- Einstein No-Last-Name-Yet

4 Years later.

I'm a healthy boy.

"Ein! Can you please help your sister with her homework!"

The orphanage was pretty well off, they could sent every children school though only the basic ones up to maybe Grade 6.

As I am the type of genius to appear once in a lifetime, I'm pretty sure I can get my doctorate degree right now if I wanted to.

Heck, I could be a lawyer, engineer, rocket scientist, mathematician or even a priest if I wanted to.

Thus, I was given the name Einstein again. Not that I don't like it, as long as my last name isn't Gaylord.

Because of my immense intelligence and maturity far above a 4 year old, I became somewhat of a tutor for the entire orphanage.

I didn't go to school myself as I plan on skipping to highschool sometime later. No point disturbing myself over something that can be done casually.

(Please don't do this in real life, finish your education guys)

With that said, I took a seat beside my sister. There's many sister and brother I have here, but I don't care about remembering their names too much.

...

Ok, I lied. I at least remember their first names.

I took a peek at her homework and wrote the answers on another paper, leaving them beside her.

"Anna, here's the answer key, it's not something you should learn to do by yourself, so I'll just give the answer straight"

Really, why should I have to spend time teaching her about history?

"Ah. Thanks Ein!"

I left her on her own and sat back at the couch I was lounging on. Picking up a comic book.

It was some comics I can't recognize, this world has severely different comics and manga.

Well, they're different so I guess they're far better.

Having different manga and comics also give me the advantage of plagiarism but it's from another world, so all's okay.

I'm not proud of it, but I've read Harry Potter about 50 times over and over again.

Being homeless and the public library having the complete series helped.

Factoring my intelligence into it, I have managed to write halfway into the first book.

Word.

For.

Word.

Publishing it should get me some cash and if I complete the whole series, I should be set for this life.

Or, I could try remember other stuff.

Then again, I could just get a proper job...

I closed the comic book and sighed.

Life Plans are the worst, maybe I could just try and be adopted by a rich person or something?

So much things to do, not much time to decide...

"Oh? Ein, reading by yourself again?"

It was the grandma nun who picked me up.

She sat beside me and caressed my head.

"Your hair has grown longer, such beautiful platinum blonde. How could your parents just abandon such an handsome boy like you, eh? Hahaha"

"Probably because they can't raise me or something, honestly they shouldn't have made me in the first pla- owowow"

She pulled my ear.

"Now, now, Ein. Wishing that you've never been born is bad. Every life is a gift from God and you should cherish it, including yours. Okay?"

"I know. I'm sorry"

"Good boy, the food is already prepared would you like to help me set the table?"

I nodded and followed her, I don't want to admit it but I've grown a weak spot on this grandma nun.

Reminds me of my wife is she ever got to age finely.

Damn.

Is there some leaking water?

My eyes are wet.

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"Heavenly Father, thank you for these food that you have given us, cleanse it before we eat and bless it as we eat. In your most powerful holy name, Amen"

Then we started eating, I waited for everyone to take theirs and I helped pass the food around.

Once everybody else had theirs, I took my own and left the table. It's bad manners, but I forced them to get used to me not eating with them.

Even when I was a homeless hobo, I didn't like people watching me eat though that's for obvious reasons.

It seems to have carried on with me in this life.

I'm too lazy to fix it so whatever.

In prison, you had to eat fast. So, that's also something I carrier over and in merely a few minutes, I was finished.

I washed my plates and went back to the couch.

Honestly, there was nothing for me to do in here. Just grow up, help whenever necessary and try to decide on how to live a successful life.

Oh. Maybe I'll also sightsee.

I closed my eyes.

I remember going to China before and seeing the great walls myself.

Those high walls and the cool air, it felt amazing thinking how proud the builders were after they've finished with it.

...

It's quite chilly suddenly.

I opened my eyes.

Oh.

I'm on top of the great walls.

...

Now hold on a minute, what?

I looked around me, it's no doubt the great walls, my memory is pretty clear on that.

The real question is what am I doing here.

How am I here.

Why?

A bright light came from the cross necklace we have.

It's part of our orphanage rules to have a cross at all times because religion.

Oh.

Wait.

Is this somehow connected to the Gacha from before?

I remember it was Sternritter Custom Schrift S - Spatial... Transference

Oh.

Oho.

I never expected much from the Gacha, but teleportation?

I got one of the most realistically useful type of power?

My luck ain't half bad after all.

Now, I just have to figure out this glowing cross, I took it off my neck just in case.

Now, what exactly is a Sternritter?

I've heard it before, I just don't know where?

From behind me, a German man was having a conversation with his German girlfriend.

...

Oh, Bleach. (Note that this is not actually a dumb moment of writing as usually otakus don't really recognize the term Sternritter unless if they've read Bleach and paid enough attention till the end, seriously I'm willing to bet a few people in this site wouldn't recognize the term Sternritter)

The Quincy Sternritter, was it not? They use magical crosses... that turns into a bow.

If I remember, they use something like Soul Particles and manipulate them into the shape of a bow usually, but some use bladed weapons too or even guns.

Then, if it's saying that this cross is recognized as my Quincy Cross then, hmm.

The bright white light turned into a blue light, from blue light into a simple bow, from a simple bow into a very intricate complex looking cyan colored bow.

Then a sniper rifle.

Then a sword.

"Eh. This is actually pretty easy"

(If you're ever planning to make your own Quincy MC fanfic, changing the shape of Soul Particles as a Quincy IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EASY and canonically needs training, Ein is just too much of a genius)

I then deactivated it and went back into the orphanage.

I've realized that the teleportation happened when I was trying to remember the exact image of when I was in the great walls with the thought of wanting to visit there again.

Thus, I'm willing to bet the Spatial Transference is the type of teleportation similar to instant transmission to a point, I'd have to experiment a bit more.

"Ein? Where have you been? Mother brought Ice Cream!"

"Hm"

I followed John, a boy 2 years older than me back into the dining table to get myself some Ice Cream.

I'm willing to stop for a bit if it's Ice Cream.