Gin studied his reflection in the mirror, taking note of the changes in his appearance. At nearly eight years old, he stood around five feet tall and was growing into his unique physique. Once characterized by short, jagged spikes, his hair had transformed into longer, looser strands that gave him a rugged and untamed look. The chaotic mix of brown spikes and waves now cascaded past his shoulders and down his back, emphasizing his untamed appearance.

Dressed in a simple white tee shirt, Gin favored practicality over extravagance. His pants, typically crafted from sturdy wool or linen, were designed for functionality and durability rather than style. They hung loosely on his frame, void of any decorative elements or embellishments, and were held up by a belt or sash wrapped securely around his waist.

As Gin continued to grow and train, he found his body gradually developing a strong, athletic build, much like his father's. Committed to refining his skills, he dedicated himself to a rigorous training regimen, building strength and speed and honing his reaction time. Each day, he pushed himself harder, determined to become his best version and embrace the challenges ahead.

Gin delved deeper into the mysteries of his newfound abilities, uncovering the core aspects of his extraordinary powers. One of the central components was the Divine Protection of the Thunder God, which granted him various abilities. The most striking of these was that anyone who dared to lie to him would be immediately struck by lightning. This particular aspect of his power was brought to light when Isaac nearly met his end due to lying. After witnessing the near-fatal consequences, Gin learned how to deactivate this specific aspect of his ability to prevent further harm.

The second ability granted by the Divine Protection allowed Gin to imbue any weapon he wielded with lightning, as long as he had sufficient mana to do so. This power could be utilized for close and long-range attacks, though Gin suspected that long-range applications would consume a significant amount of his mana reserves.

Gin discovered that he could envelop his body in an aura that acted as a suit of armor, providing him with extraordinary speed and invulnerability to magic-based attacks. While in this heightened state, his speed increased tenfold, allowing him to move with incredible agility. This ability came at a steep price; it drained his mana. Gin recalled the time he attempted to maintain the aura for a minute but collapsed.

One peculiar aspect of his Divine Protection was that the clouds seemed to take on their own life when he was present. They appeared to observe him, almost like sentient beings interested in his actions. This mysterious connection between Gin and the clouds deepened the enigma surrounding his extraordinary powers.

The magical display illuminated their room with a mesmerizing glow, casting ethereal shadows on the walls. Gin watched in awe as his older brother skillfully manipulated the shimmering energy that danced between his fingertips. He couldn't help but be captivated by sight, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious power his brother was wielding.

"Brother," Gin called out, his voice filled with wonder and fascination, "What is that?"

Isaac glanced over at Gin, a playful smirk gracing his lips as he recognized his brother's curiosity. "I'm working with a spell called Goa," he explained, his tone blending pride and amusement. "It's a form of elemental fire magic."

Isaac let out a somewhat exaggerated sigh, the corners of his mouth still curled in a sly grin. His intelligent and cunning nature was evident in how he handled the spell, but his helpful demeanor shone through. "You know, it's quite the challenge to teach yourself magic without proper guidance," he remarked, his voice laced with playfulness.

Gin strolled over to Isaac, playfully patting him on the shoulder with a bright grin. "Well, you're smart, and now you've got magic under your belt, too," he chuckled, a hint of friendly rivalry in his tone. "But, hey, I'm the gifted one, remember?" he grew more serious, agreeing with his brother's earlier sentiment. "I know what you mean, though. I'm struggling to train, too, since I don't have anyone to spar with. How about we head to the village and see if we can find someone who knows magic? Maybe they could help us both out."

Isaac raised an eyebrow in surprise at Gin's suggestion, but he couldn't help but appreciate the praise. "The village? You usually steer clear of that place. I'm surprised you're willing to go. But sure, maybe we'll get lucky and find someone who knows how to use magic. I already asked Mom and Dad, but neither has any experience."

Gin nodded a determined glint in his eyes. "Yeah, it sounds like fun. I don't go to the village because, well, it can be kind of depressing. But I'm tired of being cooped up here, so I might as well tag along." He secured his sword in its sheath, ready for the journey ahead.

Isaac stood up and offered a fist bump to his younger brother, a playful grin. "It's weird, you know? You're only seven, but sometimes you can be surprisingly intelligent."

Gin feigned shock, touching his chin as if stroking an imaginary beard. "Did... my esteemed older brother just say I could be intelligent?" He adopted an exaggerated, contemplative tone. "I've always believed myself to be quite knowledgeable. But now, with your endorsement, I must ponder the vast wisdom I'll acquire on my journey through this world as I strive to vanquish the Witch of Envy."

Isaac playfully jabbed Gin in the stomach, feigning suspicion. "Did you eat those mushrooms you found in the village again?"

Gin shook his head, grinning. "Nope, just making a joke." He swung their door open and gestured for Isaac to follow. "C'mon, let's go."

As Isaac trailed behind him, Gin called out to their father. His voice filled with enthusiasm. "Hey, Dad! We're heading to the village with my brother to do some totally not-stupid things!"

A gruff voice hollered back from the kitchen, "If ya go an' eat some random mushrooms again, I'll beat ya to a bloody pulp!"

"Brother, are you sure this will work?" Gin sighed, and the two brothers set off toward the village. As they walked, Gin noticed some of the younger kids in the town casting curious glances their way.

Isaac chuckled as he observed the onlookers, particularly the girls. "Looks like all the girls in the village have a crush on you," he teased as they continued toward the village chief's home.

Gin shot back with a playful retort, "Why don't you have a girlfriend? You're already thirteen, after all."

"I have high standards, you know," Isaac replied earnestly. "I want to secure a steady source of income and figure out if I have a talent for magic before I devote time to a relationship." He was determined to find a way to support his family, and if he could harness his magical abilities, he knew it would open up new income opportunities.

As they approached the most prominent house in the village, Gin couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust. "I really hate nobles," he muttered under his breath.

Isaac shot him a warning glance, trying to keep his cool. "Don't say that when we get there... I sometimes wonder why I even brought you." He looked his brother in the eye, his expression serious. "Please, just don't do anything stupid. I need to find a way to help support our family."

Gin caught the gravity of his brother's words and felt a pang of guilt for not contributing more. "Alright," he agreed, "I'll behave. Let's go."

The brothers approached the door, and Isaac prepared to knock. He was already familiar with the village chief, having previously spoken to him while searching for someone to help him learn magic. However, the chief had not been particularly helpful, which was why Isaac had brought Gin along, anticipating the possible outcome of their visit.

Isaac rapped on the door assertively.

"Who is it?" a voice barked from within.

"It's Isaac," he replied, putting on a calm facade. "I came to pay my taxes for the village." He subtly gestured towards Gin, hoping his brother would catch on to the plan.

The door swung open to reveal an older man with a long gray beard and furrowed eyebrows, clearly annoyed. "You brat," he scoffed. "As if your family has anything to pay in taxes. Get the hell out of here."

Isaac tried to plead his case. "Please, Chief Marcus, if you could just—"

But Marcus slapped him across the face, cutting him off. "Shut up! I don't care about your magic or whatever you want. If you have money, that's a different story. Now get the fuck out!"

Gin stepped forward, a serious expression on his face. He released a hint of his aura, causing Marcus to break out in a cold sweat. "Marcus, right?" he said firmly. "Tell my brother where he can receive proper training or whatever he needs for magic. I won't ask again."

Wide-eyed, Marcus stared in disbelief at the young boy instilling fear in him. "Wh—what—uh, fine. The Bareille nobles won't help you, but I've heard the Karsten House is more open to others. That's all I know, I swear."

Gin's aura vanished as the once tense atmosphere returned to normal he grinned, "Thank you for your cooperation, Marcus. I hope you don't do anything that would risk your safety as the Chief of this village… or perhaps your life?"

Marcus stood there, frozen, unable to speak or comprehend what had just happened. Isaac hadn't anticipated Gin's bold move, but at least they had managed to obtain some helpful information. As they walked away, Gin found himself pondering the name they'd been given.

Karsten... Why does that name sound familiar?

Suddenly, Gin was gripped by an unbearable headache, as if needles were slowly driven into his skull. He clutched his head, stumbling as the pain subsided and his vision grew hazy. Unable to stay upright, he collapsed. Concerned for his brother's well-being, Isaac scooped him up and hurried back home.

As Gin lay there, either asleep or unconscious, his thoughts swirled. He couldn't understand why he had collapsed or if it had something to do with the name he recognized but couldn't place. Fear coursed through him as his memories clashed with the fragments he could recall. He experienced pain when trying to remember was beyond anything he could comprehend. It felt like pure torment, and when it finally ended, the relief washed over him like a wave of bliss, filling him with warmth.

"Honey, are you alright?"

Gin opened his eyes, finding himself lying in his bed with his mother sitting beside him, her worried gaze fixed. "What the... What happened?" he asked, still disoriented.

"Your brother brought you back. He said you collapsed in the village… Are you sick? You didn't have a fever, but maybe we should get a medic to check on you," Mary said with concern, hugging him tightly. "I don't want anything happening to you. You were unconscious for a whole day."

As his mother released the hug, Gin felt a sense of calm. "I'm alright, and I'm definitely not sick. I think I was just exhausted from training and neglecting to rest properly."

Mary's expression softened, her worry slightly abating. "Alright, your brother wanted to talk to you. He's been waiting. Sweetie, if you need me to make you some food or whip up something nutritious to help, I'd be more than happy to." She offered a warm smile, already thinking of making a special curry that her mother had passed down the recipe for, but she had never made it before.

Gin nodded, grateful for his mother's care. "That would be great. I have been neglecting my diet quite a bit lately." Seeing his mother preparing to leave, he added, "Love you, mother, and thank you for everything."

Gin braced himself for Isaac's angry outburst as his brother entered the room. He spoke quickly, "Don't yell at me. I couldn't stop it. Sorry for making you carry me back."

"You did me a big favor. I didn't mean to trick you with the Marcus stuff, but I knew I couldn't get him to tell me anything to help," Isaac smiled, his tone reassuring. "We made a good team when we did that, though the death threat might've been a bit much. Also, what on earth happened to you when you collapsed?"

"Well, I'll be honest, it was the worst pain I've ever felt. I'm pretty sure it's from over-exhaustion or something similar since I have been training a lot, neglecting my diet, and sometimes sleeping," Gin admitted.

Isaac pondered momentarily, "House Karsten is one of the most influential families within the Kingdom. I'm unsure how to take what Marcus said, considering I'd be viewed as someone from the lower class. But it's a lead, at least."

Gin got up and tapped his brother's forehead, "You may be from the lower class, but you don't speak or act like one. Though I do admit I don't trust nobles – Marcus was a good example of why. However, if you can't find a way to hone your talent, then there's nothing wrong with trying new things."

"What about you? You're talented with the sword but have nobody to spar with. Doesn't training alone get repetitive?" Isaac asked.

"I won't have anyone to train with for a while anyway. But I can still grow on my own. You need someone to teach you – I have no idea how magic works, and it seems complex. Brother, I'd go for it, and if the nobles treat you poorly, I'll come and force them to comply," Gin said with determination.

Isaac glared in worry, "Brother, don't be too reckless. If they reject me, that's fine."

"Let's go eat dinner and talk about this later. Our father sure is good at hiding being proud of us. It's funny," Gin suggested with a grin.

"Wait, he is?" Isaac asked, genuinely surprised.

"If our father wasn't proud of us, do you think he'd be talking about us so much? You are smart, but you need to work on reading people better. It's also a good skill in combat, as a lot of the time, it's not a confrontation but a setup." Gin continued as he walked towards the door to go eat dinner.

The two sat down as Mary was almost done cooking, and Martin was drinking a glass of beer. He noticed the look on Isaac's face and questioned, "Ya lookin' at me weird. Did ya two find any success with the magic stuff?"

"Yes, Father. Marcus told us that House Karsten might be able to help me." Isaac continued, "If I can, I'll find a way to use magic or whatever I can to help support our family."

"That's a good thing ya doing, and ya old enough, so it makes sense. All I'd tell ya is be careful 'round them nobles. Lots of nonsense goes on in their families. While it may suck to live in a poor village, we ain't got to deal wit' all the troubles the noble families bring upon themselves." Martin smiled as he commended Isaac's goal of helping support the family.

Gin smirked, "And as usual, I was right."

"Gin, ya dumbass almost killed your older brother with a lightning bolt. Ya ain't got room to talk 'bout being right. But ya both doin' good for yourselves, and I'm proud of that." Martin remembered, "Isaac if ya do go to them noble families, remember not to tell nobody 'bout Gin's abilities or whatever. I ain't letting him become a weapon for the Kingdom like them sword saints n' all are."

Mary brought out four curry bowls and handed them around as she sat down, "I hope it's good. It's a recipe your grandmother had before she passed away. It's a unique dish from Kararagi, another nation."

Gin took his spoon and took a bite, quickly finishing his bowl and breathing loudly, "That was good."

"You want another bowl? You finished that... very quickly." Mary teased.

Gin enjoyed another bowl, feeling satisfied. He was glad that his older brother had gained some self-esteem and that the discovery of magic was a bonus. Gin avoided thinking about anything related to his previous memories of this world, knowing that agonizing pain would follow. The main question on his mind was why he possessed such power. At only around eight years old, he had multiple Divine Protections and suspected he was stronger than most. This realization frightened him. Having power often led to many issues, especially when it was noticeable. He didn't want to be turned into a weapon or used by someone; he wanted to follow his own path. However, Gin wasn't sure how to achieve this.

Gin took out his blade and its sheath, wanting to test the durability of the scabbard to see if it could serve as a shield or secondary weapon in combat. He walked around the surrounding forest before finding a suitable rock to rest it on. Drawing his sword, he imbued it with lightning as he prepared himself.

"Let's see if this works," he said, swinging the blade down on the sheath. To his surprise, no damage seemed to have been done to it.

Curious about the strength of the strike he had just executed, Gin approached a large tree to test its power. Aiming his sword diagonally, he intended to cut the tree down. As the blade made contact, it felt like he was cutting through butter. The cut was so swift and clean that the tree remained standing even after slicing through.

As Gin arrived at his training ground, he took a deep breath, feeling adrenaline rush as he prepared to face the daggers that would come at him. He stood in the center of the clearing, surrounded by tall trees blocking the sun, creating a dimly lit area perfect for training.

He unsheathed his sword and held it ready, waiting for the first dagger to fly toward him. As he heard the whistling sound of the dagger, he quickly sidestepped, avoiding the sharp blade by a hair's breadth.

Gin's reflexes were good, but he knew he needed to be faster. He focused on his movements, anticipating the next dagger and blocking it with his sword as it flew toward him.

The next dagger came at him quickly, but he was ready, dodging and rolling to avoid it before getting back on his feet and blocking the following dagger with his scabbard. His movements became more fluid as he continued, his mind in tune with his body as he parried, dodged, and countered quickly.

Hours passed as Gin continued to train, sweat pouring down his forehead as he pushed himself to the limit. He was determined to improve his reflexes and become a better swordsman, one who could protect himself and his family from any danger that came their way.

As the sun began to set, he finally stopped, feeling the exhaustion seeping into his bones. He sheathed his sword and took a deep breath, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he looked around at the clearing, littered with daggers that he had successfully blocked or dodged.

Gin tried to hide his nervousness as he followed his father to the kitchen. He knew that Martin was not one to beat around the bush and that whatever he had to say was important. He watched as his father poured himself a drink and then directed him to sit down.

Gin couldn't help but joke, trying to break the tension, "Uh- a thunderstorm came last night?"

Martin looked at him incredulously for a moment before letting out a hearty laugh, "Ya damn fool."

Gin smiled weakly as his father's laughter died down, and he got serious, his expression growing stern. Martin knew firsthand the danger of having power in the Kingdom and didn't want his son to be turned into a weapon.

"Listen up, Gin, this the most important thing ya father gon say to you. Don't be showin' ya talent like it's some gift or some shit. Ya live in Lugunica, where if ya got power, you either follow ya orders or get burnt. If ya got a Divine Protection, that's already rare, but ya dumbass got more den dat. My father told me bout the demi-human war, and at the end of the war, nothin much changed but the poor strugglin' even more. Be smart n question the things ya told, alright?"

"Yeah, the last thing I want to become is some weapon for the Kingdom." Gin sighed as he knew it would be hard to not only master his technique but be able to limit it at times as well.

Martin drank his glass of beer and put it back on the counter, "I'll tell ya some news I heard from the dumbass noble that runs this area. The current sword saint died, n some kid is now da fuckin sword saint. Not like I give a damn who it is, but times we in not makin' much sense. Royal family drama, and now we got a small ass kid as our sword saint. They said that Theresia got killed by da White Whale, which sounds like more bullshit to me. Ya, only eight but ya smart enough to understand most the stuff I say?"

Gin gulped, "What's the new sword saint's name? If you know…."

"Reinhard Van Astrea." Martin noticed his son's strange expression, "Gin, you look like ya seen a ghost."

Forget don't think about it… nothing think about anything, nothing nothing, nothing nothing, nothing. What the fuck is this?

Gin felt the headache coming as he closed off all thoughts, almost entering a state of meditation as he breathed out, "Sorry about that— but yeah, I get what you mean. I'll make sure not to let anyone know my abilities."

"I ain't tryna scare ya if that's what jus happened, but I want to let ya know so when ya older, you'll remember this advice I gave ya. My bad if I jus told ya too much, ya ain't get. But don't think ya gotta hide from everyone. That's a lonely life too. Be smart bout how ya move, and don't let people ya don't trust know you're abilities." Martin replied, concerned at his son's sudden look of dread and confusion.

"No, it's not that. Just wondering how I can make myself useful, I guess." Gin said as he pondered that meeting Reinhard seemed so strange.

Martin stared into his turquoise eyes, "You're almost ten now. I'll tell ya when ya get a bit older, I'll explain something to you, but for now, it ain't yer job to be useful other than doing what you already been. Having talent and wisdom are two different things, and believe me, being wise is something ya don't learn ya experience."

Gin felt a chill go down his spine when he considered his talent or, instead, the strength that he was given and trained for. He almost wanted to stay hidden or perhaps find a way to avoid needing to use his strength, "Father is being born in this world with talent, good or bad?"

"That's a question I ain't expect. Most born with talent fall victim to their strength by other forces or their own beliefs. Being born with talent is something I'd say more would fall into delusion with or despair. I guess the best way to deal wit it is to find a balance so ya don't be doing more than ya need to." Martin said with a more serious tone as he could see his son understood what he was trying to tell him.

Mary walked into the kitchen, seeing Martin and her son, "Isaac should be coming back from the House Karsten pretty soon. I should start preparing dinner."

"How that lil runt even gettin' all da way over ther?" Martin asked as he stared at Gin in suspicion.

Gin laughed, "You think I just teleported him there or something? I 'negotiated' with Marcus and got him a dragon carriage to take there."

"I'm sorry, but I need to sleep." Mary said as she knew something was wrong with her but didn't want to scare them, "I'll be back just going to take a quick nap… love you, darling, and my son."

As she left for her room, both martin and Gin could see through her attempt to deceive them as they worried for her health. Isaac came in wearing a more proper outfit that looked like one that a noble tutor would wear. Walking in with a bright smile, he sat down beside his brother with many things to tell him about.

Martin took out the food Mary left in the pot as it seemed to be ready, serving them the dishes, "Here ya go. How was ya trip to House Karsten? They treat ya well or what?"

"It went well. Meckart Karsten seemed to be fond of me. As for magic, I wasn't able to learn much, but I was able to learn a bit of healing magic from another person there." Isaac turned his head to Gin, "The heiress to House Karsten is about the same age as you. Her name is Crusch, and when I mentioned you were also training your sword technique, she was curious to spar you."

Gin choked as he coughed, then wiped his mouth, "Uhh— I rather not."

"Brother, that was the first time I've seen you seem interested in a girl. She's about the same age as you," he responded, not knowing why Gin would not want to spar with someone.

Martin slammed his glass on the ground as he pierced through Isaac's eyes, "Ya smart, but ya ain't able to read people at all. What ya plan on doing wit these noble family folks anyway? I mean, I'll support ya if you wanna go down that path, but it's not one I'd recommend."

Isaac already knew his father wouldn't like it, but he enjoyed his time there far more than being in the village, "I already looked for someone to teach me magic here, but nobody knew about it. The Karsten family is nice, and I don't think they're the same as the nobles you dislike, father."

The pain in Gin's head intensified as he finished eating and made his way back to his room. Each step he took felt heavier, and his mind was confused and uncertain. Once he reached his room, he collapsed onto the floor, trying to make sense of the unbearable pain that seemed to grip his very being.

Gin couldn't shake the feeling that the pain was somehow linked to the memories of his old life mingling with those of his new one. But he couldn't understand why they were causing him such distress. Desperate for relief, he longed for a way to seal his memories or do anything to alleviate the agony.

As he lay there, overwhelmed by the pain, Gin questioned his existence. Was he given a purpose or a second chance at life? If so, why couldn't he function properly? His thoughts swirled like a storm, leaving him more lost and confused than ever before. As he closed his eyes and his body began to relax, he wished he could just forget.

I'm sorry the memories returned. If I remove your memories of the world you saw, your soul may shatter.

He looked around and saw nothing as if he was dreaming, but the voice he heard sounded familiar, "Do it, please."

I'm sorry. This is all my fault. You'll wake up or be gone forever. Are you sure?

"...yes, if I can't live in this world as I live in it, then what's the point? Do it, please that pain was agonizing."

The pain was your soul being damaged… I hope this works.

Gin's eyes opened as he felt he had a dream but forgot it. He noticed his brother was already gone and guessed he had returned back to House Karsten. Gin got dressed and went to eat breakfast, where he saw his father making it.

"Father is something wrong with mother?" he said with concern as he remembered the previous day and how she said she felt tired.

Martin handed him some bread, "I ain't as good of a cook as ya mother, but ther ya breakfast."

"What's —wrong?" Gin asked, as he didn't want his mother to be sick or worse.

Martin put his hands down on the table, "Gin, I'm not sure— I don't know what to do bout this."

"Dad, if I can, I will help if you can tell me what happened… is mother alright?" he asked as worry and uncertainty filled his mind.

Martin gestured for him to follow as they walked through the dimly lit hallway. With each step, an uneasy feeling grew in his stomach. As they reached the end of the corridor, Martin silently opened the door to his parent's room, and they entered cautiously. The room was bathed in soft moonlight, casting a serene glow on the sleeping figure of Martin's mother. She lay on her side, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. However, despite the seemingly peaceful scene, something felt amiss. As he observed her, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. His instincts were screaming at him, alerting him to an unseen danger. The atmosphere in the room seemed to grow heavier, pressing down on him and filling him with an ever-increasing sense of dread. The silent room echoed with their soft breaths, and yet, the air felt suffocating, as if an invisible force was lurking just out of sight, ready to strike at any moment.

"Son, I don't know what happened, but she ain't waking up. I tried everything I could think of, but nothin worked." Martin said with grief as he loved his wife, and the idea of endless sleep sounded worse than her dying.

Gin walked closer to his mother, holding her hand. He usually didn't cry or show a lot of emotion, but he couldn't help but shed a few tears, wiping them off as he knew his father was just as hurt as he was. At this moment, he unlocked the Divine Protection of the Sage as he knew why this happened. Those who give birth to one loved by the world will have the consequence of eternal slumber.

Gin's heart ached, guilt and shame bearing down on him like a crushing force. Tears streamed down his cheeks, each a testament to his unbearable sadness. Struggling to speak through the emotional turmoil, he choked out the words to his father.

"Father," he began, pausing to take a deep breath to steady his trembling voice, "It's because of me." He swallowed hard, trying to force the words out, "Those who give birth to one loved by the world suffer the consequence of eternal slumber."

His eyes, filled with guilt and sorrow, returned to his mother's still form. The sight of her, so peaceful yet trapped in an endless sleep, tore at his heart. With a quiet, anguished sob, he whispered, "I'm sorry—mother."

Martin put his hand on his son's shoulder, "This ain your fault. Don't blame ya self for something ya ain't do. If ya want to think bout it like that, I know ya mother wouldn't want that, n I don't blame ya either."

"But… it was me."

"Ya said that the world gave ya power, n that's the consequence of it. That's what most folks call fate. I say to hell with fate shit jus an excuse to not do anything or accept what they can't explain." Martin made Gin look him in the eyes, "Mary was my love, and even if she doesn't ever wake up, I'd never blame ya since it ain't your fault. But I got hope since ya, my son, and if fate was responsible for this, then I believe ya can defy fate. Never forget that ya mother wouldn't want you to be blamin ya self for what happened, so if you wanna do something, that's the only thing I expect from you."

So basically, Mary has sleeping beauty like Lousana (Maybe Heinkel and Gin might team up in the future)

I think I wrote Martin greatly, and it's a good contrast compared to Reinhard's father and stuff.

For the Divine Protection of the Sage, it allows the user to basically just learn things like the origin of whatever happened was caused by. But the ability is granted by Od Laguna, so bias on the whole 'can't wake up' might be there.

Next chapter going to have a big ass reveal on who Martin's father or related to was and why he knows so much about things but let me know how y'all think I'm doing on these OC's personalities.

Major time skip prolly coming after this