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As I stood there regaining my consciousness from the shock of slipping and falling into a manhole. Let's go back a bit shall we.
My Name is Nino von Sound, I am seventeen years of age, my family have been soldiers and nurses or rather my dad's side have been soldiers since ancient times which can be traced back since the renaissance period, while my mother's side have predominantly specialized in medicine and can be traced back since the asian version of the renaissance period where advances to medicine were happening.
As such because of my heritage I have been taught both medical and martial arts knowledge that have been passed down from generation to generation. Which I was thankful for but at the sametime which I hated as it took away most of my childhood but has been a great benefit for me.
In weapon's training I have always loved using the greatswords and longswords but that doesn't mean I wasn't proficient in using the other weapon categories like polearms, bows, hammers, axes, small arms like daggers and knives and the more exotic weapons like whips, chakrams and modern weapons. I am the fourth oldest in my family but I am the most brutal of us five brothers but at the same time the friendliest.
I wouldn't say I'm a genius in terms of intellectual studies like languages, sports, music, arts, technology and such but I could be counted as experienced considering the harsh teaching habits of my family. I can write and converse in several languages such as English, French, German, Filipino, Gaeilge, Japanese, Simplified Chinese, Spanish and Latin but compared to the second oldest who can converse like a native in thirty languages and tech language which I am kind of jealous but at the sametime I am better at things than him so it evens out.
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I have had a fascination in how weapons were made in ancient times, thankfully because of my family's influence I was taught how to smith weapons and armour but I prefered making weapons the armour smithing just came as a bonus.
Anyways back to the current events and how I think I died. I was walking home from my part-time job at the butler cafe, just because my family is rich doesn't mean we are spoiled we have to work as well because we don't get any allowance or rather anything after we turn sixteen but we are still provided with a lodging that we have to manage and look after.
The lodging I manage is an apartment building that is more like a dorm considering that all the tenants are students, with financial problems or other reasons. I made a rule for the tenants which is actually working out and that rule is "Ask for help when needed but don't think it's okay to be needy." I know it's kind of a weird rule but who cares it's working because we all eat together when we don't have any other plans so yeah.
Okay back to the story as I was jogging back to the lodging I happened to slip on not one but two banana peels and fell into a manhole and that's all I remember wait there was a bright light and were back to the beginning.