A warm sensation

Heading out of the room he rested in, he closes the door behind him and goes down the short corridor. These clothes weren't as comfortable as the ones he's used to wear, but at least they're not damaged, dirty and filled with blood. Wearing a rough white shirt and dark green pants, he reaches the kitchen where he's warmly greeted.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal?" Inquires the mother.
"Oh course! It was really good thank you."

She smiles in response.
"You should go see them. They're waiting for you outside."

Oh please no. Saito makes a face and forces a smile, but she reads through him and laughes a little. "Don't be shy, they won't hurt you."

The young man scratches his hair. He's never been comfortable with gratitude or people thanking him. Feeling appreciated is enough. It's like he doesn't know how to deal with it. He sighs in defeat, heading outside. (Better deal with this now than later.)

He'd open the door, closing it behind him. Now outside, people's gaze turns toward him, recognising their saviour right away. Sure enough, with no delay, people began to flock over. Asking him how he was feeling, thanking him for what he did, praising him, offering gifts, asking them to come over, asking him if they can do anything for him, to ask if he need anything. 

This is unbearable.

After what felt like an eternity, with most of the villagers having a talk with him, he's finally left to rest. (This probably took a hour. I'm exhausted again.)

"Saito?"

He'd turn around, Chloe's dad standing by him. He thinks for a moment, but he can't remember his name. It wasn't mentioned very often. People just refer to him as "The blacksmith".
In his hands, he's holding Wesly's sword, now polished and sharpened.

"I worked on it a little, I'm sure it'll serve you well."

Saito's eyes light up. This is definitely one thing he's happy to receive.
That sword is a lot sharper and lighter than the one he took from the guard.
He carefully takes the sword off the man's hands, weighting it in his hand.
Now level 14, this sword feels so light. It's as light as a knife.

"Woah thanks, it looks amazing."
"Go take it for a test."

Oh, that's actually a wonderful idea. He looks around, looking for something to cut. There's a small tree at the distance. Maybe he can cut through that? He walks up to it and with a single hand, sweeps his blade. It's like cutting through butter. The blade almost cuts it down, getting stuck in the last length.
(If I were to swing at it with reinforcement magic, it would've gone through I'm sure.)
He then grabs it with both hands, pulling it from tree.

"You've done a great job with it."
"Of course I did" responds proudly the man.

I suppose all that's left is armour and sword training? Worth asking.
The protagonist turns to look at him.
"I'm sorry I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
"No worries! I'm Trevor."
"Can I ask a favour of you?"

I knew he was going to accept, but it still felt polite to ask.
"Of course. Ask away."
"I'm going to get into more difficult battles from now on. I'll need light armour to protect me. I'd also like someone to show me how to use the sword better."

The man nods thoughtfully. 
"I'll make you your armour over the next two days. But if you want training, I know just the right person for that. They were injured last night, but I'm sure they can make it happen."

(That's everything I wanted.)
In response, Saito bows low.
"Thank you very much."

He seems surprised. Bowing isn't apart of their culture, that's understandable.
"It's the least we can do for you. It would've gone down a lot worse otherwise."
"Right.."
"I'll go talk to Belir. He'll come fetch you soon."
"Sure."

Trevor walks away, heading back into the village.
Now finally alone, he opens his menu, looking at the spell creation menu.
Seems like he can do anything as long as he follows the spell types he selected.
The strength of the spells also matches the level of the user.
(Okay.. How about..)
"Reinforcement spell. Boosts strength and speed. Name: Strengthen."

The spell name and its effect glows onto the menu, appearing beneath his known spells. A small notification appears, displaying in broad letters; "Two more spells available."
So I can make two more? Alright.

"Attack creation spell. Focuses mana onto a point of impact and create a blast. Name: Impact."
A second spell appears beneath the spells known. The notification appears once more, telling him he can make one more. Experienced with fantasy magic systems from watching animes and reading mangas, he knows a little about it. What about.. Something that completely covers him? If mana is already around him, then spells wouldn't take as long to activate. Maybe? Does it work that way here? The last guy didn't have the chance to use his magic much so there's no way to know.

"Attack creation spell. Creates an aura of mana around me that can be freely used to be projected at enemies or be used for different spells. Name: Aura"

His last slot now filled, he smiles. (I think I'm good with these. I'll have to try them against goblins.)
Since the bandits ran away, he can't fight them for experience anymore. He's going to have to go for the goblins and hopefully take down the goblin king. That has to be his next step. Once he's comfortable with magic and perhaps gain few more levels, he'll go for that kill. Like he said before, in order to survive, he's absolutely going to have to snowball. That Leader is nothing compared to the assassin at the end of the first week. 

"Let's try these spells."
Remembering how the past player casted his spells, he thinks about the name of the spells, which activates it. An aura of a pure blue colour appears around his body. 
(Oh this is cool. How many spells can I activate at once?)
He goes ahead and activates another one, providing him a buff in strength and speed. His body immediately feels lighter. He then strikes down, casting his final spell. A small explosion goes off, blowing dirt away. He then releases the spells. If anything, he feels slightly more tired. Using magic here, unlike most games, doesn't drain mana per say, but your stamina. It gets you fatigued.
"I'll have to be careful using magic then."

As he turns around to head back as well, he notices a figure approaching him, covered in bandages. A tall muscular man with a sword on his belt walks up to him. His sharp eyes stare him down. Despite his hard look, his eyes glow with what can only be gratitude.

"You want to learn how to use the sword?"
"Yeah."

He nods. 
"Then I'll spend the day teaching you. Are you ready for that now?"

Thinking about it. Maybe it'd be better to wait until he gets armour from the blacksmith before heading to the goblins. One arrow from the back would get him killed. Safer that way.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

The man was a strict teacher. Scolding him whenever he failed to do an assignment, whenever his stance was slightly off, pushing him to try again and again. he taught him how to feint better, how to move better, how to swing more efficiently, how to block, how to parry. His training went until sundown, leaving him exhausted. But it was worth it. He now feels a lot more confident wielding the sword. 

"I'm beat..."

Despite his exhaustion, he felt happy.
He was welcomed here. Although nothing like his family, it felt like home in its own way.