Chapter 17: Chapter 17: What is your goal?

“Young Yuki. Why do you wish to learn swordsmanship? What is your goal?” Afonso had arrived, and after talking with some of the others, he came to me. He was now asking me questions, likely on Sofia’s behalf.

This time around, he was in a more casual outfit. A black and simple shirt, with brown trousers. Despite the mundane look of his clothing, all of it was perfectly clean, without a single wrinkle to be found.

‘Why? To get Sofia!’ It was what I wanted to tell him, but I remained unsure if that was a good idea. 

Instead, I recollected something that I could use, “for my calling.”

“Oh!” Two of his fingers, the thumb, and index hovered over the whiteness of his cheek, allowing him to rub the practically shaved beard.

“And what may this youngling aspiration be?”

“I was going for the same as Lord Astal, but after messing up...” I hid my embarrassment by lowering my face slightly, causing my ears to lean.

“I... ended up picking sword dancer.”

“Interesting!” He twisted two fingers, finding my choice to be out of the ordinary. 

“What does it entitle?” 

A little unsure of what he meant by that, I explained to him what the index had taught me.

“In that case, I’ll have you go through the dancing instructor.”

I tilted my head to the side, speechless, growing embarrassed about his unexpected decision.

“D-dancing?”

“Yes. I’m not an expert, but from my experience and perspective, it would be strange if you don’t know how to do it.”

“Would it really change anything?” I reinforced my doubts, unsure of his decision, half from feeling embarrassed, having to do something I had never done before. Potentially, I would have many eyes on me, but worse even being something I never thought of doing. My grandmother had asked me if I wanted to learn the priestess dances and traditions, to which I had refused. It was something that my classmates would have made fun of, and I didn’t quite have the guts to go for it. But now, it felt like I didn’t have much of a choice.

“There is no straightforward path in one’s life, and the calling is but a single thread that holds countless possibilities. The words we decide on are especially important, and you picked one related to dance. In other words, somewhere deep within, you believed it was something you wanted, or even needed.” 

He took a long breath after the small discourse. 

“You’re right. It was my choice after all,” I held my emotions in, avoiding sounding like a spoiled brat. There was no point in refusing him further, a helping hand at that. Plus, that meant they were willing to pay someone to teach me. Me, a no one. That was already more than I could ever ask for.

“Good, good. In the addition to that, you’ll start with building up stamina.”

“Hum? How?” At my confusion, he grinned, pointing at the vastness behind us.

“You don’t mean...” 

His head asserted a few times, causing me to gulp. The plains behind the mansion stretched way too far. And he wanted me to go and run through them.

“I...” as I began attempting to excuse myself from his obvious hardcore training regiment, he added ruthlessly.

“If you don’t go now, you’ll be sleeping in the young master bed tonight,” an evil smirk passed through his wrinkled, dry lips, causing cold sweat to run down my back.

‘He knows about us, he knows about us,’ I repeated these words in my mind countless times as I ran away towards the greenery.

Thus, my training started, the shaping of my body and mind. With the passage of time and the movement of the sun, I found myself laying flat on the grass, panting with my heart willing to pop out of my mouth.

“Just how long have I run?” There were no longer any walls around. Their length had stopped a while ago. Yet, all of this was likely still part of their domain. 

“I’m so thirsty, if only I could get to that lake,” a distant blue remained in my sight, calling for my lips to drown in its wetness. But my legs were shaken, hurtful even. Whatever I did before arriving at the white plains had certainly not been a physical thing.

“Hum...” I muttered a few times, resting on the grass.

‘What do I know of my own kin?’ I tried to recollect whatever came to mind, no matter how small the fragments could be.

‘The vicious red moon,’ My brain trembled in pain. 

“Right.”

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There was indeed a red moon once a year. My mind remembered its vividness, the sight of dark skies shedding blood. The way it once made my veins burn. There was something more to it, but I failed to recollect whatever it could have been. 

Through my index, I had only seen a few traits about my race. The way my body was special, the clear weakness of sensitivity, and the advantage of my heightened senses. Good and bad things were meant to potentially give an equilibrium to the world.

I gave another look at my index. After all, I hadn’t yet had the chance to go through it all, and now it felt like a good idea.

Named <Yuki> | Age: 15 Red Moons | Race: Red Fox | Evolution: <Sprout> | Calling: <Sword Dancer> Aura: <Heat>

Innate Traits: Enhanced senses, Night vision, Sensitive tail and ears.

Transmigration: Retain memories. Grandmother’s wish: <Time loop #4>

Contract Gifts: Timing, Karma.

Skill Slots: <Sword Inspection> | <Empty> | <Empty> |

I began touching on everything that I hadn’t before, receiving a lot of information. Thus, I started organizing the pieces in my mind.

‘So the aura is the embodiment of my soul, a passive ability. Didn’t tell me how to use it tough,’ This turned out as a similar realization to the not-so-good hints that Sofia had complained about. 

I skipped the innate traits since they were self-explanatory. The word transmigration did come as a surprise. It referred to it as a soul from a different world entering a new body, overlapping with the existence within.

“I guess this means I joined forces with its previous owner. Ah!” I jumped out of the grass, landing in a sitting position. 

“Was that the reason why I felt sorry for my kin? Because the previous owner had feelings for them?” I had no way to prove my theory, but something about it felt right. 

The following words were all connected to some extent. It spoke of a curse that retained memories from past loops. It didn’t mention a limit. There was also a reference to great power capable of resetting a world. 

“Despite it being grandma’s wish, there was no reference to her,” disappointment rolled out of my mouth.

To my surprise, the contract with the tree god had been successful. He had awarded me with two additional abilities: timing and karma. Though no decent information came out for either one. It had been as vague as their names were.

The first it had been as simple as to have an extraordinary timing. It sounded plainly ridiculous, especially since it didn’t explain what it did. And the second referred to things that came and also went. While it was obnoxiously transparent, somehow, it attached a horribly complex meaning that I just couldn’t figure out.

‘He must’ve done that on purpose,’ I scolded the tree god in my mind, going as far as to imagine myself hitting him softly with a branch.

‘Got to learn a couple of things, not too bad,’ I stretched my legs, checking them out. 

“Not as painful,” my fingers massaged them a tad more. After sustaining my breath, I made an effort to get up. Before moving onwards, I glanced over my shoulder, towards the mansion that didn’t look as big. 

I made my way toward the lake, reaching it after a long slow-paced walk. It didn’t look like I initially thought, aside from the obvious blue color. For once, it was quite vast. The entirety of the people that lived with me could have their own space to swim. 

Secondly, the water was crystal clear at its borders, not looking too deep. The same might not be true towards its center. 

And despite being a lake, the water came out from a spring between two enormous boulders. Below its waterfall, large, polished stone remained, possibly from all the water that had shaped it over the years.

I knelt by the water, using my two hands with their palms facing the sky together to lift some of the water to my mouth. As it reached my nose, I sniffed it. There was no strange smell about it. Therefore, I drank to my heart’s content, satisfying the dryness within me. Then I washed my face. The sensation sliding through my skin was refreshing and heavenly.

“Ah...” I let out my jubilus happiness in the form of a pseudo moan. 

“If there is heaven, then bathing in these waters under the sun, could very likely be it,” the temptation on doing so almost got the best of me, but then I remembered that if I had run this far, others might have too. After all, they were a lot more used to it than me. 

Instead, I took out my socks and shoes, drowning my legs all the way to my thighs. The refreshing sensation overwhelmed my brain. It was just what I needed. 

I allowed my back to fall back, laying down on the grass for some free sunbathing along with relaxation. And then I crossed my arms on top of my head, avoiding a possible heatstroke. 

It wasn’t hot like it would be during the summer. After all, it was in the middle of winter. The season of snow and cold, but compared to the first location I had been at, this one was much better. 

It had most likely to do with its position geographically, but that hadn’t been my forte during school.

From the pleasantries of the weather, it took me no time to fall asleep.

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