Chapter 7 - Days

"Now that you've turned six, it's time for you to help with my work."

This was a turning point. Until now, I'd never been allowed to leave the house. Every attempt to help or venture outside was met with stern scolding, like a form of house arrest. Despite my belief that "Those who don't work, don't eat," I had no choice but to comply, sensing the excruciating reason behind my parents' refusal in their expressions.

But now? Why the sudden change?

I kept my doubts to myself, eager for a chance to learn about the outside world. Answers would come later.

"Un! I'll do my best! I can finally repay you and mother."

"You're exaggerating. All right then, bring that tool with you."

My father shouldered a farming tool and stepped outside. I grabbed my own tool and followed him.

After a mere three meters, he turned to look at me, a sad and anxious expression on his face.

"Live strong."

He said nothing more and continued walking.

First task: weeding the field. Our small plot was just big enough to feed us. As my father plowed, I focused intently on my assigned tasks, eager to prove myself.

Until now, I had no chores. Instead, I secretly exercised behind my parents' backs. Working out had always been part of my daily routine in my past life. Skipping it put me in a bad mood.

I also did daily form training, like a stand-in for radio calisthenics. With nothing else to do, it became my habit. But now, with a job to do, my days of idle routine were over.

Reflecting on our life, I realized that modern conveniences did not exist here. No electricity, gas, or water services. Just a stove and water jugs, with firewood for fuel. We wore simple, shabby clothes and used wooden bowls.

This was a completely rural, slow-paced life in another world. No TV, radio, internet, cars, convenience stores, or game centers.

And so, I often found myself nostalgic for my past life.

(Ah, I wanna play fighting games.)

Before my reincarnation, I was obsessed with a newly released fighting game. The thought lingered in my mind, triggering memories of older titles I loved: Virtual, Iron Fist, Samurai, Hungry Wolf, Guilty, Soul Blade, Dragon Tiger, VS series, Strike 2, and more. Those irreplaceable fun days replayed in my mind as I mowed the weeds.

Along with some random musings.

(Idiots don't get cured in death? No wait, I didn't die to begin with. I was forced to reincarnate.)

After weeding, it was time to harvest. I pulled root crops from the ground, brushed the dirt off, and placed them in a basket.

While working, I noticed two young men heading to another field, whispering as they passed.

"Oy, ain't that Blessless?"

"You idiot, keep yer voice down. Stay away from there..."

I tilted my head in confusion at the term.

What's a Blessless?

But the question was quickly pushed aside. I had just started working and needed to finish before noon. Having never done farm work before, I found the tasks challenging. But I was determined to see them through.