Clay Mapa woke up in the same bed, on the same mattress, in the same room, in the same house, in the same village, in the same region, in the sam- I think you get what I mean.
Clay, who just sat up groggily, feeling the pleasing warmth of the morning sunrays pierce through the window gaps and gently embracing his entire body suddenly got startled by the door to his room opening, revealing a woman who looks like she was in her 40s wearing green and white maid-like clothing with the skirt extending down to her ankles.
"Clay it's about time for your coming-of-age ceremony"
"Yeah, I know mom, you didn't have to bust down the door when I just woke up"
"Then quickly get prepared, your friend is waiting for you at the village hall"
"Alright just give me some time to prepare"
"Don't make us wait too long, they might start without you"
"Yeah, yeah, I know"
With that, the mother left back through the door as swiftly as she came.
'Looks like I gotta make do without that much sleep I guess'
Clay looked around and his eyes landed on a desk that contains clothes that fits his frame.
Clay who was still a little tired let out a long stifled yawn
'I really gotta control my yawn, what if I yawned during a critical moment'
'That would be funny for sure'
Clay washed up, walked to his clothes, and got changed.
Wearing a green V-shirt with brown pants and poop-colored sandals made of cow leather stitched neatly, a classic village wear of his area.
He wandered around for a while in his room before deciding to finally leave.
The house he lived in was your standard medieval wooden house that could fit roughly 4 people with a toiletry 2 bedrooms and 1 living room, there was also an attic but no one really uses it.
Clay found his mother and his younger sister, his sister still eating her breakfast on the table and his mother washing the dishes.
"Eat fast Clay we are leaving in 5 minutes"
Clay wondered why it was mostly 5 minutes and not 3, 4, or 2, heck why wasn't it in seconds when people are always leaving for something?
Clay found his spot on the table, with the same chair on the same side on the sam- Ok, I'll stop.
He began wolfing down his food, with his sister looking at him with a 'what is that chewing sound' face.
Clay finished his breakfast which was composed of scrambled eggs and some greens in just 2 minutes and 24 seconds, an almost new best record for him for sure, he then went to the sink to wash his plate, because he was raised like a puss-*ahem* he was raised like a good son.
'2 minutes and 11 seconds left' thought Clay as he walked around the house finding something to satiate his boredom as he knew he wouldn't have the ability to cure his boredom on the walk to the village hall.
With extra time on his hands, he decided to warm up for the long day that awaited him out the door.
'10.0 pushups, 10.0 squats, 10.0 situps, and a 10-meter run, should do the trick'
Just as he finished warming up he heard his mother calling him.
"Clay! Don't tell me you are not ready to leave" shouted Ms. Mapa from outside the house.
"I'm ready Mom" responded Clay
"Good luck on your path Clay" his younger sister, Belle about 13, cheerfully said.
"Thanks, I'll show you just how amazing your big bro is"
"Whatever." Belle rolled her eyes at his narcissistic-like response.
Clay got out of the house and began walking in the direction his mother was heading at.
A while later, he arrived in front of a huge and luxurious 2-story stone building adorned with a big sign on top of two doors at the entrance that exuded a majestic aura, the sign showing 'Village Hall' as if wanting to make its presence known.
Clay and his mother entered the building.
'I wonder what type of system I would get' mused Clay as he walked through the door frame.