A/N:So I realized how it may be confusing as to how Charisma works., cause, you know, the main character has a "perfect" body. Charisma works by either enhancing your Aura(like How people seem to view you),Appearance/Beauty, and Peoples noticing of how beautiful/good looking you are.

Mastering The Arts In A Dangerous World

Chapter 2: Memories of the past

Waking up, Misha expected the screen telling him of his MP, and HP being restored to full. What he didn't expect was the other screen currently dominating his vision.

(AN:Info Dump ahead)

Sorry for the delay, Your past perks, flaws, and skills have been reviewed, and added to your system.

Perks added:

Unstoppable: You will never back down in goals that interest you. Both a perk, and a flaw. For while you never will stop in pursuit of your goal, your desire to complete it may kill you.

Fearless Leader: When in the face of terror inducing adversity, where others will beg, and grovel, you look on in Wrath, teeth grinding hard enough to crush rock, and eyes blazing like the infernos of the deepest pits of tartarus. Gives those around you determination to face terror-inducing adversity as well.

Self control:Due to growing up with 1 Legendary sin, and 2 Major sins. Your self control is Perfect. Able to constrain your vices from taking over, and showing. Side effects of this perk are the gaining of the flaw Apathetic, and dulling of emotions.

Flaws Added:

Legendary Sin of Wrath: You have a constantly burning inferno of fire inside you.

Major Sin of Greed: You desire everything, nothing escapes your greed, and nothing will escape it. If someone tries to steal something of yours, your wrath will burn everbrighter. This flaw feeds your Sin of Wrath further.

Major Sin of Lust: Your lust knows no bounds, unable to tire in sexual acts, and lusting after many objects, this Flaw feeds your sin of greed further.

Unstoppable: You will never back down in goals that interest you. Both a perk, and a flaw. For while you never will stop in pursuit of your goal, your desire to complete it may kill you.

Jaded:You are tired, and jaded. By the war you have gone through. Tired enough to give you the flaw Apathetic.

Apathetic:You are apathetic to the world, your dulled, and jaded eyes have seen an apocalypse.

Careless:You are careless with your life, you care not whether you die or not. Only desiring to die in battle, and arrive in Valhalla

Bloodhound: You desire battle with every fiber of your being, you love the adrenaline from fights, you love the feeling of your fists bruising skin. You love to brawl.

Added Skills:

Gunmanship:Passive [Lvl:17]

The skill of using a gun

Accuracy is very high

Each bullet does 17% more damage

17% increase in Dex

Tactics:Passive [Lvl:15]

You are skilled in Tactics

30% increase in Int

Leadership:Passive [Lvl:10]

Increases your leadership abilities

15% increase in Char.

Misha blinked at the screen, growing more, and more sad as he read on. The reminders of his past haunting him. Closing his eyes, and breathing in, he dismissed the screen, and looked at his roof in discord. An alarm coming from his phone snapped him out of his depressed self reflection. Sighing in defeat, Misha stood up, and put on his uniform moving to his kitchen, he realized he hadn't bought food yet. Sighing in acceptance, he walked out the door, and locked it.

He walked down the cream coloured halls of his apartment building, and reached the elevator. Walking down the stairs, he eventually reached the ground floor, and walked out of the doors. Tiredly walking to a food stall, he bought some yaki soba, he ate on the way to school. As he arrived at the gates, he found a nearby recycling can, and dropped both his chopsticks, and his box down it before continuing on through the prestigious school to his first class of the day, math.

Arriving at the door to his class, he sighed before walking in, seeing no one there, he picked a seat in the back before staring down at his desk, tired, and morose of the memories of his past coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Go An! Warn the general that the Ș̶̢̩̌i̷̧̹̓͝l̵͔͇̖̘͌e̶̛̺̒̈́͜n̵͔͆̎̎c̵̘̯̜̃e̷͚̐̕͝r̴̭̻͎͖̈́̑͘s̵͔͓̞̼̓̏̑̚ made an ambush! I'll be a distraction for you!" An's best friend Zhao yelled, running into the combat, before a giant boom rocked the campsite. Drenching his sight in fire.

"NO! ZHAO! COME BACK!" Another boom rocked the world as An ran after him, laying waste to tens of soldiers. Despite this, Zhao kept moving, undeterred by the fiery hellscape surrounding him. An ignored his surroundings as he realized the danger his childhood friend was facing. Barreling towards Zhao he barely made it in time. Knocking his friend behind a hill. Both men tumbled down the scorched grass. Standing, An yelled at "What the hell were you thinking!? I'm not going to fuckingleave you here! You idiotic fucking shit for bra-"

His speech was interrupted by a loud bang, as half of the still recovering Zhao's face was blown off. Stilled by the death of his best heard the loud click, and reloading of a sniper. As his mind processed what had happened at a supernatural speed, he finally comprehended the fact that his friend was dead. That sent his perfect control into the abyss, and his sin of wrath, having been buried for his entire life, only let out for small bursts at a time, was released. Adrenaline seemed to replace his blood, his pupils dilated, and his mind entered the flow state with one goal in mind. Kill his enemies.

He turned, and shot towards the sniper, uncaring of the gunshot wounds he suffered as he went. He eventually reached near enough, and with deadly precision, blew his brains out. His mind fell into a haze as he responded to the enemy in kind, Killing in a murderous rage. Only being snapped out as he nearly killed one of his other friends. He had killed entire groups of the Ș̶̢̩̌i̷̧̹̓͝l̵͔͇̖̘͌e̶̛̺̒̈́͜n̵͔͆̎̎c̵̘̯̜̃e̷͚̐̕͝r̴̭̻͎͖̈́̑͘s̵͔͓̞̼̓̏̑̚, and some of his men too. Filled to the brim with lead, and only having been standing due to his body working overdrive, An finally fell into a coma for 2 months.

An Walked down the campsite, now filled with scars, he walked up to the front of a stage. Looking at every single one of his soldiers, he gave a speech, one filled with rage towards what the Ș̶̢̩̌i̷̧̹̓͝l̵͔͇̖̘͌e̶̛̺̒̈́͜n̵͔͆̎̎c̵̘̯̜̃e̷͚̐̕͝r̴̭̻͎͖̈́̑͘s̵͔͓̞̼̓̏̑̚ have done, and one filled with sorrow towards the loss of his friend. As he finished, he let out a roar of hate filled, flaming Wrath that filled his legion with determination.

He quickly descended his podium, and marched his men to a battlefield. Armoured from head to toe, in kevlar, and carrying hundreds of pounds upon his back didn't stop him. Nothing will. Nothing will ever stop him from marching onward. Be it enemies, or the universe itself, he will march on, unwavered.

Ans blazing eyes swept across the corpse filled battlefield with wrath burning the sight into his memory, Today had been a victory for the R̸̢̲̘̀̃̾̌é̷̛̦̈́̕ͅb̸͔̗̦͋è̴̩̼̎͋ľ̵͍͘s̴̜̜̑̅ at a great cost. This wouldn't stop him though nothing ever will. Not again.

A 10 year old An stood at his fathers bedside, his eyes filled with horror, and untold amounts of pain as he looked upon the emaciated form of his father. His jaw clenching as a tear slid down his cheek. He had just been told. Rather brutally, by his mother that his father had cancer. His fists clenched. His father may still survive, yesm he will survive right? People beat cancer all the time.

An looked at the cold corpse in front of him with dull, mournful eyes. Tears sliding down his cheek slowly. His father had just died. Clenching his jaw, he ran to his room, and cried. He cried, and cried, and cried. Misery had consumed him. His father had just died, the one person that he loved out of his family had died. His mother was abusive, his brother was his brother, and his sister was absent, and always mean. His mind conjured a memory of him telling his father that very morning, of how much he loved him, and of how he would never forget him. He knew that death was coming soon, but he thought he would have a bit more time with his dad.

An looked at his mothers body in a mixed sense of dull acceptance,sadness, and emptiness. Yes his mother may have been abusive, but she was still family, and he would do anything for his family.

An was 18 now, and the civil war had just begun, first it was protests, then it was civil war. That's how it always happened. Currently, he was looking at the bloody streets of H̵̢̲̟̔̄ͅọ̷̰̭̇ṋ̸̯̎͋̉̀g̶͓̩͊̉ ̴̞́̉͘K̵̗̪͎̫̈́o̷̰͓̞͗n̸̬͋g̸̦͘ in grief, and wrath, wrath that this was what was happening to his people. Yes, they were his people, Both the Russians, and the Chinese were his people, and both had civil wars currently happening in them, as well as America, and many smaller countries. That day, he decided he would join the war effort.

An looked down at the graves of his entire family, in immense grief. He knew that one day he too would lie here, with his family. But he had hoped that it would be for a longer time, he hoped that by the time he would lie here, he would have a family. But he was being sent out on a suicide mission, Though this mission would 1 goal of his, he hoped he would be able to die in battle after the war was over.

An, a man of 25 years, lay on green grass, blood pooling out of his head, as his jaded eyes looked at the sky one last time. Before he could die from the bullet wound, he said one last thing "I hope I see dad again". With a smile, his jaded eyes dulled, and the world was consumed in darkness.

His mind played the faces of all the people he lost, of all the horrid things he had to do. His fists were clenched, and a tear was streaking down his face. 3 more joined it, as An, now named Misha. Shook in Pain, Sadness, and his ever consuming Wrath. Taking a deep breath, Misha raised his shaking head, and asked a single question to the system. 'Can you at least give me the army tags of my friends and family, system?'

yeah

Gulping down his saliva with relief, he wiped the tears off his face, and looked into his inventory, instantly finding, and equipping the dogtags of the friends he lost, and the self-made army tages of his family. Reaching up to where they rested on his neck with a shaking hand, he clenched them in his fist gently, and let a few tears fall, before wiping them away. 'Remember them, be strong for them, live your life for them' this mantra repeated in his head until he calmed down.

And so, Misha sat there quietly clenching the dogtags of his fallen Friends, and Family. Staring at the blackboard dully. Reflecting on all the good times he had with them.

This continued throughout the day, He would sit silently, reminiscing, and not paying attention to the teacher. Only stopping to do his work, and eat lunch, and once school was over, he walked to his home, and sat there, only reminiscing while looking at the dogtags of his friends, and family.

POV CHANGE:Rias

Rias looked at the new kid curiously. Her brother had told her that he had gone through war, and had likely gotten out of it broken. He had told her his history, of his fathers death at a young age, and of his mothers fall at the hands of enemy soldiers. She hadn't really thought much of his history, as, because of various depictions in anime, she thought he was cool, and that he was like one of those protagonists that transferred into a school with a cool past. Oh how wrong she was.

Yesterday, she had sent her familiar after him, to keep watch of course. She saw him work out really hard, breaking his body over, and over again, unrelentingly pushing through pain to overcome his limits. This simply made her want him in her peerage more. But then, her familiar had shown her something saddening, and had shattered her views of the world. He had woken up this morning at 6, 2 hours before school, and spaced out, as if remembering something. Various emotions, ranging from a terrifying all encompassing wrath, to a heart shattering grief had made its way in his eyes. The last emotion that she spotted before his alarm knocked him out of his trance, was defeat, and acceptance.

She saw his walk to the school, and his episode in the classroom. The amount of grief he felt, was palpable, and she was only a hairs sliver away from running in the room, and smothering him in a hug before he clenched at his neck. When he stared at his fist, she realized what he was clenching were dog tags. Dog tags of his friends, and family no doubt. She was already running towards the classroom when she saw, from her Familiars vision, his shuddering breaths, then his small smile, and clouded eyes. She stopped at the entrance of the classroom, huffing, and puffing from how fast she had run. She looked through her Familiars vision, then at her phone, it was 7:34. She could enter now, it wouldn't be too suspicious. She entered the room, and he payed her no heed, staring ahead, still reliving his memories. When Akeno burst through the door, looking at her king questioningly, Rias simply tilted her head towards Misha. Akeno looked at him in confusion, before Rias mouthed to tell her later, and Rias did. Rias told Akeno of his past, and what had happened at lunch.

Rias watched Misha for the whole day. Watching as he only paid attention, when work was presented to him, and clutching his dog tags like a lifeline at times. She wanted, no she needed, to help that boy. Though he was mind numbingly gorgeous, and handsome. What pushed her was determination to help him through his PTSD.

POV CHANGE:Misha

Misha snapped out of his memory filled trance when it was around 6 PM. Feeling the urge to eat, though he wasn't actually hungry, he stood up, grabbed his black cased phone, and ordered some pizza. When the Pizza delivery guy came, he paid the man a share of his winnings from yesterday, then ate the Pizza.

As he finished the last slice of the Meat Lovers Pizza, he decided to indulge his Battle-lust, and smash some skulls.

Entering his [Zombie ID, he ventured further into the territory, killing zombies as he walked, eventually reaching stronger ones. The new zombies took 2 hits to finish off, so he knew that they were stronger, also they rewarded double the amount of Exp. So yeah, some pretty clear signs that they were stronger. He ventured further into the wasteland killing zombies quickly, likely around 5 per minute.

Warp point found!

Using warp points, you cant travel to areas in IDs. Each one is a safe zone so you may travel to areas quickly.

A black tear of reality appeared before Misha. Blinking, he looked around his area, finding that zombies paid no attention to him as soon as he was in the safe point, and those that wandered into its area were instantly vaporized. Shrugging, Misha continued beating in the zombies' faces without preamble.

He finished fighting around 9 PM, and returned to his house.

You have gained loot!(Weak mobs do not drop Loot):

Int. stat crystal for 12 points

Dex Stat crystal for 11 points

Char. stat crystal for 25 points

82000 Yen/748.83$

Blinking at the new addition to his sight, he looked into his empty inventory, and took out the three stat crystals. The Int. Crystal was a stereotypical blue, the Dex. was green, and the Char. crystal was orange. Squeezing his hand, he tried to crush all three at once, except, it didn't work. They were really hard, like, really really hard. Blinking dumbly down at the 3 finger sized crystals in his hand, he tried again. Tried being the key word, because it didn't work. Shrugging, Misha placed them back into his inventory. Sighing, Misha went to his fridge to cook some food.

He blinked when the only thing that met his face was nothing, he hadn't bought any groceries . Closing his fridge, and turning on his heel, he marched straight out of his apartment, locking it too of course, then went to get groceries.


Misha lazily looked at Rias, who was intensely staring at him, both making eye contact, from across his apartment. He hadn't even entered the building yet. Pursing his lips, he thought about what to do. He eventually just shrugged, and walked into the building, utterly ignoring the beautiful woman gazing at him intently.

-5 reputation with Rias Gremory

Relationship status:Indignant that you ignored her

Yawning, Misha waved the screen away, and opened his door, placed his groceries into his fridge, then collapsed onto his bed.

This is it, bye guys. I'm updating "A series of events" then "Fuck it!".