Chapter 6: Rainfall and Routine
The sky was grey when Tanvin woke up. He sat up in bed and looked out through the small glass pane in his room. For the first time since he'd arrived in this world, dark clouds rolled across the sky, heavy with water. The soft patter of raindrops on the roof soon followed, rhythmic and calming.
[Day 14 — Status: Rainy | Temperature: Cool | Hunger: 75% | Energy: 90%]
Tanvin yawned, rubbed his eyes, and stretched. His cat was curled up at the foot of the bed, purring softly. It opened one eye, gave a lazy meow, and went back to sleep.
(A\N: he found This cat nearby in Forest)
He stood up and reached for the wooden cabinet near his crafting table. It was something he built two days ago, just for storing clothes and tools. Inside, his freshly washed leather tunic and pants waited. He pulled them on, tied his belt, and slipped his iron sword into its sheath—not because he expected a fight, but because it had become a habit.
[Equipped: Leather Armor (Light) | Iron Sword — Durability: 122/250]
As he stepped outside, the rain greeted him with a gentle chill. The air smelled clean, earthy, and rich. The fields glistened with droplets; the wheat swayed slightly in the wind. The animals in the barn were quiet today, sheltered under the roof he'd built.
Tanvin walked slowly along the gravel path that connected his home to the barn and field. His boots crunched against the path, water soaking into the edges.
"This is the kind of day where you stay indoors," he muttered with a smile, pulling up his hood. "But there's always something to do."
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[Morning Chores — Adjusted for Rain]
Despite the wet weather, Tanvin still went about his daily routine. First, he gathered a few fresh carrots from the farm—careful not to trample the soggy soil—and tossed some into the animal pens.
The cows mooed, the chickens clucked, and the pigs oinked happily. Even the sheep bleated as they approached the fence, nuzzling his hands for attention.
[Animals Fed — Mood: Satisfied | Farm Condition: Moist (Favorable)]
He chuckled as the chickens darted around, pecking at the ground. A few eggs lay near the coop's corner. He collected them and placed them into a wooden basket slung over his shoulder.
As he worked, the sound of the rain became a kind of background music. There was no rush, no danger—just the quiet rhythm of nature and the gentle creak of his home's wooden frame.
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[Project of the Day: Organizing the Storage Shed]
Back inside the house, Tanvin dried off and placed the eggs into a small chest beside the furnace. With the weather keeping him indoors, he decided today would be a good time to clean up the storage shed. Over the past few days, he'd been collecting materials—wood, stone, seeds, wool—but it was all mixed together without labels or categories.
"Time to fix that."
He moved next door to the small storage shed—a simple structure with a sloped roof and wide doors. Inside, chests lined the walls, some open, some overflowing.
He spent the next hour sorting:
* Chest 1: Ores and Ingots (Iron, Coal, Raw Copper)
* Chest 2: Building Blocks (Cobblestone, Oak Planks, Sand)
* Chest 3: Farming Items (Seeds, Wheat, Carrots)
* Chest 4: Mob Drops and Misc (String, Bones, Rotten Flesh)
* Chest 5: Tools and Weapons (Backup Stone Tools, Spare Bow)
[Inventory Organization Complete — Efficiency Boosted +10% | Mood: Focused]
When he stepped back to admire the clean layout, a sense of satisfaction warmed his chest. Everything had its place. Everything was where it should be.
"Little things make life easier."
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[Rainy Day Reflection]
Later, Tanvin returned to the house and placed a pot of water over the furnace to boil. He dropped in a few herbs he'd picked from the nearby forest—a makeshift tea of sorts. As it simmered, he returned to his journal and began writing.
Khanstead Journal — Day 14
Rain today. It's peaceful, but it reminds me of home. The monsoon season in Dhaka, when the streets would flood and the entire city slowed down. That feeling of staying indoors, sipping cha, listening to rain hit the tin rooftops… It's funny how similar this feels.
"But I'm not sad. Not anymore. I'm adjusting. I don't know if I'll ever go back, but I'm not wasting my days waiting for an answer. I'm living."
"Today I cleaned the shed, fed the animals, and reorganized everything. Tomorrow, I might work on a watchtower or explore deeper into the caves. For now, I just want to enjoy the sound of rain and the warmth of the fire."
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[Unexpected Visitor]
As he sipped his herbal tea near the fireplace, a soft knock came from the door.
Tanvin froze.
"What?"
He hadn't seen any other people since arriving. Villagers didn't seem to exist nearby. Was it a wandering trader?
Sword in hand, he approached the door carefully and opened it slightly.
A sheep stood there, soaked and shivering.
"…Oh."
He lowered his sword and opened the door wider. The sheep, white and slightly dirty from mud, stepped inside and looked around curiously.
[Passive Mob Detected — Name: None | Status: Wet | Mood: Cold]
Tanvin chuckled. "Looks like you didn't like the rain either."
He fetched a towel, dried the sheep gently, and let it rest near the fireplace.
"Maybe I should build an animal shelter closer to the house,*"he thought." For emergencies like this."
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[End of Day 14 — Calm and Complete]
As night fell, the rain softened into a drizzle. Tanvin sat near the fire, a book of recipes in one hand, his cat curled up beside him, and the sheep dozing peacefully nearby.
[Status Update: Energy 60% | Hunger 30% | Mood: Content]
He smiled and murmured to himself, "If this is what life is like here... maybe it's not so bad."
Outside, the world remained quiet. Inside, warmth, light, and calm filled the space.
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[End of Chapter 6]