As soon as I confirmed my choice, I felt a slight headache, before a stream of knowledge entered my body. Yes, despite how I perceived my consciousness to reside solely in my brain, I felt my muscles twitching, as if someone infused them with memory, allowing me to suddenly display an average level of proficiency in the Xernerian swordsmanship.
Yes, despite obtaining this set of moves from the system and instantly being able to use it without shame, I was nowhere close to what a true master could do with it.
I already realised it with how different crafting skills could complement each other, but outside of paths, all my abilities or skills were at most, mediocre.
At first, when I noticed it, I wanted to blame Bonger. In this typical modernist and adult approach to life, I was looking for fault anywhere that wasn't me. But this wasn't the earth, where if I didn't like something, I could call the manager and make his or her day worse by throwing a bunch of invectives on them.
