head is about to explode," Mari muttered.
"Too much… Head explode," Petra muttered, and I sighed before clapping my hands together.
"Alright, take a rest day. We'll resume tomorrow," I muttered, and despite the complaints from the girls, I continued to convince them to take a break.
They were just kids, and I didn't expect them to be able to comprehend everything I was talking about.
"Cyrus, stop what you're doing and come drink some water. You haven't had any since yesterday morning," Amelia, the mother of this orphanage, said.
Recently, I had been trying to gather as much information on my surroundings as possible, and of course, that came with the name of the most important person here.
"Ah, sure," I muttered before hopping off the bed with the other girls, and we walked to the dining room.
Several other kids were there, but most of them were playing outside since it was the end of lunch.
"Thank you," I said as Amelia handed me a large cup of water which I downed immediately, and I felt most of the fatigue that had been built up slowly wash away.
I wasn't the only one who realized I couldn't digest food, as Amelia immediately caught on after that first incident where she found me in the bathroom.
She's clearly been very worried about me because humans need water and food to survive, not just water… but I can satiate my hunger entirely with water.
Clearly, from my status, I could tell I was human, but maybe that damn thing that happened when I first came here affected my body.
What was it again? Poseidon System?
I haven't thought about it much because I've been so focused on surviving, but now that I can actually relax, I better dive deeper into that information.
"... Yep, I've never seen or heard of something like that. I assume Poseidon is just trying to mess with me… so that means this world is under the surveillance of the Greek Pantheon… Interesting," I muttered to myself.
"Hi, Seal…" A familiar voice soon greeted me, and when I turned my head, I saw Asger, the broken little boy climbing onto the wooden bench next to me.
"Hello? Is there anything you need?" I asked.
We hadn't run into each other since that time he broke down after I interrogated him with some not-so-favorable questions.
"Seal, can I hit somebody now?" He asked.
"First of all, my name is Cyrus, not Seal. Second of all, I'm not your dad, go hit somebody if you want," I muttered before refilling my glass of water and then chugging it once again.
The slight thirst that gnawed at the back of my throat was now gone, but just one more glass would do… but I wasn't able to fill it up again as a fist suddenly collided with my ribs.
"Oh, is that how you want it? Want to have a fight?" I asked Asger as he pulled back his punch and went to go for another one.
Tup
He hit me again, but it was so pitifully weak that I just brushed his hand off with my own hand and sighed.
"That's not how you punch," I said while setting down my glass of water.
I then got into a fighting stance and slowly led him through the mechanics of a good and powerful punch, but when I glanced back at him, I saw steam practically coming straight out the top of his head.
"Seal… Too much information,"
"Fufufu… Alright, we'll continue with our lesson tomorrow… Also, my name is Cyrus, not Seal," I muttered.
Soon I'm going to have an army of children to fight for me! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
"Cyrus… What are you teaching Asger?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind me, and as I felt a death-claw wrap around the top of my head, I knew I was fucked.
Amelia proceeded to lecture me for about an hour, and no matter how many times I tried to convince her that this was necessary for his growth, she wasn't having any of it.
"He is still a growing boy! Do you want him to turn into a battle maniac at the ripe age of ten!?" She shouted, but her words just went in one ear and out the other.