I stared up at the ceiling, unable to know what to do. I didn't know what kind of action I could take to make this situation any better.

What could I do to help my current body and to succeed? There were so many limited options that I wasn't capable of getting too many of them.

Training? That did nothing anymore. In fact, the entire massive amount of training I did was completely and utterly useless, and proved to have no effect on my skills in battle.

The fact that I was going off obviously flawed techniques and non-existent fighting styles meant that I was fated to fail from the start. Every single one of those actions I did in my intense exercise regime did nothing for me at the most crucial part.

What I needed more was someone to teach me. Someone experienced in the art of battle, someone that could lead me down the path and show me how to truly fight. A person that I could call my Sensei, who will bring me to the road of strength and might.

However, at the same time, I needed to cut back on my planned power expansions. At the moment, everyone I knew currently was in the belief that I was a terrifying two year old that was unnatural beyond belief.

To be fair, they were right, but I didn't want that kind of information leaked. If that got word to the village, who knew what kind of people would want to snag me up.

Nobles, slavers, bandits, and so on. The scum of this world would be interested in a potential warrior like me, and would simply do everything in their means to try to ensure that I was a puppet to their desires.

Shit, I was too careless. I'm going to have to be more careful from here on out, be more stealthy about what I plan to do, because otherwise, I might just get revealed to the world.

And attention is not something I want at all. I'd prefer to be all alone than be a tool for someone's nefarious plans.

I needed to change my tactics, start lowering my profile. If I didn't adapt to the situation at hand, then I might just get a bad end scenario, without any chance of redemption.

Right, what did I need to do to ensure something like this didn't happen at all? Well, one thing for sure was that I probably had to wait on my current training and possibly get someone more experienced to teach me.

After all, someone getting strong after obtaining a trainer is something that should be expected, so that was fine. That was a perfect way to cover up for my massive strength boost in the future.

Next, my mental capabilities. I know that being two years of age and talking like an adult is downright suspicious, but the point to fix those problems was far away at this point. I had messed up that opportunity, and there was no way I was going to be able to reverse that issue at hand.

I was going to have to run damage control, and hope for the best. I had messed up, and trying to fix the issue at hands was definitely going to be trickier than I would like.

However, with my current mental knowledge, I should be able to make sure that I can disguise myself within society easily. I just need to make sure everyone that knew of my current prowess didn't go ahead and gossip about it.

That was not something I wanted, so that would have to be dealt with. I'm pretty sure that everyone involved did promise not to blab though, so I should be in the clear for now.

Either that, or I could just use Esther as an excuse as a way to show why I am intelligent. She is definitely a genius, considering the fact that she can read, write, talk, and think like an adult at her young age of four years.

That could work. That's a possibility I'm willing to put on the table.

Now, those were probably the two major points of my bizarre natures that I could possibly fix. The others? Not so much.

First off, my black eyes is something that I inherited at birth, and I had nothing to try to explain that. After all, if these eyes of mine were a skill, then I would've had that information way earlier.

Not to mention the fact that there was no way I could look through my own body and figure out any kind of status effects I had, negative or positive. There was no guide that led me to believe that I even had this ability, primarily because I was never given the option in the first place.

If only there was some way for me to be able to get access to that information! I would be able to maximize my own health completely, setting up plans and ways to work around the drawbacks and benefits that my body possibly held.

However, at the moment, I was running through this situation on auto-pilot. This whole scenario can be summed up to the idea that I was just a mere pilot running on autopilot in a plane, trying to figure out how the machine operates at a leisurely pace.

To be honest, that didn't matter. I'm sure I'll figure out how to access the system much more in the future. Right now, I need to focus on how to proceed with the ideas I had placed on the board.

All of the proposals that were in my head worked for my current situation, since all of them provided a good way to bring up excuses to hide my true nature. There was just one problem with all of them.

I couldn't think up of a way to proceed with these ideas. Rather, they were just propositions that I made to myself in an attempt to make myself feel better. Without any kind of context or potential ally to help me advance myself, all of these thoughts were as good as dirt.

How was I going to find a decent combat teacher to let me learn the basics? I could probably go to Buan's family, but they're probably completely terrified of me. I highly doubt they'd agree willingly to do anything to get me stronger.

Learn from the guard's captain and become a temporary soldier of the village? That was a technically good idea... if it wasn't for the fact that I knew the guards were incompetent as all hell. After all, if those two idiots at the village center couldn't figure out how I sneaked in still, then I doubt their training was anything close to decent.

I could potentially go and try to find someone else in the village, but then that takes a large amount of time and I have no guarantees on that front. At the moment, that idea was merely a possible pipe-dream without much to back up that plan.

Hiding my mental capacity wouldn't work that well. The information had already spread a bit too far for my tastes, and knowing Sally, she'd probably just go ahead and blab to everyone in the village about my oddities.

Utilizing Esther wasn't the perfect plan either. Even though she is super smart, she's pretty darn anti-social like me. Relying on her capabilities would make people utterly confused how I even became her friend in the first place, and how she's a really good teacher to start with.

Not only that, but if people manage to look past those two major flaws, then they'd probably want her to go ahead and teach their kids how to speak, write, and so on. I may be a monster, but even I'm not willing to throw her under the bus and deal with a bunch of kids.

After all, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to interact with anyone unless she feels like doing so, and I'm not going to be a complete hypocrite and force an anti-social person to interact with others.

That's just being a scumbag, and I knew my own limits.

This entire problem did make sense though. After all, I have been too focused on trying to get to my goals as quickly as possible, instead of slowly building up a power base and getting there with experienced agents.

I have been doing this all by myself, with me throwing rationality and simplicity out the window simply because I felt no desire to interact with people. This entire time, I had been shouldering the burden of training and everything by myself, without possibly thinking of using the resources nearby me.

I should have been plotting to take on this situation as though it was a long term goal. I should have been using the years wisely, making connections and ties with people to undergo a plan to succeed at the task that the bastard God had given me.

I should have tried to find people that excelled in their specific fields of operations and learn from their knowledge. Instead, I had wasted these precious days just lollygagging, deluding myself that I was getting stronger.

Then again... my mentality did make sense. Now that I had almost died and I now had the time to lay down, rest, and think, I could find myself pursuing this for a while. I did have a lot of time, but at the same time...

No. What was I trying to think? That I would abandon my mother and possibly heal my own wounds before trying to attend to her?

Preposterous. I was simply doing this to help her. That was all, nothing more, nothing less.

If my plans were to succeed, then I needed to find a guiding figure now, before I got too old and all my opportunities wasted away to nothing.

As if on cue, the doctor and my parents walked through the door, looking slightly happier and optimistic for once.

I felt a bit better after seeing they were doing fine. I couldn't figure out why.

Maybe they came up with a way to help out with my plans, considering the fact that they were trying to find ways to help make sure I had a normal life. That would probably be the case, since I would have several of my issues washed away.

Yeah, that was it. I just felt better that I might have found a way out. That was all.

"So Feliza, we've got something that we want to ask you..." they said, looking at me with bittersweet joy in their eyes, "How would you feel about working?"

Working? What, like an actual job? I'm fine with that, even though I never did such a thing back in Japan.

Actually, wouldn't that be great for me? With monetary resources, I could go ahead and stockpile my money to go and obtain new skills! This was a perfect chance!

However, something made me stop from just standing up completely and shouting yes with all my heart. I recalled their expression, and realized that there might be something else to this deal.

I would need to tread carefully from here.

"What would I be doing?" I asked as softly as a pillow. The two of them looked at me, and I could see the bitterness slowly melt away.

"You'll be working with the doctor and his assistant," they replied happily, "You'll be performing basic tasks and possibly assisting them around the house."

That sounded boring as hell, and not something that would help me. I would be better off learning from Esther...

Or would I? Now that I thought about the offer, I could see so many benefits that I didn't think about before.

If I stayed with the doctor, I could potentially learn more about medicine and crafting capabilities. After all, all of those potions and mixtures didn't get made out of nowhere, someone had to make them from scratch.

If I worked enough and presented them with my enthusiasm, then I unlock the secrets of their craft. I could learn how to make potions that could preform numerous miracles for the injured souls.

In fact, wasn't the doctor's assistant a fighter of some type? His massive muscles and threatening aura didn't come from natural birth: he had to have perfected the art of battle to be able to become that dangerous.

The more I thought about the offer, the more I agreed with it. With these two ideas in mind, I could probably become stronger and wiser from this single lone chance.

Even if this venture proved to not benefit me in any way, I should still take the gamble. After all, nothing in life was 100% certain, and with this option in hand, I had no choice but to accept.

If I wanted to further my power and mental strength, then I needed to bite the bullet and try out every option available.

"Okay!" I said eagerly, almost as if I was a child that had gotten a delightful Christmas present, "I can work with him!"

"Excellent!" the doctor said, as he walked right up to me in a brisk pace, and offered his hand forward, "I look forward to working more with you, Feliza!"

I stared at the hand, before grasping and shaking it, signifying that we both had a deal. He smiled at me warmly, as he proceeded to follow through with my action.

Everything seemed to be working out right now. There was a chance everything will go completely to hell, but I was getting a foot in the door. This opportunity was going to work for me, and I was going to be able to make gains in so many ways.

Yet at the same time... I couldn't help but feel worried. The feelings of concern filled my body slowly as my hand was being shook, with utter confusion in my head.

Was everything going to be alright? Or would this truly be a waste of my time? I guess the future would keep the answer away from me in a spiteful manner, making sure I suffered through everything to reach the end.

I just hope that this wasn't for naught. I don't know what I would do if all of my efforts turned out to be as useful as dust.