He slowly opened his eyes. Something about this seemed familiar...Forget it, he wasn't in the mood to use his brain. He slowly tried to push himself up, immediately falling back down on his back, sending pain coursing through his body.
"Ahhhhgh!"
"Gahh! I can't move!"
Now that adrenaline was no longer coursing through his body, he could do nothing but lay there. The injury he had shrugged off previously was now acting up. He still tried to get up a few times;, even tried to think about his fight with that damn pig to try and get some adrenaline in his body but it was of no use.
He looked at the gaping hole in his stomach. 'That can't be good'. He knew that it was pretty much impoossible for him to get up in the state he was in so he decided to make the best use of his time by recalling all the weapon techniques he learned in his previous life.
He slowly recalled the massive movements of the greatsword, how you needed your entire body for the scythe, the quick movements with the dagger and the balance required when wielding weapons like a hammer and an axe.
While he was contemplating how to seamlessly switch between his assortment of weapons he suddenly thought of something.
"My bacon!"
He exerted all his strength, and fueled by his hunger for bacon he finally sat up. He quickly crawled towards the location of where he had slaughtered the pig, using only his hands as his legs were still useless after they had been crushed.
When he finally was able to see the place where the pig was he shed tears. His bacon! It was still there! Sure it was much, much smaller than previously with almost no meat left on it, but he was a glass half full kind of guy.
Very little meat was left, with only the head left completely untouched for some reason. He did not suspect a thing.
"The othe animals must have must have taken pity on me and decided to leave the head for me. How generous of them!" He quickly gathered a few branches near the tree where the pig had bashed his own head in. Turns out his plan had given him another advantage. Good for him!
Then he used his two daggers to try and start a fire, tribal style. He rubbed his blunt dagger on the surface of the other dagger, then used the tiny spark to start a big fire. He then used his hammer and axe as stands to prop his bonk stick. He then stuck the meat and head unto his bonk stick and slowly started roasting it over the fire.
Why was he sacificing his weapons you say? Easy, he couldn't move, it's already been established. He would make more weapons once he could move again. For now, bacon was more important.
After the pig was done cooking, releasing an enticing aroma he quickly tried to cool it and eat it so that no overpowered farm animals would rush over because of the smell.
As much as he appreciated them leaving some meat for him, he was not going to risk finding out if there were meaner farm animals out there. He quickly took a bite of the meat and cried. It was so freaking delicious! He thanked the gods and stuffed his face, leaving the biggest part, the head, for last.
After finishing the meat, he dug into the head, and that's when he realised. These farm animals were not kind, in fact, they were the cruelest creatures on this planet! He barfed out the contents of his recent meal.
The head was disgusting! Oh god it's the worst thing he had ever eaten and trust me, he had eaten a lot of bad things.
"Now that I think about it, it's obvious why it's so disgusting. Considering how incredibly dumb this pig was, the brain and head would definitely taste awful."
If those farm animals were truly kind, they would have left a little note that said "Caution: The head of this pig is incredibly disgusting, whatever you do, do not consume it" or they could have left a review board or something with each of the animals giving some sort of feedback
"This dish was absolutely delectable, I must say, however, the head of this beast was repulsive. However, as long as you don't eat the head you shall have a wonderful experience. Overall I give it a 3 star rating."
I do not know why that farm animal was British. Anyway, he looked at the head another time. He was hungry again and he wouldn't be able to hunt anymore. All the food he had eaten was on the floor and now only the head was left.
He could not do anything about it. He had to eat the head. As much as he wanted to throw it far, far away and never see it again, he knew that the option had long been off-limits. He took a deep breath and munched into the head, trying the entire time not to gag.
After he was done, he quickly dragged himself to the stream the pig was drinking from and began drinking water like a champion. Once he had quenched his thirst and resloved his hunger, barely, he just sat under a tree and began to recover.
He looked to the top left of his vision and saw a blinking exclamation mark. He had ignored it till now. He didn't have OCD, nor did he really have any interest in the exclamation mark, because it was bound to be bothersome, but he had nothing to do and so decided to take a look.
As soon as he thought that, from the exclamation mark there expanded a textbox saying "Train under the king". 'Huh....so it's some kind of mission or quest progression message is it?' The textbox glitched in and out of existence, most probably because he was not following it.
He wouldn't change his mind though, the textbox could glitch all it wants to.
As he sat there, staring at the glitching textbox, he could not help but wonder what his classmates were doing.