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Random aah brain rot that I randomly conjured out of the ether

(Fantasy world with Jobs x ?)

The Bard Class is Made Out of Bard's

1st Song

Beginning of Babel

Let's be honest, most people's reaction to being reincarnated they would most certainly freak out.

If not for the fact that they're now a baby with absolutely no control over their body, then it's probably from the existential crisis that they would get from either the fact that they freaking died, or the fact that their religious and superstitious belief may or may not have any hold depending on the how and why they even get reincarnated.

Like, there's a lot of stories where people either meet God with a capital G or a god or goddess from one of the many religions of the world, or maybe and may their souls find peace and solace, they meet a Random Omnipotent Being that wants to use them as a source of entertainment.

Benefits of those kinds of reincarnation however, are the usual benefits that the reincarnate usually gets. A blessing here, a cheat ability there, even those people that get reincarnated into games or stories get a leg up since they have knowledge of future events and information on things that normally no person should have.

Welp, none of that here sadly. An unfortunate plane crash one moment, and the next was pitch black darkness that was broken by a blinding light. No blank white room, meeting with god or a higher being or anything. Death one moment, and apparent reincarnation at the next.

Understandably, crying loudly like a little girl was the only thing that one could do of course. Hilarious in hindsight, yes. Laugh it up, why don't you.

At first she thought that she had somehow miraculously survived the plane crash, but was left immoble and bedridden. With control of my bodily input essentially being set to zero.

But yeah as time went by it was clear that she died. If not for the giant people that were adults, the rustic wooden house that was most certainly not a hospital, and the small, teeny tiny, eensy weensy baby hands that she had kinda struck the nail.

So yeah, reincarnation. A huge shock, that. Didn't meet any god or deities that gave me special cheat powers or anything, and she also had to live through as a baby. While being fully conscious.

I most certainly did not enjoy the fact that she had no control over my bladder. It is incredibly humiliating.

But if there was one thing that she was good at, it was adapting! I've faced through thousands of changes in games meta, I've been thrown around companies back and forth between employment and unemployment like a ping pong ball! She can get through this!

And get through it she did. From teething to crawling to walking, to another identity crisis on the fact that she was a girl this time around, the brand new and improved me began roaming in this new world. The life of Chris the village girl started as normal as every other isekai story.

Yea there was no sugar coating it, it was a fantasy world. Monsters, magic, weapons, dungeons, you name it, this world probably has it. The apothecary that the old lady has next door sells potions, the local blacksmith forges swords and spears and axes, weapons and armor alike.

It's the quintessential fantasy world. But there was one thing in this new and exciting world that made her worry.

Jobs. Not jobs that people do to earn money for a living, but Jobs with a capital J. Something that is given, or more correctly shown to a person in this kingdom as they reach the age of ten.

They're essentially blessings from the gods of this world, a given prophecy that essentially shows a person a talent, their gift, something that they would excel at. Be it jobs that would relate to fighting and adventuring like Swordsman, Magician, and Monks, or regular everyday Jobs like Blacksmith, Chef, or Merchants.

It was as much of a blessing as it was a curse in her opinion. A way to put labels on people based on their abilities, while it was a way to show a person their latent talents and abilities, it was something that would stifle their growth in any other field.

Because a person that has a Job would be expected to do their Job and only their Job. And as someone who quite enjoy the freedom that she has, even before she gets her's revealed, she was already feeling stifled by the invisible chains that was locking her.

She might have been someone that enjoyed the comfortable living of the modern world, but even she couldn't reject the call of adventure! This was a world of sword and magic! Treasures abundant in dungeons both explored and unexplored! It was a boy's romance! So what if she was a girl! There were girl adventurers too!

But either way, with magic being a thing that people could use, excluding Job specific magics, she studied the heck out of it. Well, just the basics. A small rural village like this has the occasional Magician adventurers coming back and forth for quests, and the only person fully devoted to the magical arts is the grandma next door who is an Apothecary.

So she kept pestering her over and over for lessons, if not magic than just about herbs in general. Those would always come in handy.

"Ugh! How much are you going to keep this up brat!" The old grandma with a back problem growled as snapped towards her. Slamming her hand on the wooden table and making the handful of glass vials that sat on top shake.

And she, like the cute, annoying, silver haired brat that she was, pouted as she met the old woman's glare with her own. "I'm going to keep doing it until you teeth me magic grandma!" She said resolutely, repeating the same song and dance of coming into the woman's apothecary and perseting her for lessons in magic.

The old woman's eyes twitched, her brows furrowing in annoyance and creased as she then let out a sigh as she turned around. "Fine! If only so that you would stop pestering me."

And she gave the brightest smile that she'd ever had in her five years of life in this world. "Thank you very much!" She said as she bowed a full ninety degrees to the old woman whose back was turned to her, the grandma only scoffed before she gestured her to follow.

And five years later here she was, standing in line in the village's church where the ceremony that would bestow a person's Job would be held.

"Oh man, I can't wait! What kind of Job do you think you're getting Chris?" Asked a brown haired boy as he turned towards her, acting like the energetic boy that he was.

"I'll honestly go with anything that'll let me be an adventurer." She answered back with a careless shrug. "Though if possible I'd want a class that lets me use my magic." She would be miffed if whatever class she had wasn't a magic focused one. Sge honed what magical ability she had for five years darned it!

"You wanted to be a swordsman didn't you Lark?" She asked the blonde haired boy, and he gave her a toothy smile as he flashed a v with his fingers.

"You bet! I mean we promised that we'd all be adventurers together didn't we! And if you're going to be our magician, then I'd be a swordsman that leads us to victory!" He declared as he raised his hands high.

Well to be honest they kinda pushed that whole idea on their own, She would have been fine going around the world solo. That in itself is romance. But these kids had grown on me. She was basically their babysitter when she wasn't learning magic under Master Mao, making sure that they didn't do anything too stupid.

So when they made a promise about being adventurers together, a group of children who were still inexperienced in how the world works? Well it was up to me as an adult, if in mind only, to make sure that nothing bad happens to them.

"Man it would be funny if you didn't though." Said a boy with spiky red hair, with a grin, who she immediately went to smack. He unfortunately dodged his rightful punishment with a grin. Tch. "Ha! Missed me!" Only for a blonde girl to smack him in the back of his head.

"Owch!" He yielded as he held his head as he turned towards the girl. "Maria! Why'd you do that!"

And Maria merely huffed as she crossed her hands in front of her. "Because that's not a nice thing to say, Brad. You know that a Job is a blessing from the Goddess herself. You shouldn't wish that's someone a job that would belittle all their efforts." The blonde chided.

"Tch." and this time Brad was the one who clicked his tongue while she grinned as she revelled in my petty victory. The short, purple haired girl that was hiding behind her looking back and forth between her and the red haired boy.

"And besides." Maria said as she unfurled her arms to clasp them together as she looked up towards the church's ceiling. "Whatever Job that we receive is a blessing from the Goddess Sophia. So we must devote our lives to the Job that she will assign to us."

"Reading those straight from the scripture again Maria?" She asked with a small smile.

"Why of course! Father Simon is a respectable Priest that gave me the chance to learn under him! I hope that through the efforts that I've shown, that Goddess Sophia would bless upon me the Job of a Priestess!" The young blonde haired girl said as she once again placed her hands both in front of her, praying hard towards the Goddess of her faith like the fervent believer that she was.

A bright flash of light temporarily caught their attention, and they watched as a black haired boy went through the process of having his Job revealed.

Huh, wasn't that that antisocial kid that keeps muttering to himself and looks down on everyone? Wonder what Job he got.

And as the question went through her mind, the answer was as swiftly delivered as Father Simon, the Priest in charge of the church, read out the results from the magical orb that the boy was holding. "Your job is… H-Hero?!"

"Huh?"

"What!?"

"W…wow…"

"For real!?"

"Oh holy shit."

"Chris! Watch your language!"

As everyone had their understandable breakdown, the parents waiting for their children's assessment near the church's entrance whispering with one another while some of the remaining children looked at the boy in awe, she followed suit and eyed him critically.

Watching as he was swarmed by children who had already gone through their assessment and had their jobs revealed, and some who hadn't, and saw from the small, almost hidden smirk that he had.

Now then, what would you normally think of a black haired, orphaned, loner child who likes to think highly of himself and somehow landing the Job of Hero revealed to him by the Goddess?

While everyone seems to think of him as, well, the Hero that he apparently was, she could only feel like he was going to be a pain.

The assessment continued, with her friends being granted classes that they all wanted one after another.

Until finally, "Brad Barrian, your Job is… Swordsman!" The priest declared as the words seemed to manifest on the crystal orb, and the red haired boy hollered as he raised his hand in cheer.

"Alright! I'm going to be the greatest Swordsman in the world!" He declared loudly as he then turned away from the man and ran towards their friends, who were currently surrounding that black haired boy who had been declared as the Hero. With them having spent the last handful of minutes trying to convince the boy to join them on their adventuring party.

She'd honestly preferred if they didn't, the boy seemed to be more problematic than he's worth. And if her suspicions were correct, then he might actually be a reincarnator.

Or that may just be her paranoia, but she doesn't really feel that her 'kids' would be safe with him around. With the Hero being both a Job and a title that he would undoubtedly thrown around, he was going to be a walking trouble magnet.

"-ey! Chris! It's your turn!" Her inner musing was broken as she heard Lark call out to her, and saw that Father Simon was indeed looking at her direction with a small smile as she was now the one at the first of the line.

"Ah! Yes!" She hurriedly said as she jogged towards the podium, the old priest nodding his head as he placed both of his hands towards the clear crystal orb in front of him, and began to focus as an amalgamation of colours erupted from the crystal.

"Christina Melody, your job is..." And as the crystal ball in the man's hand shone, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Because though she would still be an adventurer no matter what, this revelation would no doubt be the basis on people's perception of her.

And wasn't that a sobering thought. This amount of thought and she hasn't even gone through this life's equivalent of puberty yet.

"Bard." The man said with an even tone, once more snapping her out of her thoughts that she had sidestepped in panic, and saw the stone faced face that the man had.

Then the words actually went through her brain as she processed them. "Bard?" She spoke out as she looked down towards the orb in front of her, and found the mirrored words shining on the crystal ball.

And soon heard the whispers and saw the looks that people were giving her. And as the priest waved her down off the platform with a look of indifference, she couldn't help but think that this Job that was granted towards her was one that was just filled with problems.

"I'm sorry what?" She gaped at her Master, who in turn was looking at her dead in the eye with a serious stare.

"Figures that you never really heard of it. You're too focused on learning about magic than to actually listen to stories." The elderly woman scoffed as she smacked her on the head with her cane, eliciting a yelp as she held her head.

"Youch! Ugh, but I mean, it can't be that bad right, master?" She grumbled as she nursed the bruise that would undoubtedly disappear in just a minute or two. Master wasn't even holding back, even the children of this world seemed to be far more resilient compared to the ones in her life before.

Well it's either that, or the magical training that she's been doing to strengthen herself. Either or, it could even be both.

The elderly woman eyed her from the corner of her eyes before letting out a sigh as she tended to the many bottles of herbs and liquids in her cabinet. "The stories of heroes and adventurers are spread far and wide, and for the most part those stories are spread far by Bards. But the Bards themselves…"

Her elderly master in the magical arts let out a sigh as she continued. "While most of the well known Bards are men, they are more infamous than famous. For a good reason."

She already had a bad feeling about this, but asked further. "And that's because…?"

Yet again, the old lady sighed as she then turned towards her. "That's because they're Bards, child. Those men would use their songs and charms to woo women and the occasional men to bed with them."

Ah. "Oh." She let out as her eyes then looked down, only finally now remembering the typical description of a Bard of fantasy in her old world. One that was, apparently, shared with this world as well. That being the stereotypical horny seducers that would charm anything and everything.

"Finally understood that did you girl." The old crone spoke with a huff, turning back towards her cabinet. "Now scram. I've already taught you everything that I know about magic. But if you don't have anything to do, then get me some Kusu Grass and some Parliss Herbs. We're running low on them."

She glared at the back of the woman's head, of course concealed by her robe, and let out a sigh as she leapt from her wooden stool. "Fine. jeez, you're a slave driver you know master?" She grumbled while she walked and slung the backpack made of wood and straw on her back.

"Idiot. As if people would have slaves in this village." She snorted. "Hurry up and scram already, I've got work to do." The old crone croaked, shooing her away with a hand while the other moved from bottles to bottles.

"Jeez, you know there are better ways to cheer someone up you old crone." She grumbled as she left the apothecary, making her way to the edge of the village and barely reaching towards the forest where the grass and herbs that her master wanted her to get would be.

But of course, she passes a bunch of children playing with one another in the village, and she saw her four friends and the other children of the village now playing, training they would say, with their new friend.

The Hero Hallow who was playing, what else, heroes and monsters as he swung the wooden sword in his hands and commanded the others to follow suit with their own wooden weapons.

Brad, being the Swordsman that he was, charged in with a loud battle cry as he swung his own wooden sword willy nilly. Lark followed suit behind him with a wooden spear that he swung with the skill of a child that proclaimed himself as the greatest Spearman.

And while both faced against other children who were using equally wooden weapons, Maria and Louise stayed behind, both having received Jobs that left them as rearguards. With the blonde haired religious girl becoming a priestess, and the shy purple haired girl getting the Job that she had wanted, magician.

It was unfortunate then, that being in the back left them with the black haired Hallow, who was enjoying both of the girls who clung to him ever since his role in the world was revealed. The Hero keen on not 'dirtying his hands' as he himself would say, and left the vanguard to his two new friends.

They'd invited her to play, of course, even if her class wasn't what they and herself wanted it to be, they were still friends. But since she wanted to know the strange looks that the adults were giving her, she gave off an excuse of her master wanting help with something, which she apparently does, and went off.

For a brief moment, her and Hallow's eyes met. And his black eyes curled and smirked. Before waving back to the others and continuing playing.

Her eyes twitched, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh as she hefted the backpack and continued off. Taking her mind off of the brief interaction and everything else by gathering grass and herbs. Not forgetting to separate which was which of course, master already scolded her one too many times about that.

Halfway through the gathering, she decided to take a break. Just laying in the grass as she watched the clouds pass by. Sighing as she stretched a hand outwards, towards the vast blue sky.

"This world is vast." She said to herself. "There's so many things to see here, so many things to do." It was, after all, a world of swords and magic. Of monsters and adventurers. Even though she was barely at the edge of the forest, with the village guards still in sight in case anything ever happened, she could barely hear the rustling of leaves, of creatures that lurk in the hidden darkness of the forest.

"But I can only see those if I get out of this village." And at that her hand lowered back to meet the grass below just like the rest of her body. "I've been learning magic to not worry mom and dad since I said I wanted to be an adventurer like the others. But since my job isn't exactly a combat one… will they even let me go?"

She could probably live here forever as just Village Girl A honestly, probably not settling down with someone though, her sexuality is still up in the air after the whole reincarnation thing. But no doubt that was most definitely something that her parents were going to argue when she got back.

"Was all of my effort… mean nothing to you? Goddess Sophia?" She whispered, words lost in the winds and rustle of grass. Chuckling to herself, she even deigned to continue her one sided conversation. "After all, you didn't even deign to grace me with your presence on my arrival. So I guess that means that I really don't matter to you from the start does it?"

So she kept laying down in the grass. Watching as the sun up high reached its peak, as the cloud went by along with the wind, as birds and similar flying creatures flew along the blue sky.

"If I'm going to end up being a bard." She began as she looked up towards the clear sky with a glare. "Then I might as well be the most badass bard that anyone has ever seen."

And what's more kickass than the image of bards that shoot lasers and punch gods with the power of songs and friendship. Clearly, she has many great role models to follow.

Her name might not be the same, but it was similar enough. She'll have put in more effort on fire magic more than other branches of magic. How else was she supposed to make bright crimson beams of death after all?