Skill Bestowal
Skill Bestowal
My 15th birthday: the day of my Skill Bestowal ceremony. The last bastion of salvation for the magicless.
Needless to say, I got my hopes up a bit.
I may have been the only one in my class who couldn’t use magic, but God would grant me salvation. Or at least, he was supposed to.
The stained glass of the church in the neighboring town sure was pretty. The motifs, which were modeled on old legends, sparkled like the sun. I’m not a particularly spiritual person, but even I could appreciate how beautiful and sacred it was.
“Are you ready?”
A kind-looking priestess was looking right at me, smiling. I had been completely distracted by the stained glass.
“U-um, what exactly... should I be doing...?”
Ah, I’m probably coming off as suspicious, aren’t I...?
The priestess looked as if she was staring at some charming little animal. Is this how things go when hopeless kids like me show up?
“This way. Please kneel here.”
I did as I was told and entered what looked like a magic circle made of... stone, I guess? Here and there, the tops of the white rocks had been cut into, and magical stones were embedded into them.
Warm, noontime sunlight shone in through the stained glass I mentioned earlier.
“Please exhale slowly and concentrate on emptying your mind. Well, I suppose ‘concentrating’ and ‘emptying your mind’ don’t go together...”
What a charming priestess. Is this the sort of woman guys like?
Dressed all in white, with eye-catching chestnut-colored hair... Must be nice. My hair’s just a pale blonde. The color’s nothing special, and it’s thin and hard to wear up. There’s no curl to it, and it just hangs straight down to my hips.
As I knelt right now, though, it naturally flowed over my shoulders.
“Oh, my...”
“Huh?”
The priestess reacted strangely for a moment, but it was almost noon: time for my Skill Bestowal. That was when the sun’s power was at its strongest, and this wasn’t an opportunity I could let pass me by.
I ignored her reaction and simply brought my hands together in front of my chest in prayer.
“Well, then...”
The magic circle started to glow. It may have been midday, but it felt as if a dim darkness was spreading outwards.
The magic stones glowed faintly...
Ah, wait, I’m not supposed to open my eyes!
Concentrate, concentrate...
Ah, but after this, I’ll finally be able to use magic. What type will it be, I wonder? I’m really excited to see!
Fire would be awesome, since it’s strong.
Oh, but Dark magic is cool, too.
I’d be kinda disappointed with Earth magic.
And Water magic just seems like it’s only good for everyday stuff, y’know...
Honestly, I just hope I get something really flashy that’ll blow everyone’s faces off back in class! They all made fun of me way too much yesterday, after all.
“My magic will send you all to hell!!”
Ah, that’s going too far. Whoops.
And so, I make this request to God.
Please, please, give me some super amazing, ultra special magic that’ll make them sorry they ever mocked me!!!!!
As I was desperately offering up my prayers, I didn’t notice the priestess’s warm gaze on me, nor that she was breaking out in a cold sweat...
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S-she’s got a really desperate look on her face, doesn’t she...?!
This girl with the pretty blonde hair was the first to come for a Skill Bestowal in a while, and was praying like she was begging for rain to come end a drought...
Ahaha... While I watched the girl in front of me give off that desperate aura, a crackle came from the magic stones embedded in the floor. Suddenly, mana started to leak from the magic circle, and the light from outside winked out.
Normally these things ended much more calmly, but...
“I-is it over?” the girl asked, coming back to her senses and looking at me with her orange eyes.
“Y-yes, that... should be the case.”
“...! T-then, I f-finally...!”
“A-ahaha. Well then, allow me to check your status to determine which sort of magic you’ve been granted. It’s on the house this time since you’re in for your Skill Bestowal, but from now on you’ll need to pay a fee whenever you want an evaluation. Got it?”
Hmm... just what was that? Did everything go alright? In my three years as a priestess, this is the first time that I’ve had anything like that happen. But I’ve never heard of a Skill Bestowal failing...
Even those granted weak power can at least use Water magic in their everyday lives. At its worst it would be something like that, and she would still be able to make a living. Every journey needed a Water user, after all.
Now, then...
“Status!”
Anti Kythera
Human (♀) Age 15
Skill: Gearcraft Lv. 1
Gah, how do I explain this...?
“Um, Madame Priestess...?”
“...”
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Huh...? The priestess lady froze up.
She did evaluate my skill, right?
Her reaction is kind of making me nervous, though...
“Um, so did I end up with weak household magic, then?”
“Ah! Um, you see... how should I put it...?”
“It couldn’t be... that I’m still magicless, right...?”
“N-no! You have a skill! You do! The Skill Bestowal was successful! You aren’t magicless!!”
She didn’t need to put so much emphasis on the ends of her sentences...
“So what sort of skill is it?”
“...”
“Huh...?”
“...”
“Um...”
The priestess took glancing looks at my face.
“Hah...”
S-she just sighed!
“This way, Ms. Anti.”
“Right...”
She led me through a door to the right, down a hallway. Along the way we passed another priest, who took her place manning the church.
Eventually, we arrived at a small room with a desk and two chairs.
What’s this? An interrogation...?
“Please take a seat.”
She pulled out the chair for me, and then took the other one herself.
“Um...”
“Ms. Anti.”
“Yes?”
“I, Amarron Glacé, have been a priestess for four years now. Well, to be accurate, it has been three years and three months. I may still be a novice, but I believe that through my studies up until now, I have become capable of serving as a proper priestess.”
“Right...”
“What a half-hearted response...”
Well, that’s true...
I’ve got no interest in your personal history, lady. I just care about my skill!
“Ahem. In other words, I’m a splendid priestess who tries to be just and sincere.”
...Should you really be calling yourself “splendid”?
No, wait... maybe she’s had her share of troubles, being such a young woman in this line of work?
“As such, I want to be up front and tell you what I just saw... There is no need for mercy!”
No mercy?! This is a church, right?! This should be the most merciful place around, shouldn’t it?!
She didn’t seem to notice my reaction, and instead smoothly wrote something out on a piece of paper.
She geeeently handed it to me, looking like she was leaning out over an abyss...
Anti Kythera
Human (♀) Age 15
Skill: Gearcraft Lv. 1
“Wha...?”
“(Yup, yup)...”
...What is this? Gear...?
“Gear ‘craft’? What’s magical about a ‘craft’?” I asked.
“I couldn’t say, Ms. Anti.”
“No, but you see...”
“Allow me to explain what’s so odd about your status results.”
Hey! Can you maybe not ignore my question?...
“Firstly, I’m unable to gauge your physical strength.”
“Huh?”
“Please look at this paper. This is the entirety of the information I received by checking your status.”
“Um, so what’s weird about it?”
“It is weird! Normally, you can see things like physical strength, mana, and agility! Don’t make light of us priestesses!”
“Huh? But this...”
“That’s right. I cannot see any such things for you. All that’s there is your name, age, sex, and this strange skill.”
D-don’t call it strange!
“Furthermore, I can’t see your experience value.”
“Experience value?”
“As you grow, you consume the mana stored within your body. It’s also called your level. Please have a look at your status results. The level of your strange skill is displayed, but your own level is not.”
C-could you please stop calling it strange...?!
“Finally, about this bizarre skill...”
T-this priestess really is merciless... sniffle.
“Please don’t cry. In a certain manner of thinking, it’s something to be proud of! It’s likely the first time this skill has been seen in the whole of the history of magic!”
“B-but it doesn’t even have ‘magic’ in the name. It’s just a ‘craft’...”
“...”
Say something, please!
“...At any rate, I have some level of interest in a never-before seen skill. Could you try using it? It may actually be an amazing skill.”
What do you mean “some” level?! What, so you’re only as interested as if you heard your uncle was getting remarried and you were like “Hmm?”?!
Grr, she’s mocking me, just like everybody from class...
Just you watch! Maybe it really is something amazing!
If I give up here, I’m just guaranteeing my own failure! But I’m ready to keep on picking myself back up!
The priestess lady stared at me, puzzled.
Oh, just you wait. I’ll wipe that puzzled look off your face!
“Come forth, Gearcraft!”
“Wow... she actually shouted it...”
...
.....
.......
Nothing happened.
Well no, something did.
A disk appeared before my eyes, floating in midair. It looked to be made of a pale gold metal.
Ah, there’s a hole in the middle.
Sproing.
Sproing, sproing.
Teeth popped out around its rim.
“...”
“...”
There it was.
A gear the size of my palm.
“Can it turn...?”
“Huh...?”
“Well, I mean, it’s a gear...”
....
...Ah.
Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
“It sure is going, isn’t it...?”
“Waaaaaaah!! Moooooooommy!!!”
Vrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!