I Made A Railgun With Lightning Magic Chapter 3: 1.1.03 - Am I Kakashi

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It had been three days since I woke up in this new world. Even though I had been given a second chance in a world of magic, there were a few things I did miss about my old life. For starters, my old bed. If I had told you the orphanage I lived in now was poor, that would be an under statement. Apparently the hard straw pillow I complained about when I first opened my eyes was Marta's bed, and that was the best in this place. She had let me sleep in her bed instead when I had my fever, and after recovering, she had sent me back to bunk in my old room with the other boys. I shared a room with four other boys. Gallum, Mervath, Wylric, and Harthen. Don't ask me how to pronounce their names as it seemed whoever first came up with names in this world probably had a brain aneurysm. At least their short forms they went by, Gal, Merv, Wyl, and Harth were easier to pronounce. Gal was the oldest of the lot and could not wait for the day his core awakened. He would probably grill me endlessly if he knew my core had awakened early. He talked about his grand ambitions to become an adventurer once he awakened his core, hopefully a rare affinity. Merv and Wyl looked to be about eight or nine years old and were on the smaller side. I had not had the opportunity to interact much with them these last few days but from Asher's memory they were typically quite cheerful but kept to themselves. Harth was the youngest. He was at the age that asked why for every response you gave him. I managed to get out of it by feigning sickness the last few days but would probably need to figure out new ways moving forward. The saving grace of this place was the size at least. The orphanage used to be a former lord's hunting lodge. It seemed his heir preferred indoors and was probably more charitable and hence donated it years back to set it up as a shelter for kids. It had since been formalised as an orphanage and we even received a monthly stipend from the crown of this country. Another four girls shared another room upstairs. Branwen who was the oldest of the lot, helps out around the orphanage with chores as well. As I came into the common kitchen for breakfast, I could see her helping Marta with the cooking. Everyone tried to help around where they can to alleviate Marta's burden but she insisted that kids should be kids. The only exception is Branwen as she was twelve now and would be considered an adult in this world in another year's time. I tried to ask more about magic in the last few days and always gotten a stare down from Marta to remind me of my promise. Nevertheless, she indulged me in some basic knowledge anyway. Apparently everyone was only born with one affinity, with some legends being told of people who acquired a second minor affinity with mythical treasures. The single lottery ticket you got handed at birth and the only one you would ever scratch. People with rare affinities would usually get whisked away by the crown but would not need to worry about money in their lifetime. The uncommon affinities that had more combat application unfortunately got sent to the military academy. I was of the latter category, and hence Marta's warning. I still remembered Branwen's comment when she overhead my conversation with Marta. "They say if you eat the right stone, you could wake up with a second one. I read it in a book somewhere" It sounded exactly like power up stones from a certain creature catching game I used to obsess about. I laughed in my head, picturing Branwen going through some kind of evolution. Most people were also only born with common affinities such as fire, water, earth, and air. Marta had an uncommon life affinity but it was only low grade, hence it was more difficult to learn higher tier spells and never really pursued a career as a healer. Branwen awakened a medium fire core, something she was quite proud of as that would let her find an apprenticeship. She couldn't wait to leave and lighten the load on the orphanage, aspiring to "s