⚔️Serberia

The book about his homeland left an indelible impression on Mirai, reminding him of what and how he should strive for. With enthusiasm, he imagined his return, recalling the places, architecture, natural landscapes, and other various things associated with his childhood. However, even in these vivid images that had become clear in his memory, there were still gray spots, which were definitely not related to the brain being overloaded with new information – now he understood that it had always been this way. These gray spots were the people. His parents, peers, teachers – almost all of them were too uniform and focused on following the path of the sword, mostly not thinking about the fact that one could forge their own path in life not only with the blade of a katana, and showing little interest in the world beyond the islands of Yamato. As if serving in the imperial army was the only meaning in life. But here, in Baldur, things were different, as there were all sorts of people living nearby, each with their own unique story, with various skills and interests. Perhaps that's why his imagination persistently depicted the people around him in his homeland not as his real family, but as the one he had acquired in Baldur, making the picture quite surreal. Although, how different was he from the compatriots he had left behind, who only thought about how to more effectively slash with a sword? Medicine was good, but was it, combined with katana mastery, all he was capable of? How many times had these thoughts visited him? Ryohei thoughtfully snapped his fingers in an attempt to perform some kind of magical trick. Nothing happened. Yes, he had certain difficulties in mastering magic, most likely due to a lack of diligence in this matter – Emilia said that he needed to practice regularly, but so much was happening... As a result, he was still only practicing diligently turning his opponents into bloody mincemeat when it came to defeating them. But maybe not all of them should die. What if he had to draw his blade against those who needed to be kept alive, whether by plan, by misunderstanding, or even due to the fault of evil magic? Of course, he could fight as usual, relying on his own medical skills afterward, but carelessness in this would be very unfortunate... Based on these reflections, Ryohei went to train with Gungnir.