I woke up with a pounding headache, the aftermath of my overzealous attempt to assimilate a new skill. Regret washed over me as I considered the consequences of my recklessness. A bath seemed like the perfect remedy to cool my head and calm my turbulent thoughts. The water, both refreshing and soothing, helped alleviate the discomfort lingering from my previous endeavours.

Dressed in fresh clothes, I made my way to the living room, where the aroma of a simple yet comforting breakfast filled the air. My mother greeted me with a warm smile, unaware of the internal storm raging within me. The breakfast unfolded in relative silence, my usually lively disposition replaced by a contemplative demeanour.

Sensing my unease, my mother couldn't help but inquire, "Is something bothering you, Arthur?"

I sighed, stirring my food absentmindedly. "It is about yesterday skill, I ended up with a headache."

Concern painted my mother's face as she listened. After a moment, she spoke with a comforting tone, "Learning a new skill is a process, Arthur. You're still getting the hang of controlling your mana, and attempting a new skill while wearing that black bracelet is undoubtedly challenging. Moreover, it takes time to understand the right amount of mana, the specific circuit, and how to envision the skill manifesting in your body."

The complexity of the task weighed on my shoulders. My mother continued her explanation, "Each skill requires a unique approach. You must ensure you have enough mana in reserve, connect the corresponding body part to a circuit, and then visualize the interaction of mana with your body to successfully activate the skill."

I listened intently, absorbing the wisdom my mother imparted. "Knowing how something works can be an advantage when using magic. Realizing your errors is the first step, my dear. Take some time to reflect, and when you're ready, we can work on it together," she offered, her eyes reflecting both understanding and encouragement.

I nodded, grateful for the guidance. After finishing breakfast, I approached my mother, kissing her cheek. "Thank you for helping me, Mom. I appreciate your support."

Her warm smile and the affectionate ruffling of my hair seemed to dissolve the headache that had plagued me, setting the stage for an introspective journey ahead.

After clearing the breakfast table, I made my way to the local blacksmith's shop, Jorn's Forge, with a newfound clarity and a sense of purpose. This time, I decided to take a leisurely stroll, savouring the sights and sounds of the city I had somewhat neglected in my relentless pursuit of self-improvement.

As I walked, I couldn't help but reflect on the past two years. My relentless focus on preparing for the future had overshadowed the present. The dangerous world I found myself in urged me to rethink my priorities. The notion of leaving my parents and creating my own family loomed ahead, but I realized I couldn't afford to overlook the joy and experiences the current moment held.

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"I've been too consumed by thoughts of the future," I admitted to myself. "There's so much more to this world that I haven't explored."

“I should enjoy the time I have with my parents in this world with all that danger I am not even sure that could see them again if I leave this city”

Thinking about that I didn’t really have a clear goal in mind, my goal was always a continuation of the goal of my past life, I was still the same even when I was throw in a different world. Should I be happy that I didn’t change who I am or should I be angry that even now I still made the same error.

Observing the paved roads, witnessing children playfully running around the neighbourhood, and marvelling at trees bearing fruits I had never seen before, I couldn't help but smile. The slight breeze tousled my hair, and I felt a renewed appreciation for the simple pleasures around me.

"When did I stop observing? When did I lose the ability to appreciate my life?" I pondered these questions as I continued my journey.

Laughing at myself I really open my eyes right now. There is so much think I can do in this world, yes I am just a 7 years old child but I don’t even know this city. If I remember correctly the last time I really feel impress was when I went to the market with my mother as a baby. Talking about mother do I really treat her like that?

The realization struck me: I had been living like a recluse, a solitary figure who trained, ate, slept, and little else. Even though I retained the memories and knowledge of an adult, for my parents, I was still their child—a child who seldom spoke to them, a child who was absent from the everyday interactions of life.

A sense of guilt and responsibility washed over me. "My mother raised me alone all these years, and I've been distancing myself," I acknowledged with a sigh.

She is alone with her clinic, doesn’t see father much and has a child who don’t talk to her.

The sky above, adorned with two suns, drew my attention, prompting a profound revelation. "Seven years in this world, and I haven't taken the time to just... look at the sky."

I paused, reflecting on the gravity of my past actions. Comparing myself to isekai protagonists had clouded my judgment, blurring the line between reality and fantasy. I needed to embrace the fact that this was not a game; it was my life, and I was surrounded by real people with real emotions, not NPCs. The time had come to break free from my self-imposed isolation.

With a newfound vision for my life, I decided to immerse myself in the present. The world around me was filled with wonders waiting to be discovered, relationships waiting to be nurtured, and experiences waiting to be savoured.

"I should enjoy the time I have with my parents in this world, especially with all the danger that surrounds us. I'm not even sure if I could see them again if I leave this city," I admitted to myself.

With my perspective shifted, I no longer had a clear goal in mind. Instead, I vowed to enjoy life, appreciate my surroundings, and gradually improve myself. I would no longer be the solitary figure in the corner, detached from the vibrant tapestry of existence.

Smiling, I continued my journey towards Jorn's Forge, eager to explore more of the world that had been waiting for me to embrace it. As I walked, a shop with an emblem of a book and a feather caught my eye. Intrigued, I thought, "Yeah, let's discover this world."