I spent two days in bed when I got home. I wasn't really in pain or anything of the sort. It was just that my body was quite weak. During this time, Father and Leanna had dropped by to see me.
Father had brought me a sword, and said I shouldn't feel down just cause of one defeat. I told him I wasn't sad, but he clearly didn't believe me. Kept rambling about me still being a kid and wanting to hide my shame. Then he mentioned something about an academy. I was a little bit out of it so I didn't really get what he said.
Next day, I was up real early, before the sun came up. I went out to the training ground and took a sword and started swinging.
This was the only training I had been allowed to do since I was younger. Father always insisted that I was not yet ready to wield a sword in an actual fight, until a few days ago.
All I knew to do was swing, so I just kept swinging and swinging. I had no idea how long I was swinging before a system as screen came up in front of me.
Dexterity+1
Dexterity: 4
User: Jason Xilmoa
Age: Twelve
Race: Human
Level: 3
Experience: 150/200
Vitality: 100/100
Magic Essence: 10/10
Strength: 8
Agility: 4
Dexterity: 4
Intelligence: 3
Stamina: 3
Skill points: 0
'This system never ceases to amaze me. If only there was a guide to these things, I wouldn't have to struggle all the time to get my stats. to go up, or my experience to boost. This time, just merely swinging a sword and my dexterity increased.'
'That's right! Dexterity is how proficient my skills are, right? So if by actually working on my skills physically they can also increase, doesn't that mean... ?'
I quickly went back to my room to get undressed, although I left enough my inner robe on. Then I back out to the training area and began running all around. The sun was barely out by now so quite a few people were seen moving around. Some even stopped to watch what I was doing.
I ran for at least an hour, continuously, before my agility stat. was raised by one.
Agility +1
Agility: 5
User: Jason Xilmoa
Age: Twelve
Race: Human
Level: 3
Experience: 150/200
Vitality: 100/100
Magic Essence: 10/10
Strength: 8
Agility: 5
Dexterity: 5
Intelligence: 3
Stamina: 3
Skill points: 0
As good as it felt to raise my stats., this took an awfully long time; way too long. Plus, I was sweating and tired just from this. No wonder other people were so weak. If this was all the training they did everyday just to get their stats. increase by only one, even I felt sorry.
Lucky for me, I was different from other people. I had the system. Just this alone already gave me an advantage over them. If I could just use the power of the system well enough, I could probably become a really big shot in this country. Hell, even the whole world could know my name.
But to do that, I had to get stronger. A lot stronger. I remembered something my father said about me going off to a school.
TL: The schools in this world don't teach stuff like arithmetic or science. When someone says go to school, it basically either means a mage school or a school for studying weaponry: basically learning how to fight.
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I knocked on the door of my father's study.
"Father, it's Jason." I called out. "I would like to speak to you."
"You know not to disturb me, Jason. What is it this time?" I opened the door and went in after he said this.
"It's about the academy you were talking about the other day. I wanted to know more." I said.
"Alright, but not now. Come back later, or meet up with me when I'm not in the study."
"Yes, Father." I said, turning around and walking out the door as I did so.
"Hey, Jason." Father called out before I made it out the door completely. I stopped, about to come back in when he continued. "We leave for the Capital in a week. It will be the First Princess' fifteenth birthday. Make sure to pack up well, okay?"
I stiffened after hearing this. This calamity was the reason why I became a worthless snob in the future, according to what I had lived. This time, I had to stop it. I would stop it.
"Yes, Father." I said, befire continuing our the door and closing it gently.
I walked into my room and sat down to think. My family going to the Capital wasn't the problem. It was the Wyvern we would meet on the way that would pose the highest level of danger. If worse came to worst, I would have to find a way to flee along with my family members from the Wyvern's reach.
But first, I would like to fight it, preferably kill it because I knew Father would stand back and resist no matter what. He didn't stand a chance last time, so I should expect the se this time. Only if I could get a lot stronger than him would this dream of saving my family become a reality.
I went out to continue my training I had started earlier this morning. During training, Koval had challenged me. Just before we fought, I realised I had no sword.
I took the initiative to quickly end the fight - by defeating him swiftly, of course - and hurriedly dashed to the marketplace to see what I could find.
I entered the marketplace and mobed towards the weapon's shop but any one I entered would turn me away because I was underage. This town was a small town so even if everyone didn't know each other, most people would at least know the nobles who presided over them, especially the people who did business in their town, because they had to regularly turn in their taxes.
I waltzed all around looking for a weapon shop that would allow me in.
'Seems I would have to ask Father to procure a sword for me later on.' Just as I was about to give up on my search, I heard a loud shriek.
I moved towards the voice and found a vendor being abused by a burly man who looked his thirties.
"You sold me crap, old man. You will have to pay me back my money." The burly young man kept screaming at the old vendor who, from the looks of things in his small shop, sold miscellaneous stuff.
"I told you the day you bought that sword. There are no refunds. That is my policy. Now, you let me go. Guards!" The older man was helpless before such a powerful opponent as he cri3d out for the assistance of the marketplace guards, though none of them were around to hear his plea.
I moved in closer to help calm the two of them when suddenly the system went haywire with alerts. All the alerts were in a very strange language I couldn't read, except one.
You have successfully found one of the five mythical items left by the gods: The sword of the Nether.
I searched my memories for where I had first heard of the five mythical items. It was five years ago, when I was to be executed by Queen Alicia; or five years before I came back here. I looked around me very carefully and found that the only sword in this vicinity was the one being held by the young, burly man.
This dreadful looking sword couldn't possibly be a mythical item, right? Ah well, who knew what a mythical item looked like. Plus, that sword had probably been in existence for over a thousand years.
Knowing all of this, I had a wide grin plastered onto my face for all to see. This time, my luck was extremely great for me to be able to get a sword such as this after having searched for one all day with no luck.