Life as a medieval monster peasant is not as glamorous as the fantasy books often describe it. I can't believe many people would wish to live in such dire conditions. While working day in and out sucks, what sucks even more is that there is nothing to comfort you at the end of the day, absolutely nothing.

  Back in my world, albeit we had a long work day. At least once you were off, you could just turn your brain off and make some instant ramen with just water, but here, good luck with that! After such a laborious workday, I would kill for a cup of instant noodles right about now, but no, all I get is some flavored water with stale bread.

  To be honest, I don't even know why they call this stuff anything. My mother said that the dish is called 'gruel,' but let's be fair here: this stuff is just flavored water with two grains of whatever is on my plate. The worst part about this dish? No salt! Gosh, what the hell is this life!?

  I can't believe fantasy novels have been romanticizing medieval life for this long without ever getting called for it! Such liars! If this is an everyday thing, then geez, it's miserable! You start your day when the sun goes up and finish it when it goes down. Then, go home and eat flavored water with super stale and hard-like stone bread.

  How come my parents are so chill about it, like this is a normal way of life!? It's completely beyond my reasoning that they consider this life standard as normal! You can't even drink the water from the river because it will give you diarrhea! I am still incredibly young, and yet my father gave me ale to quench my thirst all day!

  I have a feeling people today don't even know you can boil water to make it safe to drink, so should I just tell them? "What's wrong, Kenta? You've hardly eaten from your plate." My big monster mother, concerned for me, asks me a broad question: what's wrong with me!? What's wrong with you!?

  I wanted to answer her like that, but I held back my disgust for the poor food I'd gotten with a simple comment: " I wish it could have some meat, that's all." Yet this simple comment seems to hurt my father the most, who seems to be the most hurt by my simple notation that the meal I was given was tasteless and stale.

  "Maybe next harvest, sweetie. The meat is too expensive, and with the last phamon, nobody can afford it." My mother is the one who answers, but from the looks on my father's face, he is still the one most hurt by my little words as he quietly eats down his stale bread and flavored water while trying to hold back a clear tear from his left eye.

  I wish I could've said, 'I am sorry,' but if he isn't willing to say anything about it, then neither am I. "Thank you for the food, June; I'll rest now. Goodnight." Father quickly leaves the table entirely after rushing his food, leaving me alone with Mother, who is a little more honest.

  "Could you not say that again while at the table, Kenta? Your father is still mourning your brother's passing; it's best if you don't bring up the lack of meat tomorrow." My mother says as I push myself to finally finish eating the stale bread after soaking it in the flavored water for a minute so it's edible.

  "Can't we just go out and hunt a boar or something? Dad seems like he could kill one with his bare hands!" I respond to my mother's request with a simple idea, but I get shut down almost right away as she finally reveals why you can't just do that in these fucked up times.

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  "We can't afford a hunting permit; the king will kill us all if we dare break the rules; only royalty can carelessly hunt." So, can only royalty do anything they want whenever they want? Fuck that! If this is considered normal, then shoot me dead because I refuse! I simply refuse to go on like this my whole life!

  "Then we dethrone them and allow people to hunt freely again!" June simply looks at me and smiles, followed by a quick response. "If only it were so easy. That strong fire inside you, don't let it die off. Use it in the field; use it for good, Kenta." Use it in the field!? TSk! I refuse; with all the modern knowledge I have, you're asking me just to give up and accept this miserable lifestyle?

  "There's got to be a better way; I refuse to use all my flame working in some field all day. There's got to be a better way, and I will find it!" I say to my mother as I start thinking about what could be improved in the farming equipment for tomorrow's work. I didn't know much about farming, but I do know about gears, leverage, and mechanical strenght.

  "Kenta?" Mother tried to stop me from going outside at night, but I couldn't wait until tomorrow as ideas began floating inside my mind. "Kenta, get back inside. Nobody is supposed to be outside right now; get in before someone sees you, Kenta!" Mother yells behind me as I start firing on all cylinders, trying to think of ways in which my modern understanding of the world could help.

  I refuse to believe there's no better way; I refuse to believe this is the best there is; there's just no way it is because I come from a time when it was not! "Hey! Hey you! Are you trying to steal homes or something!? What are you doing outside?" An older big man soon interrupts my brainstorming by violently pulling me before him with both hands as my mother watches in silence.

  "Eh? I am just trying to UGH!" The old man doesn't even let me finish my sentence before he violently slaps me across the face for talking back, apparently. "I wasn't finished yet, you stupid brat," The old man says as I start boiling inside; just who the fuck did he think he was!?

  "And I wasn't either, you son of a bitch!" I respond to the violent slap from the old man with my own by punching him with all my might right in the balls, sending him to the floor crying out loud. "UGH! You'll pay for this! UGHH! You'll!" The old man keeps on threatening me, but I couldn't give less of a crap about it.

  "I will? You're the one who slapped me without cause; from where I sit, it is you who asked for trouble. So why aren't you a good boy and just leave before I kick you across the face?" A warm feeling soon begins brewing inside my small body as both my mother and the old man watch me, a little concerned.

  {Valkyrie - Yasuharu Takanashi}

  "Uh? That red glow, those brilliant blue eyes in the dark of night, it's impossible; how could a brat like you? Uhhh UHH!?" The old man babbles something on and on while I just watch him and my mother both freeze in place until my father finally gets up to see what is going on.

  "What's with all the noise? I am trying to, uh!? Kenta?" What were they all so concerned about now!? Sure, I felt a little weird, and my skin felt like it was boiling, but wasn't that just a little adrenaline flowing from the sudden encounter? I thought while the old man stared at me with clear fear in his eyes.

  "What!? Why are you looking at me like I am a demon or something?" I say now, looking right at my father, who looks terrified once he sees my glowing blue eyes for himself. "No, there's no way. You can't be my Kenta. I don't believe it," even my father starts babbling along with the old man, who now takes a Dogeza stance before my feet.

  "Why are you all acting so weird?" I asked anyone who would listen, but to my dismay, nobody answered with words but with actions instead, as even my father kneeled down to me along with my mother. What the fuck!?