My Parasite Skill System

"And we have arrived, my boy!"

"We have?"

"Sure. We have."

"Oh?... oh."

"… Don't simply 'oh' me, little man. I deserve much, much better."

"No, it's just … now that I see it, this isn't the first time I drop by here, that's all."

"Humph, but that's only for sure, little man. I told you, didn't I? There was no way you never came around."

"… right."

We arrived there. Passing through one of the many hallways of the Guild Bureau, we were led here.

Was that actually how the two places were linked with each other?

I said I'd never been there before. And so it isn't true, huh. I mean, not entirely true. But mostly true still. I'd been there, already.

I'd never stepped inside of the Guild's headquarters before, but I've dropped by this place before. Thinking the two places are so close by. I guess I didn't find any of the office-like aspects of this place before 'cause I didn't need to.

The Guild Bureau's area was kind of big, to say the least. Seeing it from the sky, being a flying bird, it covered a big area. And thus, with numerous facilities and establishments.

Yes, it was big enough.

Wandering off on foot throughout the hallways of this place, with Clumsy Babe, we just came out of one of the same black and rustic double-door of this place–it gave on an open area.

And this open area still was part of the Guild's realm.

Woah, woah, woah. Lots of things out here. It can hardly be called a circle, but that still is about a circle.

Going forming a circle, a dozen light constructs were settled down there. Accommodations and quarters.

Out there, under the light of the sun, they formed some sort of harbor where people went and passed.

And so, this bright area was part of the Guild's realm, huh. This was about the training grounds, where I'll get to figure out … my skills … or something. Probably.

"What is it, now, my dear?" Clumsy Babe stepped up, extending her hand to me. "This is your place. I took you here. So come along … and ask whatever question you might want to. I haven't come here for nothing, after all."

Only stairs separated me and the actual training grounds.

"… hm. No, you haven't," I said, starting down the stairs. "You haven't come here for nothing," I agreed with her.

"And so, anyway, you just didn't know where it was spotted, mm?"

"No."

We climbed down the stairs pretty quickly.

"That figures. But see, I was right. You came around already. It isn't your first time here. And I'll bet you did that more than only once."

And after the dusty yellowish stairs, we were up on it. Up on the ground. Up on the field. As my companion didn't stop just yet, proceeding to explore the exciting unknown, I tagged along still.

Did I come here that much often?

"No."

"Huh. You aren't so excited anymore, are you? Begging me then, and playing it super calm now."

"No."

"Yes. … Yes, yes, yes, yes–"

"I only begged you because I knew you'd help me. You're some very kind human, after all, Party's priestess."

"Brat," she scoffed, pausing, and scoffing some more. "Tell me about it, Party's mascot."

The training grounds: where the people get training for the mastery of their class and skill.

This place is bound to be the one where I will figure myself out. It will be.

With Clumsy Babe, I walked around the blocks. And doing just so: I asked questions.

Right now's theme was just about gathering information.

Each of the constructs down there were each guilds'. They weren't their headquarters, though. They just were sort of there, because they had to in order to produce new recruits.

Each guild, for example, the four significant ones–the warriors', the mages', and the archers'–had their place here.

As we so happened to find ourselves in the main operating area of the Guild, they had to be there. It was of convention for them to be.

And Clumsy Babe repeated: to the rookies and newcomers; this was the ideal way for them to get the gist of this whole adventuring business.

I so happened to be part of this group of rookies, incidentally. The newcomers hardly had the time to go about visiting this whole versatile and lively capital of Rinceville in order to visit each of the guilds separately.

Why would they go and visit them all, anyway? Well, wasn't it in order to pick one?

Pick one, to do what?

Clumsy Babe said I asked a lot of questions. Useless questions. And that it should be tiresome.

Adventurers picked a guild simply to pick a class. Picking their class, they would get their training going. And getting their training going, they would learn their skills, mastering their class day by day.

As I asked many questions, I thought I'd make a display of my knowledge a little, now.

She talked about the different abilities of each class, how inherent those would be to their respective classes, and how, as such, it was so important to pick the right class.

Interrupting her, I talked about these abilities, too. The masters and instructors of each different class must have been very proficient at using mana that they may teach the disciples of their science and expertise.

The controlling of one's mana wasn't an easy thing to–but I was interrupted myself.

If I thought being a magic-user was so common as to make most of the adventurers magic users, I couldn't be more wrong.

Didn't each of the adventuring folks come of the Institution, though?

Well, hardly so. Clumsy Babe was astounded at how ignorant I was regarding all these, and I thought she was right.

I was ignorant, but now I knew. Asking questions paid off well, in the end. And so, magic users really weren't much of the overall population, eh. That also meant all adventurers weren't magic users.

This was funny to me. People really could be inferior in so many ways.

And it only struck me then how much information there was for me to learn and discover about the world.

But I discarded all these for now.

'Cause, I mean, I didn't really care for now, I guess.

There was a reason for which I'd want to come there and–❮ 'Became Monster' Mandatory Quest – Within the Guild Bureau, let the Player head down to the training grounds and join a Guild. 0/1 ❯–this was part of the grand schemes of things; even though I had yet to know that.

For now, I only observed. My escort (before letting me know for the nth time it really was weird it was my first time discovering all this) indicated me to do so; so I just did.

Passing by the warriors' lodge and area, I peeked over to their side, making sure I wasn't seen by them for some unknown reason.

Gently sliding my eyes in from the side of their wide, open entrance–there were a dozen people.. Gauging them up, I think there was one, two, and three instructors or masters by the place at the moment.