As I woke up, I instantly looked around and saw the floor covered with books and clothes littered around as a result of yesterday. Soon I analyze my leg just to notice the cloth with holes in it and dark red stains surrounding the tear. It seemed the wound was no longer there, and the potion had worked well. Without realizing it, I let out a sigh of relief. Now, the only indicator that I had been hurt was the tear in my clothes and the blood on them. I collapsed back onto my bed, letting out another sigh of relief. I lay there, staring at the hut's oak ceiling, and started to close my eyes. As I did, my stomach made a clearly audible growl... I was hungry.
After resting a little longer, I stood up in my hut and looked around. I walked here and there...well, wobbling around can count as walking, right? Anyways, I looked around trying to find food. Soon, I found out why the previous owner went out to hunt. He was out of fucking food! I yelled out in my mind as I clutched my hands and still felt my stomach growling. "Why in the world would he wait to hunt until he was out of food? God damn it! If you can somehow hear me, you brat, if I ever meet you, mark my words, you will learn, and you will learn damn fast!" letting out an audible sigh. Let's change out of these clothes first.
After I changed, I looked at the pile of torn-up and dirty clothes and then down at what I was wearing. It was a decent pair of black clothes; it seems he often went out at night due to the clothes. I sighed as I looked around his hut once more, grabbing his small dagger and his bow. It seemed he often relied on his traps, seeing how few arrows he had each one seemed rough and carved out of bone? . Now then, let's go check his traps. I think I remember where he put them... after all, I don't want to die like he did. Soon after, I stepped outside and looked around. I started to walk toward the southeast. According to the memories, there was a trap somewhere around here that often caught rabbit type beast. with fur dark as if it was blackened with oil.
The distance to the trap was barely 10 pagnas (about a mile)... or so I hoped. I walked, and eventually, I found the trap—empty. I screamed in anger, "Motherf***er!" As I did, I heard some of the grass near the trap rustle. My eyes darted toward it with pure hunger. Without a second thought, I pulled an arrow from my quiver and shot it near the grass. A sharp squeal of pain followed. I licked my lips and dashed toward the grass. There it lay—a bunny half the size of a human, struggling to stand on its legs. Its fur was as dark as the night. I smiled at my soon-to-be meal. The bunny looked up at me with a hint of fear.
I jumped at it with my knife, and with a quick, merciful stab to the head, I killed it. Just like that, I had my food. All I wanted to do now was eat. Standing up with urgency, I sprinted back to the hut with a speed that felt surreal. Food was the only thing on my mind. I reached the door, swung it open, and ran straight to the stove. Throwing logs into it, I cast fire magic to light them. "Fire magic?... WHAT THE F***?" I guess I can cast magic now. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.
But now that I think about it, if this guy could use magic, why didn't I get any memories about it? "HOLY FU-..." My mind ached for a few seconds, and memories of the boy casting magic—of all types—flooded in. Can't normal mages only use one type? I guess I just needed to think about it, and the memories would come. Is that how this whole body possession thing works? "I DON'T FUC-" My stomach growled loudly, reminding me to gut the rabbit. My mouth began to water as, for the first time in 40, maybe 50 years, I was about to eat a decent meal.
I skinned the rabbit, and the pelt was in amazingly good condition. I looked down at the still red-stained black boots I was wearing—black rabbit pelt boots. No wonder my feet were so warm. With the food cooking on a few sticks I found outside, I tried to figure out my new name. Being called Altair... My mind went blank, and I began to shake, desperately. My mind screamed for help—help, help, help. Breathe. I need to breathe. I gasped for air and started breathing deeply, like an air crystal tube (this world's vacuum cleaner). My name... my name is Neo.
A smile appeared on my face as I panted like a berserker—except, thankfully, I wasn't panting with the thirst for blood. And I hope I never will. As I sat there, thinking about my new name, a savory smell reached my nose. My food was ready. I smiled as I turned to the now fully cooked rabbit. "Thank you, dear bunny," I said with a smile, grabbing the sticks that held the cooked meat. I took a bite of the slightly dry and extremely tough flesh.
Tears began to drip down my face. Wait, why am I crying? "Whatever," I muttered, wiping away the tears. I took another bite, then another, and another—each bigger than the last—until only the bones remained. The bones were tough and sturdy, just like the ones the boy used to make arrows from them.