「お兄ちゃん！お兄ちゃん！起きて！遅刻するよ！」
「Mo choto！」
「いや、今すぐに 起きなさい!」 と言って彼を手で引き上げた。
「Demo yamete！」
「最初のバスはもう通り過ぎったわ！」
「Demo, Tired desu！」
「何それ？」
「A, eto, ano, eto」
「とにかく、服を着て私と一緒に学校に行こう！」
「Ano, eto, what’s a gako?」
「お兄ちゃん、今日おかしいわ」
彼女は部屋から出た。シャルランはベッドから落ちた。
Sharlan woke up on the ground in a cold sweat. Was that a flashback from my previous life? Why can’t I remember anything else? He looked around and saw the others still sleeping.
Suddenly a thought crossed his mind (another flashback). He walked up towards a small rock and attempted to use the Doors of Death. However, it was like a chain forged from the nucleus of a neutron star had been used to seal the gates. The rock did not turn.
Sharlan cried. Like actually. There was movement from the sleeping area, so he quickly wiped his face.
“Yo, how’s it going Sharlan? You’re up early.” said Lloyd after getting out of the tent.
“Yeah, I like to do a nice stretch in the mornings to get my blood pumping.” Sharlan attempted to make it seem like his tears were just droplets of sweat coming down his face from the supposed exercise that he just lied about.
“So, are you big into health and exercise?”
“Ah, nah, not really. I use too much energy on mental computations.”
“Mental computations? What are you computing?”
“A significant variety of highly necessary outcomes.”
“What’s that for?”
“For mathematically determining the future.”
“Is that even possible?”
“Probably not? Using statistical tests, we can only get so far.”
“Honestly, I think that would be really cool and really scary at the same time. If you were able to just compute the future based on some strange formula.”
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“Oh, you guys are up?” said Quinci who flew over and landed on Sharlan’s shoulder.
“So, the plan for today is for us to make it back to the guild and buy gas. I also have some matters to attend to in the capital, so we’ll have to split up at some point. But then, we should totally just relax for the rest of the day at the guild tavern.”
The group all got up and started preparing to go back to the city on foot. It would be quite a long walk but they had no choice as the tank was empty.
About three hours later, they could finally see the wall. After they entered the city, Quinci left to complete her non disclosed affairs. Lloyd went to buy gas and George accompanied him to help with carrying it. The rest of the group entered the guild and chillaxed.
Sharlan avoided the noisy areas and all the drunks in the tavern. The rest of his group fit right in so it left Sharlan sitting in the corner, kind of lonely. Insert the “they don’t know I’m (“actually the main character”) meme.” He watched as everyone drank and decreased their “cognitive capabilities.” What a waste. Now, I won’t be able to have an intellectual conversation with anybody. Hopefully, Lloyd and George come back soon.
Sharlan thought in silence about what he would do next. The only things that he could offer without his ability are solving some complex STEM problem or being a healer. But anyone could throw a rock so it made him feel like he had no value at all in his party. Everyone else could use magic, or was at least strong physically. What did he have without his ability?
There was a bark and a thud. He turned around to find Jolene’s pouch laying on the ground with the puppy’s leg tangled in the strap. Untying the strap, he held the puppy in his lap and petted it. Oh yeah, I forgot to name you. Hmm, let’s see. What name would suit you. He looked around and tried to spot anything that could give him inspiration. A bunch of dry sticks were still in one of the side pockets of the pouch. Oh, I guess she forgot to put the firewood that we collected away. Anyway, he came to the conclusion that he should name the puppy Styx. YEAH, now that looks fancy! He looked down at the name he just wrote on some papers.
“From now on, you will be called Styx!”
The dog barked in response and transmitted the meaning to Sharlan’s mind at the same time. “Sounds kinda gay. Honestly, Ngl gonna lie.”
“BARK BARK BARK BARK?” - > “Hey, who taught you those words?” Some people looked at him strangely after his non-human comment.
“Oh wow, is that your puppy?” two hot girls came over and started trying to get their hands on Sharlan’s hog, sorry, I meant dog.
Let’s gooo! Thank you Styx, you are the best wingman!
Sharlan gloated in the feminine attention.
A door slammed and a loud voice was heard “Is there a Sharlan here?”
Sharlan raised his hand and wanted to call out but then he noticed some other random guild member raising his hand. Wait, there’s someone else named Sharlan?
“Wait, which is the correct one?” he looked down at his notepad, “Ok, so, according to the note…Oh, you look uglier, come with me. This is a summons from the king.” Sharlan stood up and followed the soldier.
Sharlan arrived at the palace accompanied by the soldier.
“Hello, Sharlan.” said the king. “I would like you to give me a report of your progress on the task that I assigned you.”
“Task? Oh you mean the killing of monsters?”
“Yes, that one. Have you made any progress in increasing your rank?”
“Sadly, I’ve made little progress due to a variety of reasons.”
“What is it that you lack? I’ll give you what you need to improve in return for your services once more.”
“Oh, sure! I’ll gladly accept this offer!”
The king and Sharlan discussed the details. I’ll summarize them real quick: Sharlan asked the king for a way to get stronger. The king said that he can arrange a trainer for him, but in exchange, he must become the official Royal Healer and be summoned whenever the king needs him. He will also receive a significant monthly allowance for his services as long as he follows the training and raises his rank in the guild.
Sick! Now I have an actual sponsor! This is great! He looked down at the 3 uranium in his hands. (The currency, not the actual thing if you were still confused at this point)
He finally made it back to the guild and noticed that the whole group was back together. Unfortunately for him, they all seemed to be enjoying the bustling and lively party. It’s unlikely that anyone would want to talk about something interesting here. Might as well go and try attracting more girls with the Chick Magnet Styx. Wait a minute. Wingman and chick magnet both allude to birds. I wonder why that is? Maybe I could give him an even fancier name. Oh! I remember some sort of phrase from my previous life. Something about sticks and stones breaking bones. Uhh… I think it ended in words can’t hurt me? Uh…yeah, that sounds about right. Wait, if Styx is analogous to sticks, then that means that stones would be analogous to the gizzard! (The organ in a bird that stores stones for digestive purposes (there, you won’t have to look that one up now)) And since Styx is a Chick magnet, then that means that
“You’re a Rizzard, Styx” he said looking at the magical dog.
“Bark Bark” -> “The fuck?”
The king said to report to training started tomorrow. I guess I might as well go look at the quest board or something. See if they have something I can do at my current level. Maybe collect some more plants or something.
“Hey, can I have this que…”
“Register me for this quest please.” said a more outgoing person who stepped in front of him.
“Sure thing Mr. Gutts.” said the guild worker.
Gutts? Huh, that name sounds familiar….