My Parasite Skill System

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This was war.

I was attending war.

And … what I can guess from what I see is: maybe these people weren't waging war on each other because it is fun, all matters considered.

The stage was covered with blood, screams, death, life, and clang

"Oaaaarrhhhhhh!!!" shouted some enormous orc, as he dashed onward.

Rage and brute strength drove him past the enemies' line.

He demolished his enemies.

And he was stabbed right after that, by other enemies.

On every side.

None of himself was to be spared.

The beast shouted again, but then fell down, and just passed.

--Another orc came around!

Swinging her thick sword and legs, she shouted too, as angrily as one could be.

All of this?

It got me astounded.

I was just next to 'this.'

It was hard to believe.

But, I insist, I was just next to 'this,' as I was still huffing and breathing, catching up my breath and replenishing my mana.

And it was still hard to believe I was standing by this as it unfolded.

That 'little' piece of action I had just observed was just about commonplace here, after all.

My two hands were being placed on each of my knees. I was just being passive, down here to the side, as my chest went up and down in repetitive movements.

And surprisingly, I'd grown bored of it.

Just standing by 'this,' wasn't too enticing to me.

In my mind, it was just as I'd explained beforehand: this is rather 'playing' than 'assessing.'

And thus I sank into my thoughts again: let's rather call it 'playing' then, this is no assessment by me.

I just wanna be having fun.

And thus, as I thought about the word 'playing,' suddenly and eerily enough, my strengths were replenished all at once.

It was just like providing water to a parched man.

The thought of 'playing' replenished me at once. I was ready to go.

My hands parted with my knees, I brought them in the air, and laughed, "Hah, hah, hah, hah!" caught by my sudden eagerness to go and play.

It was more of forced laughter than anything else … but it sounded fun. And so I laughed more, "Hah, hah, hah, hah!" posing in between each 'hah!' I could let out.

And just as being all laughing funnily was just being all laughing funnily, I clenched my fist, holding them out in the air,

"Here I come!"

And in this setting of blood and blade, I did join in.

As usual, tilting my head forward as I just did, I gave a push with my oh-so-strong legs … suddenly!

Woosh!

Grass and dust went flying away after my stomping foot blasted off.

With tempered senses and ever-moving eyes, I readied myself.

My shoulders were relaxed, and so were my legs.

Relaxed, but focused.

This was my entrance.

And then, 'woosh!' again!

Some more grass and dust flew after my feet swiped them off.

And in no time, I mingled with the frontline's people.

The stage was broad, I could do that just fine.

Oh, and it sure went quickly.

It was super sudden, yet it wasn't sudden at all. I'd just entered the real action and just doing that, I'd already bumped into an enemy.

Placing my hand onto my sword's handle, I unleashed it and went slashing at him.

It was only one orc who'd been unfortunate enough to cross paths with me right from the get-go.

And while being unfortunate was enough misfortune for himself ... he also didn't notice me at all.

This added more to his unluckiness, I think. I wasn't seen by him.

Maybe I was too tiny.

Maybe I was too quick.

Or maybe even something entirely different.

It was all the same either way.

I went assaulting him onto his right side.

Swinging my shortsword at him and rushing his way, I made two clean cuts on his right flank.

Blood didn't go splashing--the cut was too shallow--but the orc did lean to the side; he let out a grunt.

My feet were just sideways to his--suddenly, a huge sword came swinging at me too.

It went from behind.

The blow was targeted at my head. I could tell.

Clenching my teeth I quickly bent downward.

And the blow indeed was being aimed at my head.

Bending my body forward and downward, I evaded it.

But it wasn't all there was to my maneuver.

Doing this, I also came in even closer to the orc I'd just wounded.

He was still leaning onto his right flank, with both a knee and his sword planted on the ground, propping him up, sort of.

I could just finish him off, now. And that'd be another kill for myself.

Oh, and one human already was facing the wounded orc before I'd come to him.

Seeing his target wasn't well--the human didn't just stand still waiting for me to finish him off.

So just naturally, his sword was headed to his prey…

But as I said, I was about to finish the orc off … the orc kind of became my prey once I'd wounded him, right?

I mean, I'd been the one dealing the greater deal of damage to him, so naturally, he's mine now.

My shortsword was close to the orc, but I just turned again further to the side.

Another blow of the strong sword from behind me was just about coming again at me.

And thinking, 'bring it on!' I did evade it again, darting and coming in close to the human.

He wanted to steal my prey. I wouldn't let that go unpunished.

My shortsword was already readied. It was pointing at him in the most natural way possible.

Giving a rapid and sudden push with my elbow--

Clang!

The human's breastplate protected him. My sword bounced off of the metallic structure as I cursed.

I wasn't annoyed, but well. I just cursed. Maybe it was part of the fun, I didn't know.

My sword couldn't just go and pierce the human's breastplate.

So quite naturally, I couldn't wound him.

I was new to this. Just wanted to go and try myself at it. It didn't work. Metal wouldn't go piercing through metal easily.

After I had done that, the human's face, from behind his helm, was puzzled.

At first, I didn't quite get why. But then I could understand why, and so could you.

Why would a 'human,' attack himself.

But anyhow, he just bounced off following my shortsword, too.

Results were results. I wasn't too disappointed.

The wind then turned my heels. They spun around themselves, and I went back facing the wounded orc who was trying to get up and retreat at this point--

"Chain Attack!" I shouted with my childish voice, going back at the two orcs priorly behind my back.

They were to be dealt with.

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