Name: Leva

status:

strength - 5

survivability - 5

endurance - 5

agility - 6

mana-10/10

stardust - 125/125

class 1:

"Star Shooter"

skills:

Summon bow. Level 1

Summoning arrows. Level 1

Summon paralyzing arrows. Level 1

Class:

Low. Upgradable."

Lyova was already sitting on her stale mattress in the shelter, looking at her new status and thinking about how it all worked, until the door opened and Sima flew inside.

- let's go out into the street, everyone there is flaunting their abilities, and we should too, come on, come on, come on, repeating this. Sima took me by the shoulders and shook me back and forth, back and forth, until I said okay, and when she realized this, she immediately jumped up and dragged me out the door.

***

I sat on the porch and watched how everyone showed their abilities: someone called hares, someone talked to birds, someone grew flowers and gave them to the girls, which made them squeal, and a little womanizer was growing here.

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Sima was surrounded by a bunch of other children. Showing them how she can cover her hands completely in fire, well that means she's fire class, I thought it was going to be some kind of glow, but it also fits pretty well, even matches her hair too well.

at that moment Tim came up to me, the little womanizer who grows flowers. “Hey, Leva, what did you get, I haven’t seen you show anything yet?” I slightly rolled my eyes at his words and began to use my bow calling skill. Gray dust slowly began to collect in my hand, while slowly drawing a semicircle, more and more dust collected, forming the shape of a semicircle, after which, at the end of the semicircle, a thin line began to form, and then everything was formed. In about a minute I already had a whole onion.

wow,” Sima exclaimed next to me, “I don’t know when she appeared - can you pass it on,” she asked, already stretching out her hand to the bow to take it. I also decided that I wanted to check it out, and, of course, I gave Sima the onion. It didn’t fall apart in her hands, it fits very well, she was already pulling the fishing line, checking how much it stretched, “Do you have arrows for it,” Sima asked, I said, “Yes, I can create one.”

great, let me try to shoot from it,” Sima exclaimed, already aiming at the nearest tree. I sighed and began to create an arrow, the arrow was created almost in the same way from dust as a bow, only the stick was created first, then the tip and black feathers, why are they black, it would be cool if they were white.

Tim, who was standing nearby, decided to say that this was a bad idea, but Sima just kicked him in the leg and took the arrow from me, trying to aim at the tree and shoot. Finally, she decided that she had taken enough aim and decided to let go of the line, but the arrow, instead of flying into a tree, fell right next to her feet.

hm... yes, perhaps the bow is not mine,” she said, returning the bow and arrow to me. I took a bow and decided to try it myself, I aimed at the nearest tree, pulled the line and released an arrow, it landed next to the tree, well, at least it flew.

the challenge of arrows and bows is quite interesting, it’s a pity that the class is low,” a voice came from behind the three of us. we turned around and saw a woman in a blue and white uniform, the same woman who conducted the opening of the gift with us, what is she doing here, huh?