After finishing breakfast, I head out back to the village. A whole day in this world is 38 hours, meaning that when divided by morning and night, each would have 19 hours. Going to the village by walking takes around an hour or so, and because of that, I would have to leave early to catch up to Mr. Renard's mentoring.

The village in sight was bathed in sunlight as the Dorr rises from the horizon. It left a calm and peaceful feeling, with no traces of a war happening just 7 years ago.

Coming closer to the village, I saw two figures standing and chattering. One was a tall and well-built man and the other an energetic-looking child who was almost about the age of White, both having navy blue hair.

Sensing my presence, the Child waved at me enthusiastically while I can feel a slight twitch of lips and a dreadful glare coming from the tall man.

"White! You're finally here!"

"Your rather late brat,  you took a dump or something?"

"Ahh- my bad." Contrary to Kayla's cheerful and energetic response, I can feel animosity coming from Mr. Renard. Although I was late, it wasn't that long now was it??? or is time really important in this world...

"So? Where's your sword?" Mr. Renard asks

"About that, I thought of using a stick or wooden sword first before wielding a real one."

"Hah? that won't do brat. Although using a substitute is fine and all, but know that swinging around a simple stick isn't at all similar to wielding a real sword."

Well, he does have a point, especially if the point of this training is to get my body used to swordplay. Sensing my acknowledgment, Mr. Renard sighs.

"Kayla, I have a few short swords at the back of the house, can you come get them for me, sweetie?"

That's disg- extremely different from how Mr. Renard usually talks... is this person even him?!? I felt my soul die from the uncomfortable words I have heard.

"Ugh, disgusting," Kayla responds with an expression of disgust at Mr. Renard. Seeing his beloved daughter's expression, he immediately step back with a hint of fear and sadness in his eyes, then he proceeded to look in my direction. But the previous hint of fear and sadness in his eyes turned to eyes of annoyance as he turns his head and gives off a 'tch' like expression.

Is it me or the people of this world are rather weird... Killing my thoughts as Kayla ran off towards their home, Mr. Renard come closer to me.

"Hey, brat."

"Yes?"

"..."

"..."

"Uhm?"

"Did you awaken recently?" He asked after that long but short awkward silence. Though thinking of that stare of his, I can't help but remember the Astesia who has that same eerie stare.

"You noticed?"

"Well you see, the sword you wielded yesterday was a special sword," He says whilst looking as if reminiscing about something, "and for a child such as yourself to carry it... The only natural answer would be that you did."

"...Yeah, I did awaken recently, but I can't use my magic since Grandpa said it was unusual," I said

"Hmm? unusual how?" Mr. Renard asks, closing his face in out of curiosity.

Stepping back a little to distance myself, I answered. "It seems that it has a different form."

"Oh? hmmm what about your attribute brat?" he asks. Although it is true that I am in a body of a child, it felt rather annoying when someone openly calls me a brat in front of my face. But then again, it was possible for the customs of this world would be more casual compared to my previous one.

"It's Ice. My attribute is ice." I answered.

"ICE?!?" Mr. Renard turned wide-eyed as he repeats what I said. Looking at this man's surprised expression, well that look on his face is definitely one to remember though.

"Are you serious brat? you're not lying to me now are you?" Mr. Renard asks after regaining his composure and closing in his face once more to try and see if I was lying. Well, type 1 attributes are hard to come by after all, but I guess Kayla having the lightning attribute made it feel as if it wasn't. 

As he closes his face in, I could see a glimpse of a certain navy-blue-haired girl dashing towards us with a remarkable speed, hitting Mr. Renard's crouching back.

"W-what do you think you're doing trying to k-kiss White, Dad?!?" Kayla fumes as she scolds her father who was lying down on the ground- tears forming in his eyes from the unexpected pain. He wasn't even able to answer as Kayla scolds him as if she was venting out.

looking at the scene before my eyes, I let out a small laugh of amusement from this father and daughter's antics. Although I myself had never felt what it was like to be with a loving father, I could tell that it would have been fulfilling.

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As the three of us walk deeper in the forest, I took the time to wonder about how in the world is the light that the Dorr emits not blue, but the same white light a yellow sun does? Furthermore, the water is crystal clear blue, yet the sky shines in a pinkish hue. Such pinkness would have been the same as an afternoon before the sunsets, but for the sky to remain the way it is. It just doesn't make sense to me at all.

Although asking Mr. Renard right now would probably sate my curiosity, his grim yet mischievous stare makes it hard to ask. Luckily Kayla, being the ball of energy that she is, is humming around whilst skipping lightening the mood around us.

Suddenly, Mr. Renard comes to a stop raising his hand to signal us to do the same. Following his gaze, there was a cat-? well to be more precise, it was a large brown cat-looking beast with horns branching and spiking upwards slightly to the sides of its head and back. It had a big frame, similar to a wolf, making it look unusual. Moreover, there were more of them just a few distances away.

"Oy brat, see those chimera wildcats right there? Those things may look like big adorable house cats, but trust me, they're not. So good luck brat!"