*DING*

  -New Skill Available-

  -Do you want to learn

  [CLEAN]? -

  -Y/N-

  Nate jumped a whole foot into the air.

  “W-what is that?!”

  “What is it now, Nutjob? Did you find another spider?”

  “No! There are some letters floating right there! Can’t you see them?!”

  “What are you talking about…?”

  “Wait, Zoly! I think I know what this is…! Well, is different for everyone, but I think Nate just got a new skill!”

  “Don’t be silly! He is what, ten? Even a nutjob like him should have filled all his slots by now. This is just more of him being a weirdo.”

  “Don’t listen to him, Nate. Tell me, what do you see?”

  “Uh… New skill available? Is asking me if I want to learn something called Bronce Tier Clean… Is this how you people get skills? What even is this text? Why can’t you see it…? My hand goes right through it! How do I interact with it? Is it the Clean skill any good? What does Bronce Tier means…”

  “Shut it! You are going to give our ears a stroke… And stop playing dumb! Even if you somehow managed to save an empty slot all these years there is no way this is your first time being offered a skill!”

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  “But maybe it is the first time he can recall! His memories aren’t right, remember?”

  Zoly made a face.

  “Fine…” he growled, “I’ll… entertain the idea…”

  “Grate! We’ll help you out Nate! Ask away!”

  “Shouldn’t we call one of the mothers for this though… Bah, never mind… You heard him Nutjob, ask.”

  Nate, who had used the back and forth to organize his ideas, fired right back.

  “What are skills?!”

  Both kids blinked.

  “Well… You know… skills are skills! You have them, you train them, you use them! What kind of question is that?!” Zoly stuttered rather crossly.

  “Mother Dana says skill’s are a test from the gods…but I really don’t know what she means by that…” Uric shrugged.

  “Ok, so, skills come from the gods? Are the gods real in this world?”

  “What are you saying…? O-of course they are…” Uric said, hugging himself uncomfortably.

  “Are you trying to mess with us, Nutjob?!” Zoly stepped closer, fists clenched.

  “No! Not at all… I was just… Right, the skill! What does

  means?”

  “Bronce Tier is Bronce tier! If it’s says Bronze Tier, either your skill is, or you are! What else would it mean?!”

  “Wait, so people can have tiers too?! How many tiers are there? Three? What does having a tier entails? How do I know mine, and what about yours…?”

  “AH! Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Zoly exploded, “I changed my mind I not helping him for crap!”

  The kid stood and stormed off the chapel.

  “Zoly! Wait!” Uric started after him, but paused for a moment at the foot of the door, “Nate, I know your memories aren’t right but, as mother Dana says, some questions are only meant to be asked with care.”

  And he was left alone.

  “What did I say?!”

  After a moment he sighed, sitting on a pew.

  “Did I just commit a foe paw to an orphan child…?! Is not fair! I am new here! How am I even supposed to know these things!? Can’t whatever translation magic is taking care of my speech warn me of these things…?!”

  No one answered.

  He sighed again, staring at the lines of text floating directly over his line of sight.

  “And what am I supposed to do with you…? I mean, sure, more cleaning is always nice but…”

  *DING*

  -Congratulations: You have learnt the skill [CLEAN]

  -

  -[CLEAN] is level 1-

  “Oh, go fuck yourself!”