Reincarnation of the magicless!
"No magic?, No problem!"
Chapter 2: Hunting exam!
Seven years had passed since Rolien's family had first introduced him to the world of magic. He had grown into a curious and determined young boy, with a mop of curly brown hair and bright green eyes that sparkled with excitement. Within two months, he would turn 8 years old, and with that milestone came the anticipation of the Awakening Ceremony.
The Awakening Ceremony was a rite of passage for young nobles, where they would discover which magical attribute they possessed. It was a momentous occasion, one that would determine their path in life and the type of magic they would be able to wield.
As Rolien practiced his sword skills with their instructor, Sir Marcellus, he couldn't help but think about the upcoming ceremony. He had always been fascinated by magic, and the idea of discovering his own attribute was both thrilling and terrifying.
Sir Marcellus, a seasoned knight with a gruff demeanor, watched Rolien with a critical eye. "Good, good, Rolien," he said, his voice firm but encouraging. "Your form is improving, but you still need to work on your footwork."
Rolien nodded, his face set in determination. He had always been eager to learn, and his desire to master the sword was only rivaled by his desire to discover his magical attribute.
As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow over the training grounds, Sir Marcellus called an end to the session. "That's enough for today, Rolien," he said, his voice softening. "You've made good progress, but don't forget to rest and prepare for the ceremony. It will be a momentous occasion, one that will change your life forever."
Rolien nodded, his heart racing with excitement. He couldn't wait to discover which magical attribute he possessed, and to begin his journey as a young noble with a newfound sense of purpose.
As he walked back to the manor with his instructor, Rolien's mind wandered to the possibilities. Would he be a fire mage, like his father? Or perhaps a water mage, like his mother? Or maybe something entirely different?
The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and Rolien couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness. He was ready to discover his attribute, to begin his journey, and to make his mark on the world.
The days ticked by, each one bringing Rolien closer to the Awakening Ceremony. And as he lay in bed that night, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. What lay ahead? Only time would tell.
Elian, Rolien's older brother, stood by the entrance of the manor, his hunting gear strapped to his back. He was about to head out to his final hunting exam, a crucial step towards attending the prestigious Argentum Academy.
Rolien, who had been watching his brother from a distance, suddenly appeared by his side, his eyes shining with excitement. "Big brother, can I come with you?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.
Elian's expression turned stern. "Roah, you can't come, it's dangerous there. I can't protect you," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
Rolien's face fell, but he quickly recovered, his eyes taking on a pleading expression. "Can I please, big brother?" he asked, his voice soft and persuasive.
Elian's resolve began to crumble under the weight of Rolien's puppy dog eyes. "Uh...man, how can I refuse you with that?" he muttered, looking up at the sky.
Just then, their father, Lord Edric, appeared, a hint of a smile on his face. "Elian, are you ready to head out?" he asked, his eyes scanning his son's gear.
Elian hesitated, glancing at Rolien. "Ahm, father, can I bring Roah with me? I'll protect him, and besides, Sir Marcellus is with us," he asked, his voice filled with hope.
Lord Edric's expression softened, and he nodded, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Very well, take him with you, but make sure to keep him safe," he said, his voice low and gentle.
As soon as their father agreed, Rolien's face lit up with excitement. He thought to himself, "Heh, yes! I know they can't refuse this cute specimen - me. No one can refuse my charm, hahahaha. But anyways, now that I'm coming, I'll have my chance to test this out."
Rolien looked down at the air gun he was holding, a device he had built himself using his knowledge of physics and engineering. It was powered by compressed air, which was stored in a small tank made of bamboo. The tank was connected to a valve, which controlled the release of the air, propelling a small steel ball out of the barrel.
Rolien's internal monologue continued, "I know everything I learned from elementary and high school will come in handy. I don't think it will be handy here, but we'll see." He chuckled to himself, thinking, "Hihihihi, this is going to be fun."
Elian grinned, relieved, and ruffled Rolien's hair. "Alright, little brother, you can come with me, but stay close and listen to Sir Marcellus," he said, his voice filled with excitement.
Rolien bounced up and down, his eyes shining with joy. "Yay, thank you, big brother!" he exclaimed.
As they set off, Sir Marcellus, their sword instructor, fell into step beside them. "Remember, Elian, this is your final exam, focus on showing off your skills," he said, his voice serious.
Elian nodded, his expression determined. "I will, Sir Marcellus. And I'll make sure to keep an eye on Roah," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Rolien listened intently, his eyes wide with excitement. He had always been fascinated by the medieval way of life, and this was his chance to experience it firsthand.
As they journeyed deeper into the forest, the trees grew taller, and the air grew thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Rolien's senses came alive, and he felt a thrill of excitement. This was going to be an adventure he would never forget.
As they journeyed deeper into the forest, Rolien's excitement only grew. He had never been on a hunting trip before, and the thought of seeing his big brother in action was exhilarating.
Elian, sensing his brother's enthusiasm, smiled and ruffled his hair. "Stay close, Roah, and watch carefully. I'll show you what a real hunt looks like," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Rolien nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on his brother as he moved through the forest with ease. Sir Marcellus walked alongside them, offering words of advice and encouragement.
As they approached a clearing, Elian stopped and raised a hand, signaling for silence. Rolien's heart skipped a beat as he saw a large buck grazing in the distance.
Elian slowly raised his bow, took aim, and fired. The arrow flew straight and true, striking the buck with precision. Rolien's eyes widened in awe as his brother expertly tracked the buck and finished it off with a swift knife to the throat.
Sir Marcellus nodded in approval. "Well done, Elian. You're a natural," he said, his voice filled with pride.
Elian smiled, his face flushed with excitement. "Thanks, Sir Marcellus. I've been practicing for months," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Rolien watched in amazement as his brother and Sir Marcellus began to field dress the buck. He had never seen anything like it before, and he was fascinated by the process. " My big brother is awesome!"
As they worked, Rolien couldn't help but think about his air gun.he really want to test it out so , He carefully loaded the steel ball into his air gun and took aim at a nearby tree.
Elian, noticing his brother's actions, raised an eyebrow. "Roah, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Rolien grinned mischievously. "Ah ....Just testing out my new toy,yeah that it it's my new toy. big brother, hahaha " he said, his voice filled with excitement.
Sir Marcellus's eyes narrowed. "A new toy, you say? What's that supposed to be?" he asked, his voice filled with interest.
Rolien held up his air gun, a proud smile spreading across his face. "This! It's an air gun that I built myself, sort of." He chuckled, remembering the hours he spent working with Mr. Yohan, the blacksmith from the nearby village.
Mr. Yohan had initially been hesitant to help Rolien with his project, but a strategic delivery of six bottles of expensive wine had changed his mind. The old blacksmith had agreed to forge the small metallic cylinder Rolien needed, and together, they worked tirelessly to bring the air gun to life.
As they worked, Mr. Yohan had asked Rolien countless questions about his design, fascinated by the young boy's ingenuity. Rolien had eagerly explained the mechanics of the air gun, detailing how the compressed air would propel the small steel ball forward with deadly precision.
Mr. Yohan's eyes had lit up with excitement as he stroked his long beard. "So, you mean this thing can kill small animals? By this small steel ball? Because of the intense air pressure that pushes it?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.
Rolien nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, indeed! The compressed air will give the steel ball enough force to take down small game. I've tested it on targets, and it's surprisingly accurate."
With a few final adjustments, the air gun was complete. Rolien had been eager to test it out, and now, with his big brother's hunting exam underway, he couldn't wait to see how it would perform in the field.
I think it could be a useful tool for hunting small game," he said, his voice filled with confidence.
Elian raised an eyebrow. "Let's see it in action, Roah. But be careful, we don't want any accidents," he said, his voice filled with caution.
Rolien grinned, eager to show off his creation. He took aim and fired, and the steel ball flew straight and true, striking a nearby target with precision.
Sir Marcellus's eyes widened in surprise. "Well, I'll honest be kid. That's quite an impressive device you've built, young Rolien," he said, his voice filled with admiration."how you come up with that, uhm... By watching sister use her magic hehehe" Rolien lied, because he can't reveal that this invention of his if from a different world.
"How is that?" Sir Marcellus ask again.
Sir Marcellus's eyes widened in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in admiration. "Well, I'll be honest, kid. That's quite an impressive device you've built, young Rolien," he said, his voice filled with genuine awe. "How did you come up with that? Did you, uh, get some inspiration from your sister's magic?" Rolien forced a chuckle, trying to appear nonchalant as he spun a web of deceit. He couldn't reveal that his invention was actually from a different world, a secret he had to keep hidden.
Rolien hesitated for a moment, collecting his thoughts before responding. "Oh, it's a funny story, actually. It happened when my sister accidentally shot her air magic into a cylinder I was playing with. The stone inside it flew out like a rocket – I mean, an arrow!" He smiled, trying to make the lie sound as convincing as possible. While it was true that his sister's magic had sparked the idea, the actual origin of the air gun was far more complex, rooted in a world beyond this one.
Sir Marcellus's expression turned thoughtful, intrigued by Rolien's explanation. "Fascinating," he murmured. "So, you're saying that your sister's magic accidentally created a makeshift air gun? That's incredible. I didn't know magic could be harnessed like that." Rolien nodded, feeling a twinge of guilt for misleading his mentor. He quickly added, trying to steer the conversation away from the truth, "Yeah, it was just a weird accident. But it gave me the idea to create something more practical, like this air gun."
Sir Marcellus nodded, seeming to accept Rolien's explanation. "Well, whatever inspired you, it's clear you've got a knack for innovation. That air gun of yours could be a game-changer in the field." Rolien smiled, relieved that his secret remained safe, at least for now.
Elian smiled, proud of his little brother's ingenuity. "You're a natural, I think you take that from mother Roah. Maybe you'll be the one to show me a thing or two about hunting," he said, his voice filled with excitement.
Rolien beamed with pride, feeling happy that his big brother appreciated his creation. He knew that he still had a lot to learn, but he was eager to continue experimenting and improving his new toy.
As they finished their discussion, Rolien's excitement bubbled over. The thrill of being out in the wild, the scent of the forest, and the camaraderie with his brother and Sir Marcellus filled him with a sense of belonging. He felt like he was part of something bigger, a world where he could make a difference, even if it was just with his little air gun.
"Can I try to hit something, big brother?" Rolien asked, his eyes sparkling with eagerness. "Just a small target, I promise!"
Elian chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, but only if you promise to be careful. We don't want to scare off any game or hurt anyone."
Rolien nodded vigorously, his heart racing with anticipation. He scanned the area for a suitable target and spotted a fallen log a few yards away. It was the perfect distance for him to test his air gun without causing any trouble.
"That bird! I'll try to hit it!" he declared, taking a few steps back to get a better angle. He steadied his breath, focusing on the target. The world around him faded away as he concentrated, his fingers gripping the air gun tightly.
As Rolien took aim at the bird, his demeanor underwent a sudden transformation. His brother, Elian, watched in amazement as Rolien's youthful energy and excitement gave way to an aura of quiet confidence and focus. It was as if he had shed his boyish skin and emerged as a seasoned hunter, exuding an air of calm, calculated precision.
Elian's eyes widened in surprise as he gazed at his brother. He had never seen Rolien like this before. The boy's eyes, once bright with excitement, had narrowed into piercing slits, his brow furrowed in concentration. His jaw was set, his lips compressed into a thin line, and his entire being seemed to vibrate with an almost palpable sense of focus.
Sir Marcellus, too, noticed the change in Rolien. He nodded in approval, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ah, now that's the look of a true hunter," he murmured, his voice low and approving. "He's got the focus, the calm, and the precision. Let's see if he's got the skill to match."
As Rolien took a deep breath, his finger tightening on the trigger, Elian felt a surge of wonder. Who was this person, this stranger who had taken over his brother's body? He watched, transfixed, as Rolien squeezed the trigger, the air gun's soft hiss the only sound breaking the silence.
The bird, perched on a nearby branch, took flight just as the steel ball whizzed past, missing it by mere inches. Rolien's face fell, but only for a moment. He quickly reloaded, his movements swift and economical, his eyes never leaving the target.
Elian realized, with a start, that his brother had become someone else, someone who was no longer just a boy playing with a toy – but a hunter, driven by a singular focus and a burning passion for the thrill of the chase.
To be continued