Velcro

3 years later...

[Name: Jason Hachiman

Age: 13

Physical – Late Stage 4

Mental – Mid Stage 2

Mana - Stage 000 Early

Skills: Advanced War Tactics, Advanced Cooking, Null eyes, Spirit Steps, War God's Embrace, Blade Strike]

Jason walked across the clan compound, since he lived in the luxurious parts of the clan he didn't know about the common part. The clan was grouped into two parts:

Those that were part of the special forces, being a part of the special forces meant that you either had to have the potential of a rank 1 at least or you were born into the main family.

Those that were born with potential lower than rank 1 made the defense forces, they were normal people in the eyes of the clan.

He was lucky he was born into the main family or he would have been already killed. Even if he survived the idea of buying food for himself didn't sit well in his plate.

Today was the day he had finally been allowed to venture out of his house and he saw why they didn't allow him before. The look the clan members were giving like he was utter trash was annoying for him.

Because of the color of the skin they assumed that he was just some weak dark-skin kid that somehow made his way into the clan.

He was currently in the market section were traders from different places came to trade their artifacts.

He would have bought a weapon of his own but unfortunately none of them really fit his taste.

There were bows and arrows, axes, daggers even swords but to him it just didn't suit him. He wanted to use a katana but it seemed that kind of weapon was harder to come by.

The elders had given him 10, 000, but that would only be enough to buy one single basic weapon.

He combed through the entire area but there were no katanas available.

'There goes my mood." He mumbled to himself.

Suddenly someone knocked into him, during the aftermath he felt the person reach into his pockets.

'Is this really a good reception?' He thought as he broke the man's arm.

"Aaaaahhh!" The man yelled in pain drawing the attention of the people present.

Jason expected them to start a revolt against him because they would think he had beaten an innocent man but to his shock they all started laughing.

"Are you kidding me!" One of them said through tears.

"I can't believe it myself." One of the onlookers said. "How could a dark-skin break his hand, isn't he eating well?"

Jason looked at the person that had tried to steal his money carefully, the man had bushy hair and was wearing rags.

"So he's a beggar, makes sense." He muttered to himself.

He quickly walked away not liking the attention he was getting, who wanted to be treated like a clown?

As soon as he got a good enough distance away from the scene of the incident Jason began looking for a different choice of equipment.

Jason walked over to a man he saw selling velcro shoes.

The man had a stubby beard and low cut hair, he was selling equipment for battle infused with magic.

The man towered above him, easily at 6 feet and looked at him with a condescending look.

"If you came here to stare at what's on sale you better scurry on out of here!" He said quickly looking at the boy in front of him.

"I came to buy something." Jason said. "Specifically these shoes."

He pointed to the pair of velcro shoes.

"How much you got?!" He asked quickly.

"Six thousand."

"These shoes are six thousand, are you gonna buy them?" He asked.

Jason could smell the deception in this man's voice due to the fact that he claimed it was exactly the same amount that he claimed he brought.

Jason brought out the 10K and removed six thousand from it before giving it to the man, the man clicked his tongue before collecting the money.

"Now buzz off! You're bad for business."

Jason walked away silently, surely this type of prejudice wasn't good but there was barely anything he could do about it. After all, he was reborn into this world.

Jason walked

He pulled off his old shoes he'd been using for a year and tossed it away.

"They're too big." Jason said to himself as he observed his shoes. "But there should be magic in it so it will be able to adjust its size."

Jason wore the shoes, they readjusted to the size of his foot and he began testing them.

'It even makes my walking speed faster.' Jason observed. 'All for the price of five thousand.'

Jason decided he had enough time outdoors, with his photographic memory he began tracing his steps back to his house.

As he moved he noticed something, a little girl was huddled in one corner. Her hands were over her head as several people kicked her.

'I would have saved her but unfortunately I can't help people all the time.' Jason thought as he continued walking.

[Host is advised to save her]

Jason looked at the notification confused, he didn't understand what it meant but the system was never wrong so...

'Spirit Steps.' Jason thought.

In a swift motion he kicked one of her attackers with his full strength, a crunching sound echoed through the air as he had broken the man's back.

Before the others could react he subtly attacked all of them leaving them paralyzed due to the strength he put behind his blows.

Spirit steps allowed someone to move quickly in short burst, as he punched the last persons nuts he quickly grabbed the girl and ran away.

At this time everyone was facing the incident but all they saw was a boy beating up several old men, due to his long-sleeved clothes and he was facing the back of the onlookers they couldn't catch his face.

As soon as he picked her up he was out of the sight of everyone due to the distance he ran.

Jason was soon far away from the market and now in the residential area of the main family, where his house was located.

"Are you okay?" He asked the girl.

[Name: Emily Brown

Age: 5

Physical – Early Stage 1

Mental – Early Stage 2

Mana – Early Stage 1

Skills: _]

Looking at her stats Jason could tell that she had a good life ahead of herself, if she lived it!

Emily Brown had brown hair, a cute baby face still with much of its baby fat, green eyes and a small nose.

She whimpered in response as if expecting him to abuse her, on her face were fresh tears as she cried.

"I guess I'm stuck with her." Jason said to himself as he continued on his way home.

He kept asking her questions but she didn't reply, he started to give up on her and began doubting the system due to her unresponsiveness.

As he reached his home he closed the door and dropped the girl onto the ground, he didn't have anything for seating to begin with.

"Are you okay?" He asked her again.

She nodded in response.

'So she's answering now... Wait, how is she okay?!'

On her body were multiple bruises and there were even some small gashes in her skin.

"I'll ask that later." He said to himself.

"How old are you?"

"I- I... don't know." She answered.

"Okay, let's leave that for now."

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I don't know."

A/N: Creation isn't hard, I just need motivation... Add this book to your library to give me motivation!