My Parasite Skill System

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The grass.

The blades of grass.

Always so much grass.

And always so many blades of grass.

There is so much. So, so, so, so very, very, very, very much.

And there are so many. So, so, so, so very, very, very, very many.

I have to insist upon that.

Very many grasses, if that makes sense.

A field of so many acres of just dirt and grass.

A field that goes very far in the distance. Extending there, lying from East to West, and North to South.

Yes, let's make it official. Very Many Grasses.

That's the name with which it'll have to go by. This name is its brand. It must be. Or maybe it isn't, and I have just decided that. But be it so, or so, it doesn't matter one bit.

Either way, I just have decided that.

And so, it is.

Very Many Grasses was the name of this place, and I was down here, at the heart of itself.

Or, no. I was at the heart of itself, but had to move a bit further away. Technical problems. We'll talk about that later on.

So, I am down here, in between all these blades of grass, but not at the heart of the field of blades of grass.

My tiny black shell was to be found here, gripping real hard on one of the many blades of grass.

As I gripped upon it, it leaned to one side.

Hm.

And I observed what I had to observe: very, very beautiful, all these blades of grass.

Very green, very beautiful, and very deployed. That was right.

Soft to the touch, the grass on top of which my main body was resting right now was really feeling good. I liked it.

Very soft and mellow, yet just rigid and rigorous enough when needed.

From that upclose to them, one could compare them to some beautiful babe's legs.

Long, thick, very alluring, going firmly stood and planted onto the ground and so much more my words wouldn't describe.

Firmly planted onto the ground, yes--and yet, these babes really were going at it, letting their legs waddle and shake when the upper winds would dare come by them.

Visiting us--me and them--down here, the winds would never go without their usual greeting sound: fuuuuuuh~.

And with these very greetings, the alluring standing greens--be it the babes' legs, or the blades of grass--would never miss an occasion to go all waddling and shaking in response.

All of which rustled, like a beautiful melody.

The grass was very long, of course it'd be rustling.

And I am standing by this.

The winds blow, the blades of grass shiver, and I'm just standing by … what was I doing down here?

All my legs were entangled and wrapped around one single deployed blade of grass.

And well … I did go all munch-munch-munch at it, while standing at its top … but no can do: I can't just eat it, it seems.

I couldn't eat the grass with this tiny body and mouth of mine.

Or maybe I can.

I'd just be requiring some good sharp teeth to cut it to pieces. But I don't have that in this form.

So maybe I can't. And that's about it.

I'm sure if I could pull that much off at least, I could manage just fine the rest: swallowing it down and just digest it--

When suddenly four giants armored feet with two other blades--not blades of grass this time about, but real metallic blades--just gushed forth from their place to me:

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Woooo~

CLANG!

THUD!

Don't--

CLANG!

CLANG!

Tell me--

THUD!

Thud!

Thud.

I'll have to find another spot!!!

Thud…

(Thud, thud, thud…)

Oh, no.

The earth had stopped its shattering.

They went away.

Phew.

That's a good thing.

I don't have to change spots, in the end.

These are the technical problems I mentioned earlier, by the way.

I've had to do that many times before.

They wouldn't just leave me alone, the feet and swords.

I was just with my grass as I tried to eat it. But they wouldn't just leave me to my task.

I was kind of sad and disappointed with their behavior … but so what?

But so what, you ask, hm, I just wanted to tell them off a bit.

Telling off the loudly stomping feet alongside the clanging metallic swords.

Yeah, I want that.

But knowing I'll be having plenty of time to do that afterward, I just didn't.

And for now … let's just munch onto some more grass, 'cause I really want to … nah, okay, I'll stop.

Let's get onto the main thing, then.

We want it to get moving, already.

Enough of blades of grass this, and blades of grass that.

Let's just--I am sentient.

[Consciousness] Passive Skill.

I am conscious.

And that very skill coped with the other infamous [Mana Perception] Passive Skill, I really was conscious.

It had an impact on me.

I wasn't just lifelessly living, let's put it that way.

I could feel, see, hear, touch, smell, taste, understand, comprehend, and the list would go on like this, long, long before it ends.

That was me.

I felt and touched the numerous blades of grass. I could feel and touch the dirt beneath it, too.

And, moving onto the interesting stuff: what I could also feel was the feet, wildly stomping onto the ground, making the earth shake and shatter underneath their weight and power.

There were also the clanging swords … going all clang, clang, clang, in their wild tendency to do so as they engaged in fight between each other.

The metal would strike another metal.

And all of which, taking place under the sun of this day, was resulting in sparks flying off down my way.

People were fighting up there.

Lots and lots of people.

To keep it short: there was a conflict going down between two groups of people.

And me, I was down their feet, hanging out with the genuine me--with my genuine form.

My senses were observing things. Things about my environment, and things about myself.

It was interesting to me, and so, willing to know more about myself, I just observed facts.

Fact about my skills. That's what was picking my interest, of course.

And so, taking up where we left off, it made two skills for now: [Consciousness] and [Mana Perception].

Using them--though not really using them, since they were passive skills--I was being myself through the world that surrounded me.

But as it just started to be boring, I decided to act.

What was I doing down there again? I was observing facts--And I still would afterward.

Concentrating on the source of mana I felt within myself … I visualized it flooding out--And it just did.

My mana flooded out, spread around, and formed into the much bigger myself than the real me.

When I first did that, it felt weird. But, right now, it didn't quite feel weird anymore.

Thanks to whom?

Old Sipping.

Old Sipping taught me that.

Mana flooded out and formed into limbs, legs, arms, hands, fingers--all of that being topped off by my head.

My eyes grew wide open.

The first things I saw were my silverish green strands of hair.

❮Quest's Instruction: Head over to the battlefield. 1/1❯

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