New Life

A week has passed since I've reincarnated.

I've been wandering around the place where I was sent. I was placed on the continent, Septem. There are seven countries. Those countries are Priden, Greeline, Wrathilde, Envous, Lusitania, Gluttoise, and Slotchea. The country that I was placed in was Priden.

Once I reincarnated, it wasn't what I expected it to be. I thought I would become some adventurer and well start adventuring. However, I needed an adventuring license and I can only get that after I graduate from the adventuring academy.

There are three kinds of schools. Well, four if you include the law school, but as I said, I don't really care about political stuff. Anyway, three schools. A Knight school, Magic school, and of course the adventuring school. After people graduate from middle school, they have those choices. Knight school for those that want to become knights, Magic school for those that want to continue their knowledge of magic, and the Adventuring school. Well, it's obvious what that does.

I applied to enter the nearest Adventuring school, which was in the royal capital of Priden, Lucifis, the place where I was placed in. The entrance exam starts in two weeks, so I have to wait a while. I had to pay a fee of ten silver to apply. Luckily, I was given some money from Hades, but looks like he forgot about the fees for a room in an inn cause that costs two silver. Hades only provided me eleven silver and since I paid the fee to apply for the adventuring school, that left me with one coin.

That means I have to work for money. There were a few jobs that I could handle, though most of them required an adventuring license. Some bullshit.

I found a job in this inn called "Golden Sun". There was a sign with words written "Help Wanted." By help, I think they mean becoming a waiter. I could handle being a waiter. But then I remember that I'm not so social. To be honest, I have no idea how to communicate normally with people. The only communication I have done is with my clients over the phone and my teacher, who trained me into becoming what I am.

But I had no choice so this was the only thing I can settle with.

As I entered the inn, I was greeted by a woman at the counter. She smelled like roses and she looked around her twenties.

"Welcome. Are you staying or reserving some seats?"

"Uhh… I-I came here because of that sign outside."

"Oh, so you want to work?"

"Y-yeah."

Why am I so nervous? Well maybe it's because I never physically conversed with anyone before. Well, Hades and Ombra are different, I don't feel nervous talking to them. Communicating with my teacher and my clients are different than this.

"Alright, let me get the boss."

She left the counter and walked away. She passed another woman who I think was wearing a maid outfit. Then another woman met up with the two and she had what looked like cat ears. Maid outfits, catgirls… no way… and here I thought this world was going to be boring and bland.

"Who is he?"

"He wants to work here. Can you believe it?"

"A cutie like him? Really?"

What were they saying? I couldn't really hear what they were saying because of all the commotion going on. There were so many people. Is this the number of people that I have to deal with? I-I think I'm going to be sick. I have a bit of social anxiety.

About a minute later, the lady came back followed by a short kid. I looked down at the short kid and tilted my head. Is this the boss?

"So… what is your name?"

He asked.

"S-Seiya. Seiya Gekiryu."

"Seiya Gekiryu? A weird name. Anyway Seiya, you say you want to work here?"

"Well, yeah."

He squinted his eyes and me and scratched his chin.

"How social are you?"

"S-social? Well… no."

Damn, well of course you gotta be social if you want to be a waiter. Looks like I'll have to find another job.

"Hmm… with your looks, you definitely might attract a few female customers."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"How old are you Seiya?"

"15 years old."

"Well then Seiya. How good are you with knives?"

"Knives?"

He pointed to what looked like an old kitchen. There was a woman cooking what smelled like fried rice. Then there was a cutting board with a knife laying on it.

"You see, I really need an expert in cutting some meat. I needed someone to help me cut the meat that just got delivered to me. My last butcher died of a heart attack just a week ago and I'm in desperate need of a butcher. Are you ok with that?"

My teacher was formerly a butcher and he was a master with knives. He had me become a part time butcher for a small restaurant which one of his friends owned. When I was ten, my knife skills had become so polished that I even surpassed my teacher.

I took out the remaining knife in my jacket and chuckled.

"I'm prepared. In fact, I'm perfectly concentrated for this."

"Huh?"

Ten minutes later…

The boss had a dozen boars being ready to cut in the back. I placed them on the cutting board and used my knife, not the kitchen knife that I was offered.

I know every point and every angle. As long as I'm focused, I won't mess up.

It didn't even take me long to cut it. Ribs go there, belly goes there, etcetera.

After I finished, my knife had become dull. Looks like I should've used that butcher knife after all. Throwing knives are not fit to cut meat. My last memories of my former job is ruined. Well, I still have my clothes, but I'm going to have to buy new clothes so I can fit in with everyone. I've been getting some weird stares because of my clothes.

"Amazing. Such polished knife skills."

"Huh?"

I looked up, and everyone was staring at me with wide eyes. Oh shoot, I was too focused on butchering that I almost forgot I was being watched.

"With such a small knife, too. Who taught you how to do this?"

"My teacher."

"Where can I meet him?"

"Well he's-"

Oh wait, this is a different world so my teacher doesn't exist here. Gonna have to make up a lie.

"He's dead."

"Oh… my condolences."

"It's alright. So… do I get the job?"

"Oh certainly."

"Alright. So… how much do I get paid?"

"Hmm… how does one gold coin every day sound?"

"How much is a gold coin in silver?"

"A gold coin is a hundred silver coins."

"A hundred?!"

I can be rich in just a week. This job is definitely worth it.

"Alright, you got a deal."

"Good good. You can start officially tomorrow. Let's see, you need a room. Abigail, please set up a room for Seiya."

"Understood."

Abigail, the lady who was at the counter bowed and walked up the stairs.

"So uhh… mister…?"

"Oh, my apologies. My name is Julio Maserati, if you didn't already know, I own this place."

I inspected him. If I were to guess, he'd be around the height of a third-grader.

"Why are you-?"

"Don't you think that's a bit rude to ask?"

"Oh, sorry."

Everyone snickered but then went silent when Julio glared at them.

"Well then Seiya, it's good to have you onboard."

"Ah, thank you."

Looks like I've gotten a job. Though I wonder what he meant earlier by "With your looks, you definitely might attract a few female customers."

With my looks? I don't look special. I think I have bags under my eyes due to playing so many video games.

Later, I was led to my room, which was on the third floor. It had a bed, a desk, a chair, and a closet. I opened up the closet and there was a mirror. I took a look at my face.

My skin was as fair as it could be. I think my white bang grew an inch or two cause it was at the level of my chin. I suddenly spotted something on my neck.

"What the?"

When I took my jacket to take a closer look, there was a large scar around my neck. It was a clean line, like a halo. Where did I get this?

I thought for a while. Recalling how I died, I remember having my whole head crushed, but could it be that I was decapitated?

I don't want to think any further, thinking about the train gives me the chills. The trucks were enough.

I'm going to have to hide this scar up. Maybe buy a scarf once I have enough money.

"Are you a narcissist?"

A voice said behind me. It was Abigail.

"N-no!"

I panicked and quickly wore my jacket, hiding my scar up.

"Alright narcissist. You need to rest. You have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I see that you have some large bags under your eyes."

"O-oh, alright."

Gonna need something to cover my scar. Some bandages would do.

Or maybe...

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