![]() They were lying on the ground not far from the bed. Soon after, a gruff male voice called out. I’d forgotten about that in the sudden existential crisis and all.Ī door slammed open in the distance. Can’t have that happen before getting our next payoff, can we?” I taught you well enough to fight without them, but you might distract the newer recruits. “Right.” Jeralt nodded and said, “Then I’ll see you outside kid. Wouldn’t do to have the Ashen Demon looking nervous on our first mission in the Kingdom, would it? The newbies might think that the world’s coming to an end.” “You might want to splash some water on your face before you get out there. The former a grizzled merc that wielded a broadsword. They’d been around since Byleth was a toddler. Old drinking buddies and comrades of Jeralt. Clark would probably chalk it up to nerves while Diane would think you need some more food.”Ĭlark. “Well, I don’t think the others would notice too much. I grimaced and said, “Do I look that bad?” A normal mercenary can’t, but who do you think I am? Chopped liver?” And even if I’m not, a mercenary can’t choose to just give up a job, can he?” “I’m fine.” After taking a deep breath, the headache faded. But what was it again? No, what was my name. A test had just occurred… no, I had taken a test. I had been waiting to learn of some important news. The first chance to be a bit independent. Today would be the day where I started leading my own troops. “Don’t tell me you forgot? Everyone’s already waiting for you outside.”Įveryone…? Ah. The battlefield’s no place for idle thoughts.” “Well, get that out of your mind for now. But you’ve always been the serious type… hm.” Jeralt shook his head. If it was someone like Clark, that would make sense. “Normally I’d tell you to lay off the story books… but you aren’t the type to read those. Jeralt took my silence as a sign to continue. Byleth had been seeing those dreams approximately that time ago. Wracking my mind, I realized that was correct. That girl and then a huge battlefield… you said this started just a few weeks ago, right?”Ī few weeks ago. Jeralt sighed and ran his hand through his hair. I didn’t trust my voice at the moment to speak. Hearing the easy answer, I gave a slight nod. Something that Byleth didn’t notice, but that I did. His parental love, clumsy but firm as a mountain. I remembered him carefully teaching me how to fight and survive. Could I say that I wasn’t Byleth? No, that wasn’t completely true. Despite my ambivalent tone, he seemed to have seen through it to the worry I felt. The words were filled with concern that only a father could have. You’re usually a heavy sleeper.” Jeralt smiled, a thin line that barely eased his stern expression. “I’m up.” The words spilled from my mouth before I could think about them. Jeralt Eisner, leader of the Eisner Mercenary Troop. The look of a man who had seen countless battles. He had a grizzled beard and a stern expression. Through it walked a man with blonde hair tied in a short ponytail. ![]() Enough for me to play the part until I figured out where ‘I’ started and ‘he’ continued. That wasn’t me… but saying it was enough for me to focus. “Byleth.” I muttered the name to myself to try and anchor my racing thoughts. The sound snapped me out of the deluge of memories and helped me focus. Fiction that becomes reality, reality that becomes fiction. ![]() Memories of magic, of technology, of science, of faith. Memories of this world, of Fodlan, but through a screen. A surge of memories spilled forth, filling my mind. “I… what’s happening to me? No, what happened to me?”Ī splitting headache. “This is weird.” I muttered and shook my head. Smooth pale skin that was completely unblemished. Chiseled abs that looked far too exaggerated to be real… except that they were. Toned arms and legs with muscles as firm as steel. What was going on here?Ĭonfused, I examined the rest of my body. I lowered my hand and stared at my clenched fist. The crisp sound of breaking air echoed in the room. To test my suspicion, I threw out a casual punch. Coordinated and holding back force that I couldn’t remember having. Not only that, but moving around felt… smooth. A dirty windowpane set inside a wornout wooden frame. In doing so, I began to notice where I was.Ī ceiling with wooden rafters. I winced and brought a hand to my forehead. Foreign memories slipped into my mind, along with a name: Byleth. When I opened my eyes, I had become someone else.
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