It was a cool day, a slight breeze flowing through the pine trees on the mountainside. A fortified village nestled in the valley on the edge of the mountain range. The village was more a small Garrison fort, then in actual Village. The log walls encompass the majority of nameless posts. Most buildings being made out of the same log material as the walls, giving the sort of look that it was all made for some kind of siege warfare.

The entire northern side of the village that housed the garrison was the only one building constructed out of stone and metal fortifications, with an inner wall, separating it from the rest of its inhabitants. The barracks lined the entire wall end to end with guard towers on each end, making it the largest structure in the small fort.

The grouping of villagers houses, shops, and few taverns on the other side of the inner wall were a mess, with many just bunched together, leaving wide dirt roads, freckled with tall grass and weeds. The sun high in the sky warmed the wide road while a refreshing slow breeze from the shade of the mountain cooled and ran through the street, bringing with it the smell of pine.

On opposite ends of the village were two similar buildings. Both taller and wider than most other buildings, with steps leading up to large double doors, each with a slightly larger plot of land, one stood with a sun and shield banner waving over its front door frame, while the other had a small boy sitting on the bottom step.

The boy had blackish brown hair, blue eyes and was wearing a dirty white shirt with rolled up sleeves, brown pants that were too big for his waist tied up by a thin rope. His hair was badly cut, too short in some areas and long in others. Lone was the age of seven this month and was fuming over how a cat eared nun wouldn't stop trying to get his hair just right, failing with each snip.

"Why did I fall for it this time? Is it really her charisma type of skill?" He said still amazed by how little things here were too different "What did she call it? Her Mother's Command? Demand? Or was it the guilt?" He heard her talk to Father Aaron about her "Rare Skill" once and only once, but couldn't hear clearly plus he was five at the time. In two whole years he hadn't heard Cielie speak of it since.

Coincidentally that was when he could remember his past life. It was a frustrating time before that, always feeling like he wasn't remembering something, the sheer boredom of wanting to understand why he understood something but not knowing 'why!' and of course then he turned five and it finally all clicked. The fog cleared and it was right there in front of him.

After that, the man that he was and the child that he is, molded together. Language he had learned as a child was now part of his skill set all the questions he asked and got answers to the feeling of being a kid again now that was something else too! The feeling of Wonder and anything new, it was all more colorful and exciting as a child would see it but best part was that it didn't end when he got his Memories back no there was magic the big system of the Gods skills all unlocked when... Right. Lone Right. Have to turn 10 first...

'Annoying...'

He'd already lived two years asking anything he could think of. How magic looked, felt, and what spells were like. Even regular things like the meaning of certain words and reading common. Mostly from Old Man Aaron, who he thought spoke more refined than most of the other villagers, so it felt it was easier for him to grasp. He even knew healing magic. Something he called minor healing would make scratches, bruises, and cuts disappear in seconds. While broken bones would take weeks and multiple sessions, it was better than the months it would take on its own. Still though from the age of five he waited and waited...

"Why does it feel so long though!" he said grumbling "Is it because I'm so young? or maybe the longer years?" He remembered how time flew back in his old world and he wondered where it all went. Even if the years were longer he thought that since he had the memories of an adult it wouldn't feel this draining to wait five, or almost six more years. the year here being 425 days instead of 365 days.

'More annoying...'

All he could do was try and fill time by learning more about this world. Still, getting any information took time and plans to make it seem like he was just curious-kid. He wasn't sure how they acted toward reincarnation and a kid housing an adults mind. He just didn't have enough to go on. Whether witch hunts was a thing or if devil possession and exorcisms happened plot or not. He didn't know how to broach the subject.

That being the case, he would find a way to learn what he could. So far, reading was the hardest thing to get a grasp of. Books were hard to find in the middle of nowhere, in a no-name post village, where a cold war was going on between the countries that seemed to be just fighting over territory and something about a Baron and Viscount feud going on.

Aaron didn't like going into politics and dislike going into detail about it cause "It made sense in some ways but didn't in others!" Aaron would grab his head rant about it saying "it's two bucks of pride that locked horns on the edge of the cliff!!!" Some saying that Lone just about got the gist, noble pride in the way of peace or something blah blah.

He didn't care, but Aaron would then go on different tirade about how closing the border cut Lone from his mother and the other kids from the orphanage were in the same boat but that didn't change anything and he was pretty sure Aaron was trying to cheer up him and kids.

The thing that was the easiest to figure out was how to access the system. It had popped up out of nowhere when he turned five years old. All it said was his name just and disappeared. After that though he figured out how to call it and move it side to side it didn't do anything else until he asked what it did, and it popped out another side screen.

((This is the world system screen where you can look at your levels access skills read info on your possessions and give notice on your titles

Current access is locked due to restrictions on age requirements. You must meet certain specifications before access is granted.))

Name: En-Lonnoch Nickname: Lone Species: human Current level locked

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Current titles locked

Current stats and status information locked

Bank: stat points and experience locked until requirements are met.

Timer:Age requirements are met in

1,274:days 10:hours 21:seconds

It was more stuff he dealt with. Other than opening and closing the window and checking on the timer, he could not find anything else to do with the system window, which he found frustrating. He decided to ask Aaron about the window and got little more information other than what he figured himself except that he found out the bank was just that a bank that would hold his stat points and experience until his age unlocked the system kind of like a savings account. He found out that some kids who turned the age of 10 would start a couple of levels higher after the bank was opened and even have some skills learned. The stat points would be ready to use and per each level 1-5 would give 10 points and level 6-10 giving 12 points and in addition of 2-3 points granted per skill obtained. He wasn't sure how the math the system used worked but there did seem to be some kind of logic behind it.

The skills within are used to help the child gauge what he should be doing for the rest of his life helping him find a JOB class and more accurately a profession that he/she was proficient at. That being said he found that was only the case for most not all, there being some use to their stats points to edge out other positions on a Job class.

The bank was an interesting application to the system. It would hold all experience and point earned until the tenth birthday letting the child make a better decision. More commonly he or she would level a few times and instantly get stronger. Some say that the nobles and knights children would use captured monster or train in tracking and trapping to give more points and levels but that was for those who could afford to do something like that. On the other end merchants and some temples helped their children learn from books, math, history, etc etc. To get them levels and skills that would lead to appraisal like skills, leading to merchant, mage or cleric job classes.

All of the jobs have branches of similar or off shoot routes that get more specific or have special and unique qualities.

Finding books and exercising was all Lone could think to do for himself. The idea of throwing fireballs and lightning just sounded like an awesome ability. Maybe even flying! Thought he still couldn't risk it all in one basket. Thus Lone wanted to train his body and maybe become some type of Scout or Archer. Close range combat just didn't have an appeal for him so knight or warrior was kind of just out. He had enough back in the old world, fist fights as a kid up till his teens. He wasn't bad at it, it just happened a lot and made his mom sad, his dad just made sure it was for a good reason each time and told him to just keep a good head on his shoulders, and Lone did. He just wanted to do something different.

"Loney, I'm sorry. Can you come back now? I'll have May fix it this time, so just come back and help with the chores. PLEASE!" Ceilie called in the distance as if she were looking for him knowing he was always going to the steps in front of the abandoned church.

It was a nice enough place just a little overgrown. The churches of the armored god Mightus and the church of sun and grain god Arstain had combined in this village because the growth of this place stalled when Fallane seized it and closed the pass to Rocthane. Now both churches combined their resources and work together to raise the orphans. That was one thing about this world he really liked the priests or nuns couldn't become Holy Clerics without having honest belief in their cause making it near impossible for any evil person to rise in the churches ranks.

That isn't to say that there haven't been zealots and the insane who haven't gained the class they just couldn't if they didn't believe. The churches seemed to have a way of weeding most or having a use for them in other fields, of those it still wasn't perfect but close... at least by Aaron's recollection.

The old abandoned church was well kept and used for storage by not only the clergy but also the villagers. Many tools and equipment stashed in the back or in the cellar, which gave loan ample time to examine and play with the tools mostly just shovels and hoes. One time he even found a bow and a couple of arrows, his arms originally too weak to actually pull the bow back and knock an arrow but with a few weeks of actual practice he was able to decently hit a hastily made Target. Unfortunately Ceilie found him and had Aaron chastise him for playing with a dangerous weapon that on top of that wasn't his and to touch in the first place.

"Loney! come out! come out! wherever you are~!" Ceilie called out closer this time.

Not actually mad about his haircut he was still wary of Ceilie's skill that allowed her to convince him to do it. He could feel himself becoming more resistant to it but he wasn't confident in his chances at the moment so he did the only thing he could do run away he decided that hanging around the church any longer wasn't a good idea.

There was a place in the wall that looked rotten next to the guard tower. It looked like he could see the outside and maybe see something other than the top of the valley mountains maybe this was his chance.