Chapitre 3: Plan To Get Some Talents
10 years later...
A little boy with short brown hair, coupled with deep brown eyes, cute face and light-brown skin sat on the ground in a large, spacious room.
In front of him was a standard white board, an old man stood in front of the black board directing the boy and asking him questions from time to time.
This old man had been selected not because he was a brilliant scholar, but rather, because he was color-blind.
And the boy was Jason.
He had learned a lot about this world, things that were not spoken of in the novel. But the most settling one for him at the present was that their math was a walk in the park.
Originally he was supposed to receive basic education then thrown into this room to live the rest of his life, but fortunately the clan saw him as such a scholar that they decided to keep him alive to become a future strategist.
This proved something to him; the author was not as racist as he thought.
Most times he paid strict attention to the man since he found it funny that any problem this world's scientists couldn't solve they simply added magic to the equation.
Hilarious.
"Do you understand or do you want me to repeat it?" The old man asked.
"I understand sir." Jason said, as if he had been paying attention since.
"Good." A smile spread on the man's lips. "The lesson is continuing tomorrow."
He carried his bag and slung it over his shoulder before leaving.
Jason smiled as the man left, it was finally time to continue training.
The reason he was able to become proficient in advanced war tactics was due to the fact that he copied that talent, yes copied, he copied the talent from the woman who had given birth to him when she moved him to this room several years ago.
Jason would have preferred to copy other more powerful, explosive techniques from her but unfortunately he couldn't use magic. The only thing her entire skill set consisted of.
Besides that he had copied a few skills from the maids that bathed him daily until he was three years old.
Even though it was luck he could also say that he was lucky he wasn't left to fend for himself in this place after they left him here.
What he didn't know was that bathing him, feeding him and cooking for him was a punishment given to maids.
In the open space of the room he began moving freely, imitating fighting styles he had seen in his last life.
Originally it would have been hard to recall all those memories after 10 years even if they were remembered everyday but the system granted him near-perfect memory, allowing him to remember almost clearly what he had seen before.
He imitated various fighting styles from his favorite anime's, copying them as he tried to remember them correctly.
After several hours he finally stopped, sweat dripping from his body like an open faucet he finally stopped.
However as he dropped onto the floor, he felt warm energy in his surrounding.
"Is this nature energy?" He asked himself, though he was used to it he was still filled with euphoria anytime it happened.
Normally he couldn't feel the nature energy in the air, but this time it was different.
The energy latched onto his body, providing him with a short feeling of pleasure as it sunk into his body.
Jason was bewildered as everything stopped, he felt even more tired but he could feel something... Almost as if he had gotten stronger.
"I still can't believe that I'm like this." He said taking in several breaths.
His body's use of nature energy as a substitute of mana made him several times stronger than someone his age using mana to build the foundation of body.
"Status." He said silently.
[Name: Jason Hachiman
Age: 10
Physical – Mid Stage 2
Mental - Mid Stage 1
Mana - Stage 000 Early
Skills: Advanced War Tactics, Advanced Cooking.]
Jason smiled as he saw the first two stats the stats were coming along smoothly, his stats were coming along smoothly and when he finally found some resources his stats would skyrocket.
But no matter how many times he looked at the mana stat it left a sour taste in his mouth.
Apparently, the system was supposed to fix his mana deficiency but the author's racism was too strong, so strong that the problem skyrocketed to rates never seen before.
His body began passively repelling mana in in a certain radius of him.
His skills were the only good things he had going for him, the advanced war tactics made him a small asset to the clan making them still treat him like a poor human being instead of trash.
And advanced cooking allowed him to make food for himself.
He missed the maids that came before, those luscious thighs and assets became sort of a need for him. But he still usually saw them at least 2 weeks out of a month.
"Those days are truly worth being reincarnated." He said to himself as he imagined it, but his near-perfect memory wasn't enough.
On his face a perverted grin as he laid down on the ground, but today something just wasn't right.
No, nothing was right.
[Host is recommended to copy a talent.]
The system's mechanical voice came in his head, unfortunately the last time he stole a talent was when at least a year and some months ago when he got advanced cooking from a maid.
He couldn't remember the sensation of copying a skill, and had no way to copy it.
'This system is annoying.' He thought to himself. 'But, it has a point. I need to copy at least a skill from someone.'
Jason went through his memory, trying to find someone useful to copy a talent from.
There were many talents in the Hachiman clan, but the problem was that they had a talent in magic not their physical abilities.
*Sigh
He let out a sigh unintentionally, there were quite a few people whom had physical talents. Unfortunately, he had no way to contact them and the fact that they would regard him as a fly or the fear that they had not awakened their talent shook him.
The only person that came into mind that fit the criteria was the Clan's head's son, he would be able to extract several talents from him if they met.
The clan head's son – Zane Hachiman, one of the greatest powers in this world. Unfortunately he was his personality was borderline complicated, a mix between an easy-going man and an arrogant and depressed man who felt like he needed to push himself.
The fact that he was somehow easy-going was something that didn't fit in with any of the agendas above, he had something called a split-personality.
But currently he was just a young boy, whom trained non-stop to impress his father and mother.
"The problem is the security. If I were to attempt to get there when I'm instructed never to step foot out of this house there will be problems... My skin color only makes it worse."
[Host is advised to visit the system shop.]
The reply came from the system, surprising Jason. He knew that his system was the type that listened and intervened but didn't it know he had already exhausted his points!
Jason glanced at his points, expecting the system to somehow grant him enough points to do a miracle.
But his hopes were dashed when he looked at the points, it remained at 5, the number he had spent it to.
Anytime he copied a talent the system gave him some points as compensation.
Since he copied two the system gave him enough points to buy a low quality aphro -ahem- item, he was just seven so he truly regretted the day.
A maid with all the properties he wanted was the one serving him that week, he could say he regretted the 10 minutes the "item" was in use.
Seeing those luscious thighs in full view was truly one of the best times in his new life...
"But enough of that." He reasoned snapping out of his daze. "I need to figure out a plan."
[Host is advised to borrow.]
'Seriously, borrow! What...'
At that moment a devilish smirk spread across his face as a plan began to formulate in his mind.
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