Tattooed 7 Sea Breeze Village

"Owner Status:

Name: Mo Hardinger (Human)

Age: 11

Job: None

t.i.tle: None

Status Level: 1

(Can view host body status and small details on touched inanimate object)

Stat Points: 5

Stats:

Power: 6 (+0)

Speed: 4 (+0)

Intellect: 10 (+0)

Health: 8/8 (+0)

TP: 5/5 (+0)

Condition: Hungry

Would you like to distribute your remaining stat points and skill points?" Joe's voice asked.

"Yes! Add it all stat points to Speed! Add skill points to Devil's Grin" Mo declared.

BEEP!

"Speed +5 (Speed now at 9)

Devil's Grin +1 (Cooldown time reduced by 10 seconds)"

-Village Head Office-

"Hmm..." A st.u.r.dy built white haired old man with bushy beard glanced to the guard post direction upon sensing a familiar feeling of that pure white light coming from the place. "Did Randy marked up?" He mumbled.

"William!" The old man shouted.

"Yes village head!" A voice responded outside the office while hastily running towards the office door.

"Go to the guard post and see if Randy marked up and report to me after!" the old man commanded.

"Yes village head!" William responded while running towards the guard post, feeling envious of the thought that Randy leveled up first.

-Guard Post-

Mo checked his status one last time when suddenly the guard's spear dissipated leaving only the corpse.

"So thats what happens when a tattooed warrior dies?" Mo mumbled.

Mo then dragged the guards body silently without alerting the nearby peddlers, slowly going to the nearby sea and dumping the body into the water.

Mo then sneakily entered the village again and he started to explore this so called Sea Breeze Village.

This village is just a small and common one, it is surrounded mostly by the sea with a lush forest at the back of the village near the village head's office. According to the peddlers, the village head purposely built his office near the forest to protect the village from savage beast invasion.

While walking, Mo is playing with the 5 Tats coin in his hand. Mo has a total of 20 Tats including the coins he got from the dead guard. Mo spotted a store which looks like a modern bakery store on Earth. He approached the store and saw a small variety of bread on the wooden stands that are neatly displayed.

"h.e.l.lo little boy, how can I help you?" A middle aged woman approached Mo with a gentle smile on her face despite seeing Mo's attire.

"How much do you sell this bread for? Is it newly baked?" Mo asked with a gentle smile while pointing at a random bread on the stands.

"Yes! It is our best seller here so it's always fresh. That's for 5 Tats coins each." the woman responded.

"Give me 2 pieces then." Mo replied.

"Okay!" the woman happily agreed and she started to pack the bread for Mo.

Suddenly a bicycle-like wooden vehicle rudely came inside the store while blocking Mo's view.

"Kana! Pack all these breads, I'll gift it to my father! Fast! Don't waste my time!" the man driving the bicycle-like vehicle impatiently said.

The middle-aged women was startled for a bit and started shaking with fear, not daring to offend this man. The man was in his late teens and has a white colored hair, slim frame with trained body like an elite soldier. Kana the store owner recognized this man as the 2nd son of the village head.

"Yes young master.." Kana replied while stuttering. She then glanced to Mo while carrying an apologetic look.

Mo understood Kana's look and can see that this man's origin can not be trifled with. He was also curious at the man's bicycle-like wooden vehicle. He first thought that this world is like the worlds from any other reincarnation novels but it seems that it also has its modern albeit not too high-end technology.

While Mo was thinking of the bicycle and who invented it. The man on the bicycle noticed Kana's look to Mo and he started paying attention to this beggar-like 11~12 year old sky blue haired kid.

"Shoo! I'm getting everything here! Go out! No more breads for a beggar like you! Shoo!" The man growled.

When Mo heard what the man said, a cold glint pa.s.sed his eyes and looked up to the man riding the bicycle.