An Average Reincarnation

Freya the Fox

After I shot down a tree with icicle spear the party started treating me like a prodigy and started attempting to teach me various things.

"Come Alfon, let us see your talent with the blade!" Donovan yelled as he handed me a spare training sword. Unfortunately, I still had the body of a two-year-old, so I fell over as soon as he let go. My mother didn't talk to Donovan for two whole days after that. Donovan looked quite down so I made sure to give him a hug when mother wasn't watching, he gave me a kind smile and patted my head gently.

Swift gave me some easy mathematics problems that I solved quite quickly, he then started raving to the group about how I was the merchant of the century.

"He knows division and multiplication without even seeing it beforehand, Sylvestra, do you perhaps have dragonblood flowing through your veins?" he proclaimed, "You simply must send him to a Darinstone Academy, he shall usher in the new-ow ow ow ow" mother pinched his ears and scolded him about yelling too loud when I could listen.

Master Rafine started teaching me some more magic, I've learned that the tiers of spell go like 1st, 2nd, 3rd, Knight, Lord, Royal, King, Saint, Deity, Divine. Apparently, we don't go past 3 on numbers because few people can cast above 3rd class spells. You were also classified as a mage of that rank if you could use five spells of that rank or one spell above it.

I was a 2nd rank mage at the moment and Rafine was a Lord rank mage.

She also tried teaching me some other 3rd ranked spells after, but I could either grasp none of them or ran out of mana while mid cast, so we concluded I had a natural affinity for icicle spear.

These days I was training by casting various evocation spells until I ran out of mana. Unfortunately, Rafine isn't skilled in the other schools of magic to teach me those.

"I... apologize Alfy, I wish you could have a better teacher."

I really wanted to say, 'you're the best teacher I could ask for.' at that moment but all that came out of my mouth was: "Yabeaor." She gave me a smile and ruffled my hair.

Prisilla didn't treat me any differently but started telling me stories of her various travels. My favorite one was where she waltzed into a combat competition and beat everyone black and blue. However, since the competition was supposed to be rigged in advance, so they made up a rule on the spot that didn't permit beastmen from entering. She got so mad that she slapped the organizer upside down, grabbed the cash prize and just ran off. She is banned from that town to this day.

"I held myself back you know nya?" she pouted at me, "I coulda wiped out the whole lot of them but Donovan told me killing people is no good." Donovan and Prisilla apparently knew each other before the party's creation.

Mother was immensely proud of me, but when she held me, she would always say, "It's okay Alfy, the road to the future is open to you, no matter which path you take mama will always support you." I think I nearly started crying again when she said that the first time.

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After travelling quite a while, we dropped off some merchant escorts in a city who had just begun its harvest festival. Prisilla begged Donovan to stay a few days, so we rented out rooms for the weekend. At this point I could walk just fine, I remember mother giving me a grand hug when I took my first steps, but Rafine looked confused and said I had already been doing this the past few days. Mother gave Rafine a good scolding for not telling her sooner. Unfortunately, I still couldn't talk, every time I tried it hurt so I eventually stopped trying, I understood everything just fine anyway and I often conjured sand and wrote things down if I needed to get something complicated across.