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Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Alright, so like, when we finish some milestone or big fight, you'll give us "x amount of level ups, new skills, and skill level ups" to be distributed as we see fit? To confirm, because it seems a bit ambiguous, are special attacks considered skills, or something else?

Using Ray of Frost as an example, would it be levelled up like the Kobold Lord's Twin Axe Assault and all?

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Right, will you be managing our skill gain/level ups, or is that left up to us?

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Peace, Duoya.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

If it's calculated based off stat difference, hardly anything. If it's calculated based off of level difference, we would have been leveling up just from killing normal kobolds.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

-10 points for House Ren. Shoulda aimed for the head.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Some real swole puppets.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

"Curses, he's too short! When we jump up, we go way over his head!"

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

An average human wouldn't have more than 100 in any single stat.

Erika has ten times that amount or more in her physical stats, separately.

If she wanted to, if any of them wanted to, they could probably leap like, a good ten meters up.

My Hero Academia: Raw Potential

What the…

Kouki’s brow furrowed deeper as he watched the last performance, the shock and disgust in his mind translating directly to disgust on his face. There were people with strange faces and people with weird abilities and people with extra body parts, but this was the first time he saw someone so...gross. At no time in his life had he ever thought about wanting to see someone twisted into a flesh-coil or stuffed into a bottle. That was the stuff of fiction, after all, the stuff of body horror rendered in ink and printed across the world to shock and delight audiences. To see that reflected in…Yozakura-san was it? That did a number on him.

Definitely someone to avoid during practical exams. He didn’t even want to think about how it’d feel to have her wrapped around him like rope, or anything else as gross as that.

At least he didn’t throw up. At least. But he did sway a little more as he stepped out of the gym back into the classroom. Thankfully, the following classes were less psychologically traumatizing. He kept his head down, kept his wits about him, and went through it without being selected for anything like, gods forbid, answering questions on the blackboard. Easy and quick, like all school days ought to be.

Lunch though…that was the problem.

Today’s weather was good. Rooftops were off-limits.

The sun was pretty bright. Back of the school was off-limits.

First floor had too many students. Hallways were off-limits.

Classmates were mostly social and hadn’t formed cliques yet. Classroom was off-limits.

Clubs were doing demonstrations. Extracurricular rooms were off-limits.

Yozakura was at the gym. Gym was off-limits.

Wandering through the school with his headphones on and his face set to ‘do not approach’, Kouki eventually found himself a snug spot beneath the west wing staircase between the second floor and the third floor of the school. It was a bit on the dusty side, but it was less musty than the equipment warehouse, and it was quiet too, outside of the pipes that gurgled somewhere within the wall. He squatted down, placed his hands together in gratitude, and resolved two things.

One, he’ll try harder to be social tomorrow.

Two, he’ll have to eat all of this today.

Foreign vocals blasted into his ears as Kouki began his lunchtime food challenge.

Kairelith: Waking Up To Another World (Isekai Themed)

Chaotic emotions, fear, anger, despair, suffused the trodden fields just as thickly as viscera and offal of men and monsters alike. They cried and they roared, stronger warriors falling against greater numbers, even as their leader tried what he could to bolster morale. And yet, even in this seething cauldron of conflict, Ying Yue danced unconcerned. Others may die, but she was above such paltry terrors, not even the blood of her foes having stained her form. The rope, once red with rich dyes, was now heavy with the lives it had taken, striking with ever-increasing force.

One of the warriors called out towards her, and she turned to spare a smile. Some of them were worth keeping around, at least. The dead man’s attitude didn’t drip down into his men. An arrow whistled past, and her eyes followed as it practically vaporized three other dogmen. Her eyes shone.

Let’s try that.

Fortunately, with the lines having been broken, there were plenty of dead archers for her to borrow from. Snatching up a quiver and a longbow, Ying Yue rolled under the swing of one kobold, hopped over the lunge of another kobold, and let out a breath. There it was again, that deathly certainty that told her that she could kill with this. The lady nocked three arrows, noted both the groan of the wood and the relative ease of her pull, and fired. A roar of wind, and the area right in front of her cleared up in an instant. She smiled, fired five more times, then frowned. Powerful, but boring. The bow was discarded without another thought, and Ying Yue pulled a sword out of the grasp of a headless knight instead. An artless construction, nothing like the weapons of yore, but the steel had been well-maintained. It sang as she flourished it, and thrummed when she turned towards the largest of the dogmen.

“Do not fall to your knees so readily, woman,” Ying Yue chided, mahogany gaze sliding sideways onto the priestess. “It would be pitiful if so few remain to attend your comrade’s funeral.”

Already, her compatriot was leading a charge through the horde towards the big dogman, and Ying Yue ran to follow, a warrior’s sword slipping through flesh and bone with such ease that the monsters only fell apart two seconds after she had passed. Soon, she was at the vanguard with Zhao, a wider smile on her face at the hilarity of the vulgarities that the woman spewed.

Her gaze, however, was set solely on the big dogman’s tomahawks.

Let’s try that.