Chapter 5: Chapter 5 – Huh? who’s memories are these

Head hung low, Shaman approaches the gate after being out for a few hours, the guard from before is still there and recognizes her and lets her past right through with no issues.

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The man that ran the 'Map shop' had an annoyed look on his face.

"tsch, can't even kill a simple girl, although we lost the signal to the map you still screw up." The salesman then proceeded to pack up and enter the city shortly after.

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Shaman then makes her way back to her supposed apartment and starts looking around for some bandages. After finding some in the bathroom she patches up her wounds and makes her way back to the bedroom and falls over on the floor.

*sigh* 'Today has been a day, I wish I was back at home, I would not have to deal with this.' Shaman curls into a ball hugging her tail

'Wait, how did I remember the way back? I never went down those roads before, it almost seemed natural to walk here. Do I have some subconscious memories that were given to me.' Shaman tries to rack her brain for memories and while doing so finds something strange.

"Huh, I see I have memories of someone else but it's like a separate space in my head, all of the memories are foggy while some are clear as day. Is this why I knew the way and just ended up finding places I needed to go because of these memories and does this also explain why it feels so natural to hold a sword.'

'Well at least I have memories. Maybe I can find out about some of the common knowledge of this world and see if I ever got any form of training since I don't think the system will tell me.'

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'Okay that's just rude.' Shaman pouts and raises her fist at the system message.

'This damn system, I guess I should go down memory lane and try to figure out some things.' Shaman proceeds to go through the second set of memories as it is like a separate mind space for her to use.

'Okay so far I know I live here in the city of Victoria, wait that's the name of a state back in my home world, that's pretty cool and kind of fitting seeing as I came from there. So as far as I know I'm in a major city that is a part of the kingdom of Elysium. These names are pretty fitting and I got to give props to whoever named them.'

'So the four kingdoms are ruled by 4 different races. We have the Demon lands which many people don't seem to know much about other than it houses demons. Then we have Elfheim which are ruled by Elves which seems to be multicultural and is on good terms with the kingdom of Elysium. Lastly We have the Fox Realm which is where I must come from but I have no memories of ever being there. It seems like they run independently but they are willing to cooperate but they don't allow anyone but beats people to live there.' Shaman continues to browse the memories to find anything useful.

'Oh it seems like the Fox Realm seems to have a royal family on its last legs and is going to pass on an heir to the throne.' Shaman processes the information and her imagination goes wild.

'Please don't tell I am a runaway princess and I was almost killed because there is a lot of tension for the throne and there is a planned rebellion to take over the Fox realm but until I'm dead the plan won't succeed since there is an heir to the throne which is most likely me.' Shaman's head starts to spin as the wild speculations are going through her head, She clearly has read too many novels.

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*slam* A man slams his fist on his desk and veins slightly pop out of his head in a candle lit room

"How the hell does a small fox girl kill an assassin and return untouched!!!"

"Sir I believe we may have underestimated her and the assassin was caught off guard allowing her to kill him, we could not tell her full strength since the tracker stopped working and had to follow her trail manually which caused us to not be able to observe her."

"BullSh**t, why do I bother to hire incompetent fools who can't even take their job seriously." the man stands up forcing the skinny robed man to quickly leave.

"tsch, we will just have to leave her for now and just hope that she doesn't realise she is being targeted and jumps cities. Better avoid sending anyone to her otherwise the plan will be ruined."

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After spiraling down in her thoughts of the possibilities she then went to check her stats

[Level: 6]

[Exp: 45/225]

[HP: 100/100]

[MP: 150/150]

[Skills: Inspect lvl 1, sword dash lvl 1, Slash lvl 1]

[Passive Skills: Light regeneration]

[Attributes]

Unspent points: 15

Vitality: 10

Agility: 16 + 1

Intelligence: 15

Strength: 13

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Dexterity: 8

Defense: 8

'oh? light regeneration?' Shaman quickly takes off the bandage on her arm to find it fully healed without leaving a scar.

'This is an amazing skill to have although judging from the name I should not be going into fights recklessly and get my limbs cut off.' Shaman awkwardly chuckled at that thought and looked at the skill Slash

[Slash lvl 1]

[Consumes 5 MP and imbues the next attack with magic]

[Compatible with any element]

'Oh hell yeah I can be like kanjiro and do sick fire sword slashes but guess the question is how do I use magic? does the system do it for me and can I command it, I should test this when I head out next, I don't want to flood my room or set it ablaze.' A grin could be seen as the thought of using magic was something Shaman wished she could ever since she was a child and is now becoming a reality.

Shaman then allocated the 15 unspent points

Vitality: 10 -> 15

Agility: 16 -> 20 + 1

Intelligence: 15 -> 18

Strength: 13 -> 15

Dexterity: 8 -> 9

Defense: 8

[HP: 150/150]

[MP: 180/180]

A cooling sensation could be felt and her head felt clearer, after it went away Shaman noticed that some of the memories were clearer.

'huh, seems like my INT stat is linked to the memories.' It seems to uncover some of the memories of the previous owner doing sword training although still blurry it is clear enough to make out what is happening.

'That must be why I was able to efficiently kill the wolves and have such a keen sense, I must have undergone some extreme training and am currently relying on muscle memory.' Shaman puts her hands together upon the realization.

'At least now I don't have to go through a training arc for years to perfect the way of the sword since it has already been done for me.' 

After getting used to her upgraded body she decided to wash up as she had been running around in dirt and blood and needed a good wash.

After being able to access her other memories, things that she was unsure about like her surroundings became clear and knew where everything was. She found in her memories a special black box but something was telling her not to open it or take it out. Shrugging off these feelings she heads to bed in her nightwear to get some rest although it was still the afternoon she could not help but feel like passing out from mental exhaustion.

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In the dream world

"you have to leave now Shaman, you must leave before you get trapped here."

A slightly younger teary eyed Shaman is looking up at someone who seems to be her mother.

"But I don't want to leave you and dad alone. I want to fight with you. What do you think I have been training for?" Shaman protested against her mother while latching onto her.

"no, you are not strong enough and I need you to run away to get stronger so you can come back and save us." her mother explained to her in a soft voice and pulled her in front of her and pulled out a black box.

"until you are able to beat a tier 10 powerhouse and only then you can open this box and it will guide you back to the Fox Realm, Now please go." Her mother broke out into tears as she pushed Shaman into what looks like a portal.

"Wait moth-" Shamans cries to mother were cut off as she was teleported away.

"Please be careful my child." her mother walks off crying after seeing off her child.

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"MOTHER!!" Shaman suddenly woke up in cold sweat and was breathing heavily.

'Seems like the memories of the previous owner are here to haunt me as well.' Shaman looks out the window and notices it's the middle of the night. She tries to go back to sleep hoping that there are not more nightmares awaiting her.

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