An encounter

As I strolled along, I took the opportunity to observe the neighborhood surrounding the orphanage, keen to spot anything unusual or noteworthy. Simultaneously, I reviewed my status and the progress I had made over the past three months of leisurely training. [Name: Errol Abilities: Tracing Hyper intuition Skills: Taekwondo Lvl 8 Basic Cultivation Technique Lvl 14 Boxing Lvl 10 Gacha] These were the results after three months of grinding. Although they might seem modest compared to Lin Fan's rapid progress in just a month, it's worth noting that he had a plethora of opponents, from beasts to humans. In most cultivation worlds, the typical limit of cultivation is level 10. However, the system's maximum skill level is 20, and reaching level 21 allows for evolution. Hence, I still need to advance six levels to break this so-called bottleneck and allow the technique to evolve. The levels of my boxing and taekwondo skills have increased significantly due to the monthly training partners I requested from the system. This was necessary as there are hardly any opponents to spar with currently, except for some aliens I have yet to encounter and a few martial arts gyms. Levels 1-4 represent the beginner to amateur stage, where one can execute some moves but is still a novice in actual fights. Levels 5-7 represent the stage where one can effectively use the moves in a fight without messing up the form. Levels 8-10 represent the professional stage, where executing the moves becomes as natural as breathing. Finally, levels 11-20 represent the stage where the system enhances the skill to its limit and adjusts it to the most comfortable form for me. When a skill reaches level 20, it evolves into something more advanced, like harnessing my internal energy. As I reflected on my progress over the past month, I noticed a man lying unconscious in a corner. I approached him and tried to rouse him. "Hey, mister, are you okay?" I asked, getting close to his ear and shouting, "Mister, wake up!" As I'm not a medical expert, I couldn't diagnose his condition. Given the scorching sun overhead, I decided to take him to the orphanage. You might wonder why I didn't just move him to a shady corner or call a hospital. The answer is simple: I'm not familiar with this town, I don't know where the hospital is, and I don't have a phone. There were no people in sight, which was frustrating. Why are people never around when you need them? There was no shade where we could place him, and perhaps the matrons at the orphanage would know how to handle his condition since I was rather ignorant about such things. "Argh," I grumbled. With my cultivation at level 14, I easily hoisted him onto my shoulder like a sack, causing his face to hit the ground with a loud smack. "Oops," I muttered. It wasn't my fault; I was shorter in height and had shorter limbs than him. His face didn't look too bad, and he didn't seem to be in a serious condition. So I tried to adjust how I was carrying him, but my hand slipped, and he fell onto the hard floor again. After some trial and error, I found the easiest way to carry him. With that sorted, I quickly made my way to the orphanage, arriving there in just a few minutes. Upon arrival, I received some odd looks from the others and the kids, who were awestruck at the sight of me carrying a grown man. I scanned the area for the matron and finally spotted her walking towards me, a puzzled expression on her face. "You asked for permission to go outside and then return carrying a grown man on your shoulder. What happened?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement. Well, it wasn't my fault that my hands and height made it difficult for me to carry him in a more conventional manner. Wait! Couldn't I have just piggybacked him all the way here? Why on earth did I forget to use my back? Now, I have the memory of carrying a man in a princess carry before carrying my future wife like that. The matron gave me a strange look after seeing my face change several times, ending in a depressed expression. "So, what happened to him again?" she asked, her voice bringing me back to reality. I explained how I found him and that there was no one else around, so I brought him here. "Hmm, I'm not a medical expert, but it seems like he's just unconscious from exhaustion. Good job on getting him out of the sun; that could have caused him sun-related problems," she said, diagnosing the man's condition and praising me for my actions. But then, she asked another question. "But what happened to his face? It looks like someone beat him up," she asked, looking at the man's face, which was the result of my attempts to carry him comfortably. "I don't know," I replied. "Really?" she asked. "Yes," I confirmed. "Really?" she repeated. "Yes," I insisted. She kept asking, her expression teasing, while I felt guilty. It seemed like she had forgotten about the man on the floor with the battered face, so I reminded her. "Um, you kind of forgot about him," I pointed out. She then remembered the poor guy, and with my help, we carried him and placed him in a more comfortable spot to wait for him to wake up. Since it was also time to eat, I joined the others and played with the other kids my age for a few hours until the man walked out of the place with the matron. It seemed like he was okay, and even his face looked fine now. I realized that I hadn't paid much attention to his face as I was anxious about helping him. I must say, I was quite surprised. He had gold/brown eyes and slightly long and messy black hair. He also had prominent eyebrows. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and a red headband that read "big haul". Yuuki Saibai was the father of Yuuki Rito and Yuuki Mikan. He was also very passionate about making manga. To think that I would meet the father of the protagonist the first time I ventured out seemed like quite a stroke of luck. It was almost as if my luck was on par with that of a protagonist. Wait! That sounds rather ominous. I just hope that my luck isn't at the level where problems come to me all the time, every other day.

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