In My Second Life, I Could See My Skills, so the More I Trained, the More Peerless I Became

Skill Acquisition

Name: Yasushi Sashima

Level: 1

Occupation: None

Skill: Appraisal Lv1

Unique Skill: Repeated Attempt

“There is one, right?”

Maybe it’s a habit from my childhood, or maybe it’s because the snooze I set didn’t go off. It was already 6 a.m.— two hours later than my usual wake-up time.

While my parents were still asleep, I gazed at my palm and saw that it was still a child’s small hand, showing a status window like the ones in video games.

I was too sleepy last night, so I did not mind it, but the reason I can find from this is probably due to the “Appraisal” displayed in the skill section.

Lv1 is, well, I guess just the level one.

The other thing I’m curious about is the Unique Skill called “Repeated Attempt.”

As for this, in my previous life, I was good at repeating simple tasks like shredding cabbage or typing out text.

I don’t know if that’s why I got it, or if I had it in my previous life as well, but was not able to manifest it; nonetheless, I think it is a skill that fits me.

I still can’t believe that I’m actually thinking about this skill.

Still, it must be real for me to be six years old again and be able to see the skill.

No, I was originally six years old. Then, I lived an uneventful life until I was twenty-six. and then I died, which some would refer to as a kind of prophetic dream.

I don’t know if it’s right to say that I’ve returned, but whatever the case, whether I’ve been dreaming or I’ve gone back in time, the end result will be the same.

It’s just a chicken-or-the-egg argument.

In the first place, I was twenty-six years old and had no girlfriend, and my life was such that I would collapse from overwork. Along the way, I had regretted many times that I wished I could have started my life over again and I live with no regrets.

In fact, I even thought that this is a second chance that God has given me.

Besides, it’s not like dwelling too much about what has happened will change the situation.

I don’t like to overthink things. So, I tried to change my way of thinking. For example, today is a Saturday, and if it were December 16, 2020, it would be a Wednesday and I would have to go to work; but twenty years ago, it was a Saturday.

Luckily, the day I have to go to work is now a holiday.

No, I don’t have to go to the office no matter what day of the week it is because I’m six years old again.

Still, the fact that my regression was on a holiday instead of a weekday was quite convenient for me, since I was attending kindergarten when I was six.

It’s hard to go to kindergarten when you’re six years old.

Besides, I’ve been wondering a lot about this suddenly appearing status window.

So I said, “Mom, I’m going to go play outside for a while!”

“What? It’s still morning! Come back before breakfast.”

“All right! I’m off!”

Well, I’m going to do a lot of research on this skill and whatnot.

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“River, tree, tree, asphalt, lawn, tree, tree, river, bridge.”

Huff. Huff. 

I was running, looking closely at various things when my “appraisal” skill was activated.

The scenery was flowing by. If you just want to look up appraisals, you can do it in the house. For example, it might be more efficient to look at the food in the refrigerator one by one.

But I still chose to run and observe because I like to run, to the extent that I became a member of the track and field team for three years in junior high school, either in my dreams or in my previous life.

Endurance running is good. Every time I run, my exhalation rises and my heart starts racing. Every time I do, my mind goes blank.

The bad things, the painful things, the sad things— they all vanish.

When I’m running, I’m so focused on it that I won’t be able to think about anything else. All I have to do is run.

I didn’t mind the time I spent silently focusing on something.

The river, the peach, the mountain peach, the asphalt, the grass, the (inumaki) yew plum pine.

As I was running, I started to see variations in the names of the trees.

It is true that this green park is full of peach trees in June, and the tree labeled “Inumaki” is indeed a Japanese peach tree.

The river may be too small to have a name in the first place.

Well, it’s just an exercise space in a green park.

However, the fact that I found out the name of the tree means that it may be…

Name: Yasushi Sashima ▼

Level: 1

Occupation: None

Skills: “Appraisal Lv2” , “Agility Correction Lv3”, “Muscle Strength Correction Lv3”

Unique Skill: Repeated Attempt

“The level has increased! And I have more skills!”

As I passed by, a man was looking at me with smiling eyes. No, well. I’m sure some kids would suddenly start talking about leveling up.

I observed the skills lightly, remembering that I am young again.

The Appraisal Lv2 has just gone up and what are the Agility and Strength Corrections?

Maybe I got them from running but to rise into Lv3! Maybe the high level has something to do with the fact that I was on the track team in my previous life?

I was indeed a track and field athlete in my previous life, and I am confident that my running form, footwork, and breathing are cleaner than those of people who were not track and field athletes.

I’ve been training to run as fast and efficiently as I can with as little physical effort as possible. So, I’ve come to the conclusion that this has led to the acquisition of skills at the higher level of 3.

There are two things that I can understand about this.

The first is that whatever you have worked on in your previous life has been passed on as skills, experiences, and memories in this life.

And the second is: “If you work hard, you will get a number as your skill level!”

That’s right. I don’t know if you’ll be rewarded for your hard work, but at least you’ll see the results in terms of your skill level.

You can see the results of your efforts in numbers.

Would there be anything that motivates you more than that?

I don’t know if it’s because of my skills or because my adrenaline is pumping like in a game.I walked faster and lighter than before.

I ran through the park, “appraising” myself until I collapsed from lack of oxygen.

Of course, I didn’t make it in time for breakfast. My father came looking for me, worried, and slapped me on the head.