Age 17

Dear diary, i have acquired a monster companion that i was not quite looking for.

The ittan-momen has made my journey on-wards a little difficult.

With elementals there is usually a place and time for love making, usually before i go to sleep, in my dreams and every once in a while when i take a break.

Now i continue my journey with a ittan-momen quite literally wrapped around me like a piece of clothing, usually she takes the appearance of a silky piece of thin cloth, but as soon as her cloth coils around and clings to something, usually me, the outline of an alluring woman's body emerges. She call herself Shawla and funnily enough she can imitate the appearance of a high quality and quite beautiful pure white shawl if i say so myself, so she doesn't slow me down in that regard by being heavy or anything.

In-fact she has granted me many benefits as i have noticed with a little testing, whenever she has wrapped her cloth like arms around mine she has been able to help me lift heavy objects and whatever she is made of is very durable, adding a layer of protective armor when she is wrapped around me.

She is whimsical, poor at expressing emotion, and more times than i can count she has somehow snaked either her arms, legs or even face in my crotch having somehow removed my pants even though i might have been walking just a second ago.

Whenever she wants a break or is in the mood for sex she usually just starts assaulting my crotch immediately.

She does not like to talk, the first thing she told me is that her mouth is better at doing other things then talking, which was followed up by her giving me a fellatio.

A week after i had acquired Sylph i was following this river that i was quite certain lead to a small town where i had planned i would resupply as much as i could before i would continue with my journey, before i made it there however i came upon something quite unexpected.

It was a large camp with perhaps 30 people in it that were carrying sword and drinking alcohol whilst playing card games, by the looks of it was a bandit camp. I was not angry, in-fact this could prove to be a boon, the amount of money i had was quite limited and would not last me forever, if i raided this camp i could perhaps gain enough money to be set up for the rest of my journey.

With a nod to myself i set out to do just that.

As i approached, what seemed to be two bandits on lookout spotted me and started to make their way towards me with what they probably though was intimidating swagger and as they got close i could finally start to hear what they were saying.

I the heard what the unremarkable bald bandit to the left said first and i started using Puste to control my breathing and started to gather my spirit energy so i could perform Styrke as well.

"Look bob, a civilian that somehow got lost, we should help him out, am i right!"

The one to the right whom had a ugly sneer replied.

"Right ye arrr Rob, lets show the way and offer em, arrr hospitality."

Was this guy a pirate?

Before anything further could be said i had fully performed Styrke improving my physique and dramatically raising my general performance, i increased my pace from a slow gait to a dead sprint in a second, i closed the distance between us that a normal human would have taken over 10 seconds to travel at full speed, in barely a second, the change was so sudden that they stopped for one second to gawk, before hurrying to draw their holstered weapons, Bob even started helpfully explain the situation to Rob whom no doubt was looking forward to hear his detailed and informative insight on what might be a very dangerous situation.

"Rob this ain't no civy!"

Before Rob could explain further i had reached Bob who was to the right, i had drawn my left hand to my right shoulder and swung at Bob with as much power and force i had been able to gather right at him.

Bob moved to block with his left arm as he was still drawing the blade with his right.

But he was far to slow and my backhand met his wrist with so much force a snap was heard before it continued its path right into the left side of Bobs big fat belly.

I hit Bob with so much force he was sent flying right into Rob whom he collided with, the momentum still carried over and both Rob and Bob crashed into and dented a nearby tree.

Not only did i have Sylphs and Ignis blessing, but Shawla was able to add a little extra on to my pure physical strength by wrapping her limbs around mine.

After brutalizing Bob and Rob i continued to the camp.

I met more bandits and i brutalized every single one of them that approached me in similar fashion.

One was maybe a little smarted and attacked from a distance by shooting a arrow at me with a bow, but i dodged it easily enough and responded by throwing a rock at him.

This was no simple rock throw though, with my enhanced strength and by using Sylphs powers over wind i was able to add a spin and a little extra momentum to my throw.

The rock hit the bandit so hard his steel chest plate crumpled but did not brake, however the momentum still carried onto him making his feet leave the ground and sending him fly backwards for five meters before he crashed into the ground out cold.

Before i knew it twenty bandits were out cold and the every bandit except their leader was to afraid to do anything.

Their leader was a short and pink-haired man with a lazy smile, i was slightly on-guard as i had expected a big brute whom used his larger frame and strength for intimidation to scare his subordinates into submission.

But looking closely i could tell that his physique was not to be scoffed at, although he was shorted than average, his muscles were far more developed and defined with a impossible hardness that very few could have and only with insane training.

Not even one the post talented individual would receive anything close to that kind of figure from the kind of training even elite soldiers like i received, and my training was one of the best one could receive short of the ones heroes get.

But i did not think for a second that any hero would ever resort to banditry so i came to only one conclusion.

"You never received your blessing did you."

A common misconception was that all blessings the chief god gave was at birth to people destined for great things. However that was not fully true, Lescatie did not naturally birth its heroes, they trained them. In Lescatie it was common that in most orphans and children's lives they were checked for their potential to be heroes, those whom this potential was found in were trained from early childhood to adulthood, usually they would receive their blessing somewhere in the middle of their training because the Chief-god found them worthy and gave his blessing.

However on rare occasions they would reach adulthood having never received a blessing.

They were thrown out, as they were considered unworthy, most of the time the reason was that they carried distant monster ancestry and were considered un-pure, or their had a vivid and lecherous imagination meaning they would be corrupted easily by monsters.

Going by the look on his face i think i hit it right on the nose. But he still restrained himself from attacking and asked with a dull voice.

"Haa, my name is Eral, are you a hero?"

He most likely though i was, considering i had trashed his group so easily.

"I am not."

His disbelieving and slightly hateful stare was all i got.

"Haa, sure your not, walking in here with practically no armor and smashing my cute subordinates faces in with both strength and speed that is beyond what a human can perform naturally."

His voice got even duller and was very deadpan at the end, but i could tell that he really wanted me to provide him with useful information, usually i would refrain from communicating verbally with my foes but.

"I have received a blessing, but not from the Chief-god, i will provide you with no further information."

"Haa, alright we are done talking then."

At the end of that sentence he rushed me with beyond human speed, he closed the gap between us in barely any time at all, but i was able to unsheathe my sword before he had closed the distance between us and started his full frontal-assault. Going by his smile and his subordinates cheers i was sure that they were confident that he would win.

And truthfully his blade was quick but i did not have trouble keeping.

When i grew tired of this farce i grabbed his right hand which was holding his sword with my left stilling it instantly and had Shawla whom was wrapped around me grab his left completely halting his assault.

"Haa, what?"

Before he could comment further i sheathed my sword and swung my fist which was already boosted by Styrke but now cloaked in dense cloak of spirit energy, forming the technique what is commonly known as Skjold and introduced my fist with as much force as i could to his face.

He was sent flying and uncontrollably flipping through the air before he crashed into a tent which did a good job cushioning his landing.

All the remaining bandits started screaming hysterically and they left in a hurry.

As no conscious bandit remained i headed for the biggest tent and made my way inside.

Then i left after taking all their gold and valuables following the river to the town i was quite sure was close by.

END

[[[I don't think i am all that talented writing fighting scenes so i made it short, and our protagonist is more powerful so this isn't beyond him.]]]

Styrke is norwegian and translates to strength and is performed by enhancing ones physique with spirit energy dramatically increasing ones strength.

Puste is norwegian as well and translates to breathe and is performed by enhancing ones lungs with spirit energy, dramatically increasing our lung capacity and efficiency.

Skjold which i also norwegian translates to shield is performed by forcing insane amounts of, spirit energy, to our skin, muscles and bones to increase its density and hardness dramatically.

S.P.E.C.I.A.L

Level 1 = what a 3 year old can do.

Level 10 = What a professional athlete can do. (peak human performance)

Level 25 = What a weak hero can do. (beyond human peak performance)

Level 50 = What a average hero can do.

Level 75 = What a strong hero or average lilim can do.

Level 100 = What a demon lord can do.

Name: (Unknown)

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Occupation: wanderer, adventurer.

History: A reincarnated human from our world whom desires not to become a mere walking sex toy.

Personality: Quiet.

Quirks: Gets lost in thought.

Stat: Normal (Perk) Multiplier =in-total.

(I multiply last here.)

Strength: 12 (25) x2 = 74

Power: 10 (25) x2 = 70

Endurance: 11 (25) = 36

Charisma: 6

Intelligence: 12

Agility: 11 (25) x2 = 72

Luck: 5

Perks

Ignis blessing infernal power:
(10 points to every stat except Charisma, Intelligence, luck.)
50% resistance to heat and flame based attacks.
2x to Power.
2x effectiveness to abilities of fire and heat based origin.

Sylphs blessing like the wind
(10 points to every stat except Charisma, Intelligence, luck.)
20% resistance to wind based attacks, and damage from falling.
2x to Agility.
2x effectiveness to abilities of wind based origin.

Ittan-momen silk touch
(5 points to every stat except Charisma, Intelligence, luck.)
Can float.
Can slow the flow of blood from open injuries.
2x to strength
10% Immunity to magic based attacks.