Chapter 1: A new life

In my old life, I was just 20 years old. I still had so many things in mind that I wanted to do or experience, but my illness took them away from me. I don't know how or why, but it seems I was given a new life. For some reason, I could remember my previous life, but I didn't question why. In any case, I found myself in a different world than I knew in my previous life. The world was very similar to the Middle Ages we knew from Europe. Even though I didn't live in that era, I'm sure I'd seen pictures or heard stories about it. But both the language and the writing were different. Basically, I didn't have much to do with the European language because I was Japanese, but at least I could speak English. I grew up in a small village called Kleft, a happy and peaceful community. In this world, there seemed to be other beings besides humans, like in a story, only these beings were real. Here and there, I saw a few elves and dwarves, as well as other beings. I noticed that my body was significantly stronger than in my previous life. And I grew up in a loving family. My mother took care of most of the house, while my father worked as a carpenter. I had to admit this World fascinated me and with the idea of ​​making the most of my second life, I became interested in many things. I was taught to read and write the language we spoke, and through this, I also learned that there were other languages ​​and countries. For example, we lived in the kingdom of Lampa, which, unlike many other countries, was not currently at war. I was just doing some shopping for my mother until...

"Aaaaarrrrrgghhh"
" Hurry, someone get the Healer!"

I was startled by the sudden scream of two men running through the village, along with another man on a stretcher, toward a remote house. A small garden surrounded by a fence grew around the house, and there was also a tree at the front of the garden. However, the garden contained only grass and a few isolated flowers I had never seen before. Even the flowers seemed different from those in my old world.

"Quickliy put him on the table!"
"God this pain!"

I went closer to the house and looked through the door, which was still partially open. The two men were blocking my view, so I didn't have a clear view of what was happening. What was going on? Suddenly, one of the men walked around the table so I could see what was going on. Lying on the table was the man the other two had brought in on the stretcher, and he was missing his leg below the knee. I felt sick, as I was obviously not used to such sights. I noticed only one person in the room who didn't mind. It seemed to be the healer they were calling for on the street. He pulled a vial from a nearby shelf and poured it over the injured leg. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. After he poured the liquid over the leg, the bleeding stopped instantly. But the injured man seemed to continue screaming until he was given another liquid, one to drink. The bottle he was given to drink from seemed to ease the pain, cause he stopped screaming.

"He can quit his job, what's gone is gone. There's nothing you can do."
"That can't be, I have to feed my family!"
"Aren't you listening to me? I'm a healer, not God!" 
"There's no way to reattach lost limbs."

That was probably the harsh reality in this world, anyone who injured themselves so badly that they could no longer work properly would probably end up on the streets at some point. Suddenly the door opened and I fell into the house.

"Is it fun to see others suffer? Go entertain yourself with other things!"

Suddenly the healer was standing in front of me, an angry expression on his face. I trembled with fear and ran away. The whole thing bothered me for days until I decided to do something for the man who had lost his leg, but what? What did people do in the past when something like this happened? In the past? It suddenly occurred to me that something like this had been easier to solve in my previous life than it was here. I began to think about the whole thing more carefully and asked around at the market to see what materials were available. Then I started drawing sketches for hours, for days, until I was happy with my idea and approached my father with it.

"You want to build that?" my father asked in surprise.
"Yes, but I don't have the skills or experience to do it. I want to help someone with it!"
"Then it's about time I introduced you to my profession. I'd say we build it together, and then you'll learn something, too."

And so my father introduced me to his craft. He started by sourcing materials and placing orders for parts he couldn't make himself because they were made of metal. While we were doing this, I got chatting with other craftsmen who seemed to be friends with my father. I wouldn't be surprised, considering the village was so small. Until it was...

"Finally finished, my son must be a genius to come up with something like that! Ha ha ha!"
"Go and give it with pride to the one for whom you built it."

I took over my father's and my work and searched for the man who lost part of his leg about a week ago.
"There he is!"
I saw the man walking down the street with a stick as a crutch.
"Excuse me,...!" The Man turned around.
“Oh, you're the boy who was insulted by the healer!” He looked at me with a painful smile.
"I would like to give you something"
The man looked at me and the object I was holding in my hands in confusion, which was probably to be expected since the people here are probably not familiar with such things.
"I'll show you how it works"
And pointed to a nearby bench on which the man with the walking stick then sat.
"It is called a prosthesis and is used to enable you to walk again"
The man coulnd't believe what he heared.
"Did you see how I attached it? Remember that. Now stand up!"
The man stood up, somewhat frightened, still holding his walking stick.
"You can give me the walking stick, you won't need it anymore"

The man hesitated briefly, then gave me the cane and tried to walk. A little unsteady at first, but slowly he got used to the prosthesis, came up to me, and hugged me with tears in his eyes, saying...

"Thank you, thank you very much!"

I almost cried myself because my sense of my second life, my second chance, felt fulfilling.
On my way home, I ran into a familiar figure, it was the healer. I was just about to give him a wide berth until he spoke...
"I saw how you gave the man who lost his leg a better life"
I turned to him and he looked me in the eyes.
“If you see a purpose in helping others, then I'd like to take you on as my apprentice. Perhaps I won't be able to practice my profession much longer, as I'm already quite old, which is why it's time to take on an apprentice. But no one in the village seems interested. What do you say?”
I was surprised when he said this to me and thought about it.
“If it were possible, I would request a different treatment than the one we had the first time we met”
“I'm sorry about that, I had a different impression of you, I won't judge you so quickly in the future”
I nodded with a smile and strechted out my hand.
"I'm glad to hear that, master!"
It looks like I'll be starting an apprenticeship as a healer from now on.