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Chapter 11

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Chapter 11

Stormrider Ryuuji

Accepting the new world

 

When I open my eyes, a sky as blue as I had never seen before stretches, obstructed only by a few white clouds like cotton. Only in photos and illustrations have I seen such a sky ... no, it is actually a sky that I saw countless times, but I never imagined seeing it come true, the air I breathe ... so fresh, so ... pure. It's a strange and pleasant feeling.

As a boy who has always lived in the city, even if they told me, I never really understood, this is fresh air, a clean sky. I could spend hours here ... Maybe I already did, I don't know how much time I slept, or how I got here, the last thing I remember ... TLO, I advanced to the final class, and darkness ... I would be quite nervous if this landscape was not so relaxing, this grass on which I rest, so soft .. But I must stand up.

Without realizing how it happened, I was suddenly observing that vast sky and those green lands more vertiginously. Somehow I was flying, my body was rotating in the air as I moved at high speed. So fast and so far that I ended up over a group of trees that I saw in the distance just a moment ago. Then I went down. My body crashed with the trees, yet I felt no pain, maybe from the shock, which caused me to faint.

When I open my eyes once again, I meet an unknown sight, a wooden ceiling supported by walls of the same material, so rustic. It's another new experience for me, being in a cabin.

Seeing to my right, two men wearing thick clothes covered with leather on arms and legs and a chainmail from the waist up are looking at me. Yikes, that looks a lot like the adventure games. It is my first time seeing that clothing in real life. Although there are some in cosplay events, I never attended one. Now that I think about it, I think I felt a voice and a jolt just now, I think they were trying to wake me up.

"Mm. Excuse me, where am I? And who are you?"

Silence. I don't think it's something so difficult to answer ... was I kidnapped? ... No. Rescued is more likely. After all, I find myself in a more or less comfortable bed. I assume they found me after I passed out and brought me here. Before asking questions I think I should thank them for their kindness.

"Thank you for helping me when I passed out. I'm lost. I'm glad I was found by other people, it's a relief".

I tried to show my gratitude in my gestures, but it seems they aren't used to my posture. They seem worried. The man who woke me up (or so I think since I still had his hand on my shoulder) suddenly releases me and shows his hands.

"******".

... What?

Well, I thought about it because of their appearance and clothing, but they seem to be foreigners, I can't understand what they say. But that gesture ... he is trying to calm me down I think. Did I look so agitated?

"Don't worry, I don't suspect you or anything like that".

"********".

"Yes ... I understood absolutely nothing".

The other man looks a little more stocky, with the most masculine chin I has seen in person in which he has a small scar. With short brown hair which demands to be combed, although I personally think fits him. I don't know, I'm not good at fashion even less if foreign. What I can say is that he seems to be calmer and cold-minded, at one point he said something to the other man - younger by the way - and he quickly leaves the cabin.

After the younger man leaves, the chin man takes a chair and sits in front of me, looking at me carefully ... Now it makes me nervous.

"******".

Eh? He just wants to shake my hand. Well, I think gestures are more appropriate to communicate if we don't speak the same language.

Naturally I shake his hand. After a moment of silence, he looks somewhat surprised. Don't be surprised chin man. I could understand your intentions! You are a good guy!

Later the young man - whom I will call "runner" for now because he is running from one place to another - is accompanied by a man who tries to talk to me. Naturally I don't understand anything he says, so the Mr. uses different words, I have the feeling he is a language teacher or something.

Chin man and Young runner don't give up, and they take me to town, where several different people who talk funny try talking to me. Nothing anyone says makes sense to me, so young runner, somewhat tired, is disappointed. As expected, Chin man is not easily discouraged.

The last of the gentlemen who are introduced to me has a somewhat different presence from the previous ones. I don't know how I realized it, but I feel it. He looks kind and puts his hand on my shoulder while saying something. I don't understand him, but it comforts me. I don't like to admit it, since the chin man is still not discouraged, but I begin to feel uneasy with all this.

The gentleman, whom I will now call old Albert because of his hair that reminds me of a famous physicist of the twentieth century. Guides us to a small cabin next to a house a little bigger than the ones I've seen around. He invites me to pass. If I understand correctly, he are offering me to stay at his guest house.

Chin man and Young runner say goodbye. Before leaving, Chin man looks at me for a moment and while I wonder what is he thinking, he presents me with an amazing sword, with an equally striking sheath. After a moment of marveling, he seems to offer it to me.

"N- I can't accept it, it seems very expensive, and I don't know if it's a good idea to give a stranger a weapon ... And ..."

Now that I think about it. Chin man and Young runner wear swords and armor, as well as some others I've seen around town. It seems to be common to carry a weapon. Could it be that there are many wild animals around? But in that case, a rifle or shotgun would be better ...

Chin man is still waiting. I think he wants me to have the sword ... Very well, I accept the responsibility!

Woaaaah... It's an incredible sword, just seeing it I feel like it can cut the very air... No, it certainly can, my breath doesn't tarnish it in the slightest ... Eh?

While I marveled alone looking at the sword, I saw it. Brown hair with a bandana and over his blue clothes a piece of armor, with a young European face and a confused look. That was my appearance reflected in the sword .... No No No, I'm supposed to be Japanese, a common Japanese boy, with black hair and eyes, something squalid as well.

The surprise of my appearance was overshadowed by what followed. After focusing my attention on myself, it suddenly appeared, it was not exactly in front of me, but it felt as if I was seeing it at the same time I was not. It was a stats window, similar to those of a game with which I am very well acquainted ... although it has a couple of parameters that I don't know ... Is that it, isn't it? a status window.

 

NAME: STORMRIDER RYUUJI RACE: HUMAN 1
JOB: SWORD HERO RANK: GERON LEVEL: 1
VP: 380/380 RESISTANCE: 212 DEFENSE: 241
MP: 105/108 KNOWLEDGE: 76 INTELLECT: 83
ENERGY: 215/220 STRENGTH: 352 MIND: 93
AGILITY: 143 TALENT: 1 SPIRIT: 92
 
ITEMS▼ EQUIPMENT▼ SKILLS▼ TITLES▼ MONEY: 9856123G
             

 

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