Chapter 3

CHAPTER III: GUILD REGISTRATION

So here I am in the guild hall. Standing in front of a ridiculously hot chick. Her business smile makes me nervous. I can't help but glance down at her large oppai waiting to burst out and say howdy.

I look up at her face, her heart shaped face with caramel brown skin and long flowing black hair. Wait she's expecting a response!

"Uhm... could you please repeat that!" I panicked.

That perfect business smile returns.

"How can I help you!?" She asked in a sweet lovely voice. I couldn't help but smile on in return.

"Ehem...I would like to adventurer!" Shit! I sounded like a crazy person!

Which makes me wonder. Am I speaking in her language and can some how understand it myself? Maybe she heard it in her home language? This doesn't make any sense. If the words she spoke came to me in my mother tongue it certainly shouldn't be in English.

I only learnt English at school but it wasn't my native tongue. On the other hand I know more about English then my own language but shouldn't my mind naturally go for the language I spoke with my family. Maybe I'm over thinking this.

When my attention r eturns I notice the receptionist staring at me with a waiting look. Shit, I tuned her out again!

"I'm sorry but could you repeat that again!" I pleaded.

Her business smile was still there but her eyes were like daggers now. She proceeded to slight a brownish hard looking paper towards me on the counter.

"Fill in the paper, bring it back with a silver piece coin!" She said.

Without reply I took the paper to the tavern area with a bar. If you enter through the door, straight ahead is the counter with the receptionists. To the left is the tavern area. It had a bar, hairs and tables. To the right was the bulletin board. There were a few adventurers looking through the quests on the board.

I found myself an open chair and table and immediately start filling in the spaces. I could see that it was indeed not English that I was writing but some other language. I could somehow read and understand it.

The most likely conclusion is that every thing I hear or see is translated into the language which I' m most comfortable with. Which is apparently English.

I would have thought that would be KKG, which I spoke with my mom and dad. The language I grew up speaking all my life with friends and family. Likewise everything I say or write somehow turns into 'Their' language. I write in English but it somehow changes.

So I continued filling out the spaces. My name and surname. My age, choice of weaponry and special abilities lik e magic.

It took me just under five minutes. The paper looked a bit empty with just my name and so I added swords as my weapon and body strengthening magic.

I don't even know if such magic exists in this but the form was looking pretty blank. I had to put something. I mean isn't Ki body strengthening? How else could Goku move a boulder the size of a house when he was just a kid. If you say it's because he was an alien then explain how Kuririn could do it. There are obvious plotholes in Dragon Ball but that wasn't one of them.

So anyway I reach into the pouch and pick a silver coin. With it in hand I hand over the form to the beautiful receptionist. I think her name was Gwen but I wasn't sure. I handed her the form along with the silver.

Her ever present business smile just lifts me up. Her dagger like eyes seemed like sunshine now. Brightening my day.

"Thank you!" She said and took the stuff. "I'll be back with your Guild Card and handbook!" She disappeared into the door behind the counter.