6 A New Day

While it was definitely a wise choice to scope out the intricacies of his personal system by testing the banners and the individual returns he can get from summoning, he would be lying if he said he wasn't doing it mainly out of his own addiction to the gacha itself. 

"Let's go! One summon on the 'Rookie Skill' banner!" He held the three coppers up. 

[Summon Initiated!]

He wasn't exactly certain of what to expect from the [Skill] summon, though from the sounds of it, it seemed to contain passive abilities of some sort. Though he didn't get his hopes up, especially with the nature of the [Rookie] banner and its less-than-fancy options. 

"--Huh?!"

It was a similar sensation to having the knowledge of magecraft imprinted on his mind, however, this was distinctly different; he could feel foreign mysticism shifting the very fibers of his muscles, altering his physiology in ways unknown. 

[New Skill Obtained: (B) Flip | Special Traits: Forward, Backward, Left, or Right!] 

[Pity: +1 | 3/100]

"'Flip'?...Let's see…" He muttered, opting to test out the newly-acquired ability. 

While standing in the center of the room where there was enough space for movement, he began the motion to do a front flip before–

"Careful!" Edith called out. 

"Woah!"

The world spun for a split-second as gravity swirled around him, yet he found himself back on his feet in the next moment. It was a perfectly-executed front flip. 

'...I've never done a flip in my life. What the hell? It was as natural as breathing for me–this is kind of scary,' he thought. 

Edith was close to him, having quickly stepped over when he first flipped in an attempt to catch him, but there was no faulty misstep to make up for. 

"I did it," he smiled. 

"You did," Edith nodded, looking somewhat surprised, but mainly relieved he didn't snap his neck in a slip. 

Though the abilities he gained from his test summons weren't exactly flashy nor seeming to be instantaneous win-conditions in a fight, he already felt they had use in battle and outside of it. All that was left for him now was one thing before settling in for the night: acquiring a usable weapon. 

"I'd suggest getting some rest soon. We'll want to visit the Guild early before all of the quests are taken by others," Edith informed him, sitting on the second bed in the room. 

"Sure–just one more thing before I check out," he assured her with a smirk. 

–However, 'one more summon' was only applicable in his mind because he had become a bit too lost in his recent fortune. 

"...Weapon Summon!" 

[New Weapon Obtained: (B) Dull Dagger | Special Traits: Able to cut butter!] 

[Pity: +1 | 4/100]

A terribly useless dagger without any sharpness to its edge; another dud weapon summoned once more. 

"Another!"

[New Weapon Obtained: (B) Broken Long Sword | Special Traits: Half the weight!] 

[Pity: +1 | 5/100]

A sword that was missing the entire upper half of the blade, the rest of which didn't look any special either, dirty and somewhat dull and cracked. 

–It took six more summons, all of which were [Basic] rarity, primarily useless weapons until he acquired one that met his satisfaction:

[New Weapon Obtained: (R) Frostfang | Special Traits: Ice Cold!] 

[ATK: 5]

[Pity: 0/100] 

The sought-after ten-percent summon was hit, and with it, a golden flash embarked from the digital display of his Gacha system. 

"Yes! Finally!" He triumphantly announced. 

In his hand was a spectacular dagger with a black handle and a blade that was forged of an ice as tough as steel, giving off a frosty air through its mystical length. 

Edith yawned, "...Good job, Master," she tiredly congratulated. 

"Don't worry, I'm heading to bed now," he said with a satisfied smile, still enamored with the enchanted dagger he summoned. 

All-in-all, he managed to leave himself with thirty-seven copper, reluctant to spend further as there were still essentials to consider, and perhaps better banners that would arrive with his own leveling. 

'Tomorrow, I'll take whatever quests I can and level up…I'm going to take this life for what it's got,' he decided. 

–

As the next morning arrived, he was met by Edith, who seemed to long since be awake as he sat up and yawned, stretching his arms. 

"Mornin' Did you sleep well?...What's that?" He rubbed his eyes. 

The silver-haired woman was holding a large sack that seemed stuffed full of heavy material, though his groggy mind hadn't yet figured it out. 

"Morning and yes, I slept well enough. I gathered all of the 'failed' weapons you summoned last night. If you're not going to use them, you should sell them to the local blacksmith," Edith suggested. 

"Good thinking," he nodded, getting up. 

As they both left the room, Jett found himself immediately greeted by a burly figure that filled the width of the inn's cozy corridor. 

"Aaaaagh," the man yawned like a bear. 

"Morning, Gunter," Jett said, looking up at the familiar man. 

"Morning! Ga-ha-ha! I slept like a log," Gunter said, now following behind them as he scratched his beard. 

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single point of evidence that suggested that the booze-lover was even hungover in the slightest; the man was simply an anomaly of mead. 

Gunter looked down curiously, eyeing the sheathed, black-handled dagger attached to Jett's belt, "Looks like you got some new gear." 

He looked back at the booze-drinking warrior pulling a bit on the heavy sack of weapons he had slung over his back with a smile, "You bet. I've got a lot of duds I need to sell. I wanted to check out the Guild first, but I don't really wanna lug all of this around in the process…We should go to the blacksmith's shop first."

"I offered to carry it," Edith slightly pouted, huffing under her words. 

"I've got it, I've got it," Jett assured her with a chuckle. 

Gunter laughed boisterously with enough volume to surely wake up the entire inn, "Ya don't get it, Edith! This is a man's honor you're treading on! Jett won't let a woman carry his load!" 

"Only fools abide by such principles," Edith remarked, looking away. 

"Say what–?!" Gunter responded in surprise. 

"A woman can be every bit as strong, if not surpass a man. Case in point, I could easily take you down in a fight," Edith told the booze-loving warrior. 

"Is that so…?" Gunter smiled as a vein pressed against his forehead. 

The silver-haired girl's hand neared her sheathed sword while Gunter seemed ready to reach for the ax strapped to his back at a moment's notice. It was frightening just how quickly the reputation of fighter's got out of hand. 

"Alright, enough of that," Jett intercepted. 

The air of tension immediately settled from his intervention; despite being half the size of Gunter and not nearly as skilled as Edith, the two combatants didn't waste a moment to head his command. 

"Apologies, Master," Edith momentarily closed her eyes, nodding her head. 

"Ga-ha-ha! I was just kiddin' anyway! Don't worry, Jett!" Gunter laughed. 

While they arrived at the lobby of the inn, he checked out before a brawl of disaster occurred in the lovely establishment, quickly heading into town with his two familiars. 

Out into the town, soft, orange rays of the morning sun cascaded down on the waking community. The buildings of stone-and-wood perfectly fit the aesthetic of a fantasy beginner town he had in his mind as an avid gamer, along with the townsfolk he saw either sitting outside of their homes or the adventurers who strolled by. 

"Today is a big day–well, first things first, let's see if the blacksmith will take this junk off of  me," he muttered. 

Gunter proudly walked forward, ushering for the two to follow, "If Merdlum is the same as I 'member it, the blacksmith's shop should be down this road!"