It's me again. I'm sorry.

After being in this world for a total of 11 years, I came up with a theory with my past life knowledge. But because I'm stupid, I'm not so sure. I'm sorry.

Mana is a type of energy, the capability to control the mana energy in the air makes a person a Magician. A Magician is capable to collect and control the mana energy in his or her surroundings and convert it to over types of energy, heat energy, light energy etc.

To create a fire, the Magician will need to collect all the mana energy in his or her limited range, and then convert it into a fire.

When a Magician is unable to control his thoughts on how the result of his mana energy will turn out, the mana will become unstable due to sudden stop in conversion. 

That's my theory anyways......

Enough of that, I suppose I need to explain what I am currently doing.

Currently, I am hunting, as always. But this time, my target is a bear cub who now is munching on the berries on a berry bush with its back facing me.

I'm sorry but your young life ends here, but it's you're fault for being a animal lower than trash like me.

Aiming the crossbow I had received from one of grandpa's friend, I shot at the back of it's head. To boost the bolt, preventing the chances of it not being able to penetrate the skull, I followed up by shooting a gust of wind at the bolt.

Knowing that my shot would definitely not miss, my attention from the little cub turned to a few traps I had set up, anticipating whatever that may show up in those traps.

However, the dying cries of the cub was never heard, instead, a enraged roar resounded in the forest.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

How could I have forgotten. A cub that size should have a mother nearby.

Stupid.

I'm so stupid.

Only trash don't have mothers.

Stupid.

Stupid!

"Yuuta!" A unexpected voice which I knew so well appeared from behind me, the suddenness snapped me back into reality  and I turned back to the origin of the voice and saw the old man that had raised me, the man who's current face was filled with fear.

Not knowing why that expression was on his face, I attempted to call out to ask, but before the words could leave my lips, I found myself being flung to the side, the pain excruciating.

Unfortunately, my head was what that first came into contact with the ground, causing my eyesight to blur.

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'Yutta!" The old man called out as he attacked the bear with several fireballs, wanting to confirm my current condition.

With my eyesight slightly improving I looked down to where the bear clawed at, 3 deep gashes on the side of my stomach. A unspeakable amount of twisted jealousy rose in me, not succumbing to neither my sleepiness or the pain of the wound, I turned to look at the currently terrified cub and manipulated the earth underneath it to rise, becoming spikes that impaled the cub, mangling it's body into a red mess.

Noticing the death of it's child, the bear roared and charged through the fireballs and at grandpa, no longer concerning itself with avoiding it and swiped at grandpa, wanting to at least take one human with it along to the afterlife.

Although I wanted to see if grandpa is able to survive this, I fell into unconsciousness.

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"Hey, hey." He muttered as he pulled me closer to him with my hair, "Do you know why she died?"

"W-w.....why?" I asked with a trembling voice. 

I knew the answer, I always did. But I had to ask, if not.....then I would be hit and if this goes on I will really die.

I'll die. I'll really really die.

And that is because....

"You're trash."

That's right. I am trash.

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Opening my eyes, I was greeted with excited cheers as my grandpa pulled me into a hug.

"Yutta! You're finally awake!" 

I smile and shifted slightly, escaping his embrace and looked around in this foreign room.

In the room was also Michel and a unknown woman in the uniform of a maid, not the really frilly kind used in the fantasies of my previous one but a normal one. Though I did turn away upon noticing their presence.

"W-where are we?" I asked as I looked at grandpa who's joy was still reflecting off from his face.

"We are at the Capital, since I couldn't find a capable enough healer to come to where we lived."  He replied as he shrugged.

"......What?"

"We came to the capital to get a healer." he repeated as he waved his hand in front of me.

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"WHAT?!?!?!" I shouted, not so terrified at the people surrounding me anymore.