“Mmph… this bed is comfy…” I said in a daze.

I do not want to get up, but after the shit, I had to deal with last night, this is a blessing. After all, I should be awarded for my hard work.

I wonder if Gordon is awake… I opened one of my eyes and I saw that idiot sleeping on the chair like an idiot. I took a deep sigh before lifting my body and stretching. I pat down my body and inspected my skin to see if there were any changes or suspicious markings on me. Well, it looks like he didn't do anything to me while I was asleep.

I slowly lowered myself off the bed and quietly walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was a tiny room with a bucket and makeshift bathtub integrated into the floor. There was a window that wasn’t filled in with glass but with wooden bars. Although because of the small size of the bathroom it felt warmer than the house.

I shut the door and took off my clothes and inspected my body again. I then squatted on the ground and used the towel in the bucket to wash my body. The towel looked like it was new and the water from the bucket smelled like it was boiled last night.

When I finished I lowered myself into the makeshift bathtub. The water felt cold, but the sensation it gave my body was nice and relaxing. But then I felt a bit of heaviness coming from my hair. Shoot I forgot to be careful with my long-ass hair. Well too late now, I guess I’ll just enjoy this for now.

 I then leaned my back on the wall. My hair became a sort of a pillow that helped make it more comfortable. As time passed on I closed my eyes and listened to the birds chirping outside.

“Now this is the peaceful life I miss.”

After a few minutes of getting comfortable, I opened my eyes and looked at my hands.

It still hasn’t set in that I used to be a boy. These memories, is it responsible for who I am now? I mean with these memories I became stronger, but at what cost? Why am I in this world? Am I even me?

These questions swept my mind previously and I still can’t answer them to the extent I want to.

I sighed before lifting myself from the makeshift bathtub and getting out of it.

“Well shit… I’m all damp now.”

I grabbed onto my hair, it felt smooth and shined in the sunlight that was coming through the window. I wish it could stay this clean. I looked at the bucket. It is still half-way full.

I guess I’ll pour the rest of it on to me. As I poured the water onto myself, my entire body felt chills and goosebumps started appearing. Now I need to dry myself somehow.

“Perhaps if I…”

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I then concentrated really hard and tensed up my body.

“[Wrath!]”

A flame then appeared around me and I felt like my entire body encased in an orb of it. As I felt my hair becoming dry, I then released my concentration and the fire disappeared around me.

I touched my hair and my skin to feel if anything had changed. Well, it seems like nothing has changed and the texture doesn’t feel too dry.

I put on my clothes that were near the door and opened the door. Gordon was still sleeping on the chair and was snoring like there was no tomorrow. I guess I should wake up that fool now.

I walked over to Gordon and I started patting his belly. Jiggle Jiggle.

“Wake up Mr. Gordon,” I said in as innocent of a voice as possible.

Pat. Pat. Jiggle Jiggle. This is way too fun.

“Wakey wakey Mr. Gordon.”

“Mmph.”

He yawns loudly while stretching. His breath really stinks.

“Is it morning already?” he said with his eyes barely open.

"Yes, it is Mr. Gordon.”

 “Oh… morning little one.”

“Morning Mr. Gordon,” I said with a bright smile.

He pats me on the head and then lifts himself from the chair and stretches even more.

“Did you take a bath yet?”

“Yes, I did Mr. Gordon.”

“Well, looks like my preparations from last night weren’t for nothing then,” he said while stretching even more.

“Are you going to make me breakfast Mr. Gordon?” I said with sparkles in my eyes.

“S-sure,” he said while scratching his chin with his finger.

He headed to the kitchen that was barely 3 meters away and looked in the cupboard. He then looked back at me and then back into the cupboard.

“What to make for the little lass there,” he said while continuing to mumble even more.

He then pulled a red pouch and a green pouch out of the cupboard. Looks like he doesn’t have cupboards enchanted with spatial manipulation. He reached his hand into the pouches and pulled out some meat, eggs, and vegetables. He then lit the poorly made makeshift stove with some sort of fire spell and grabbed a pan to begin cooking the meat and eggs.

Whilst he was cooking, I started cleaning his house. After all, no person should live in this condition. As I began to hear the meat searing from the fat, I started scrubbing the windows even harder and faster. The smell of the meat was so good. It reminded me of my previous life whenever there was pork or bacon in the fridge, I would secretly cook it without my parents knowing.

Of course, they would eventually know it was me, but I felt a sense of satisfaction every time they would ask “where the bacon or pork” was.

As I cleaned his windows, I would look at the cloth and try to not vomit from seeing how dirty it was. Like seriously a brown cloth should not become that black after one wipe. When I finished cleaning Gordon’s house, I sat on the floor and waited for him to finish cooking. He was still waiting for the vegetables to steam as he placed the meat and egg onto the plate. The sound of the water boiling gave a sense of serenity, after all, Mr. Gordon was not talking and I wasn’t talking. We were not even making eye contact either, an introverted dream…

After a few minutes, Mr. Gordon blew out the fire from the stove and placed the vegetables onto the plate. He then turned around and walked towards me and handed me over the plate.

The plate was topped beautifully with the seared meat and eggs. The vegetables were glistening and didn’t look too hard nor too soft to bite.

 “Thank you for the meal!” I said proudly.

I then grabbed onto the fork that was on the plate and began digging in. The meat was cooked perfectly, the saltiness and the tenderness made it melt into my mouth. The eggs were soft and fluffy, furthermore, it tasted better when eaten with vegetables. As I began to chow down, Mr. Gordon looked at me with proud eyes before he began eating.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” said Gordon as he bit his piece of meat.

 “The plan? Well, today I’m going to need you to help me train...”