Rearmed

'Did he just call me a Newbie?'

While he wonders about the oddity of the situation he slowly opens his eyes. As he is still in the fetal position he glances at first at his feet, which are strangely small. He slowly caresses those with his hands. His eyes widen and his eyebrows shot up. He didn't recognize his all too familiar rough hands as he looks upon innocent and delicate fingers.

[Alright, You were transferred here with your fellow race, named .... ähm. Wait, don't spoil it, I almost have it.....]

[....]

[Well whatever but rejoice, because you're one of the races who will be fighting in the dungeons frontier for supremacy. So be grateful to us *mmphh*]

[Alright now to the details .....]

It's like an old and repressed memory has come back from somewhere deeply buried, which he had hoped to have forgotten. As he slowly calms down to his familiar calm demeanor he realizes that he didn't listen to Skip, his instructor and personal adviser, who is an overseer of him and few others.

[... You got that? Now you get to choose your weapon and I will finally be done with you. Man, I tell you I have it tough]

"....."

[Good. Don't die on me to fast as I am going to get a bonus based on my client's performance]

{Weapon selection initiated 10 minutes left before the start of the tutorial}

And then it finally hits him. He has come back.

He thinks about all the things which he regrets and would have done differently.

He clenches his hand, stands up and looks forward. Forward to where he will rewrite his story. Forward to where he will save his brother from his fiance's greed. Forward to where he will protect his beloved and those idiots close to him as he takes the first step towards his companion in her sleeping form, his glaive, Mary.