Master Of None

"Do you know how few people actually ask me that? I rarely get asked anything to be instant. I'm pretty sure everyone in the guild is terrified of me." Barry looked a little hurt by this but also fairly amused. 

Walker on the other hand perfectly understood that there were many reasons why Barry would be the person to avoid. He was known as the berserker which meant that he would give his mind away for strength in skills and battle. He was often sent to deal with powerful monsters or hoards like the horned rabbis and he would succeed without many injuries if any. Not to mention, the look on his face when he battled made it seem that he was a monster in human skin. 

"I have no idea why they would think that. It would be way more beneficial to befriend someone with powerful skills and levels." Walker was trying to make sure Barry was happier rather than down. Even if Barry was just messing with him or didn't mind he wanted to make sure someone said it. 

"Of course you don't," Barry smirked even more than before since he found it even funnier that Walker was trying so hard to get Barry to tell him his level. 

The two stood in silence only for a moment before Barry spoke up, "I know you were told I was part of the military before I left to join the adventurers guild. I left after being stationed at the borders for some time. I can't say it was enjoyable. Due to my system, I was thrown right in front of any demon that attempted to rampage or any group of monsters." Walker could understand why Barry would leave the army as soon as the required time period was up after he had joined. 

There were many people that would join the military and attempt to rise in the ranks. Often times, they would become stuck trying to surpass those that went to the military academy. It was normally a monetary benefit of the merchants or rich nobles. However, there was a chance for promising youths to join without any fees. There were many scouting teams that would visit guards and sometimes children who unlocked vital systems to the army.

"I'd say I spent about two years straight just fighting around the plains and finding towns or taverns to drink until I passed out. But due to all of that, I received the drunken brawler skill and managed to get in to a fight with a certain white Ibis, hero who defeated countless undead." Barry looked back on it with a smile. He had not told this story for a long time…

"You bastard! You spilled my mead! That cost me.. Something… just get on your knees and buy me ten more!" The entire tavern shook their heads watching the young man in his torn and dirtied military uniform pick another fight. This was the sixth time that very night. 

"I spilled your drink? And if I was to say that you stumbled in to me, what would you reply?" The wise man approaching the pique of his adulthood was aged and weathered by countless battles but was clean in white robes nonetheless. He had eyes that told everyone that interfering would be worthless. 

"Ha! Like a welp like you could be enough to block my path." Barry attempted to stumble forward and found that he had to grip a nearby stool to stay standing. "You use some skill to mess with me. You wanna go? Outside! Now!" Barry challenged the older man he was sure to beat. He was in his prime while the older man was starting to pass his pique and could be brought down. 

"This is what I get for stopping just anywhere. I wonder what I should summon to deal with this?" Ibis just talked to himself as he followed the stumbling Barry outside. 

When the two reached the front of the tavern Bary roared and started to charge. He didn't waste his time with rules. He just fought like always. 

Ibis shook his head. "You know, I do find you familiar. Just like a certain rising soldier that suddenly gave up and disappeared after the end of their contract." Ibis had not chosen this tavern in vain. He had stopped there hoping to find a certain berserker that had made waves then disappeared. 

"Shove it!" The growl of Barry's voice was discerning but before his first could touch Ibis a white mass appeared and blocked the hit. 

"My summon has a decent defense. The white striped emu is a very tough and heavy light elemental bord from..well, I don't know where I summon it from yet. But it's worth the mana I pay to have it here as a partner." The white striped emu that had blocked the attack also caused Barry to fall backward. It proceeded to kick out and push Barry even further. It may be too big and heavy to fly but it can hit hard too. Want to make a bet?" 

Ibis was sneaky and smirking. He was sure that Barry would accept. "Bring it on. If I win you have to buy me a full barrel of hiney mead!" 

"And if I win you come and work as my right hand at the adventurer's guild. It would be a lot of work. But you wouldn't have much choice." Ibis nodded at the white striped emu and it rushed in. Barry had been too drunk and the next morning woke up with a letter containing the details of his new position…

"Yeah, it was a pretty strange way to get a new job but it really brought me a reason to live again. That bastard put me through the wringer at first but back then I was level fifty three. Now? Well, now I have worked my way up to seventy two. I think I am the third highest in the kingdom now." Barry smirked and walked right to the king.

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