"Where am I?!" I laugh as I watch Powder roll around on the ground in a panic, his voice cracking with confusion. Then his eyes land on .
"Quill? What the—? What in the world happened to you? And why are we outside? Huh? And my first place—you stole it! Give back my dal!"
He doesn’t even care about my white hair anymore... or the massive red light still jutting out of my chest. Have I always looked so weird to people that they just accept this kind of thing without question?
A strange feeling stirs in my chest.
"Calm down, and wake up already... Hahaha!" I shake Powder by the shoulders, and finally, a bit of light returns to his eyes. That damn sandal might’ve hit harder than I thought... It’s huge, actually.
"What in the burning pumpkin is wrong with your body, Quill? I swear, if you turned into a ghost without , I’m slapping you back to life!"
Typical Powder. I grin at him wide.
"Don’t worry, I didn’t die. But let’s just say... I might’ve gotten stuck by sothing. Which, uh... It’s kind of a long story."
Let’s see how easy it is to trick soone not from the main plotline... If this doesn’t work, then...
"Without ? Are you kidding? We’ve been bros for all eternity."
"Fourteen years... but yeah, it does feel like an eternity, huh?" I sigh and reach out a hand to him. "Get up, you old fool."
"Hey, I’m only fourteen and haven’t even had a girlfriend yet. How dare you call old?"
"The only girl who’d ever look your way is your cow." I laugh. My friend’s actually handso, but his self-confidence is at rock bottom. Still, as his best friend, I can’t just tell him the truth. That he could pull any girl he wanted, if he only tried.
"Says the one who lives with his beautiful stepsister... Who knows what kind of things the two of you are doing there all alone... AHHH! I’m so jealous of you, Quill! If only I had a little self-confidence like you..."
Confidence, huh...?
Wait.
"What kind of things do you imagine and my sister doing?!" I raise my voice, equal parts annoyed and on the verge of laughing. "You better keep your damn fantasies to yourself, Powder, or I swear I’ll shove my sandal into your mouth!"
This idiot... For real...
"I’m just saying..." He raises his hands in surrender, but there’s that naughty smirk on his face again. I swear it’s not what he thinks...
He grabs my arm, and I pull him up from the ground. Powder brushes the dust off himself, then imdiately starts inspecting like I’m so kind of rare treasure.
"So, what is this exactly? And why are you carrying a quill with you? Isn’t that kind of ironic? Quill carrying a quill." He chuckles at his own joke.
"Is that the best you can co up with? And piss off, dude. You’re creepy..." I shove him lightly, trying to keep it playful, but still feeling weirded out. Even with how close we are, having him examine up close like this isn’t exactly comfortable.
"Hmm? What’s this thing in your chest? Your whole body’s changed... You’ve got more muscle, your skin’s paler, your hair’s white, your eyes are red... And there’s this weird aura around you... Like..." He trails off, his smirk fading.
He looks into my eyes, dead serious. "You always said that if you ever beca a hero, you’d tell . Is that why you ca to see in the middle of the night? Did our childhood dream finally co true?!"
I see the excitent blooming in his eyes, and I don’t want to lie to him. But right now... I can’t tell him the truth.
"...Yeah. I beca the hero. At least, I think I did?"
My eyes shift to the ground for a second. I don’t know if he caught it, or maybe he’s just too excited right now to notice the lie...
"Brother!" He grabs my shoulders with both hands. "This is amazing! You and —we could be the strongest hero party in the world! Imagine all the adventures we’d go on, how many beauties we could conquer... Life is finally looking bright! My best friend is a hero! Hell yes!"
I feel stunned. I never, not even once, expected him to react like this. I thought maybe he’d be a little jealous or upset, but he... This idiot. He has no powers, no confidence... what hero party could he possibly be in? But still... he’s my best friend. So let rewrite his fate.
Please... work. If I’m truly the author now, I want to write my own story...
"Can you look away for a few minutes? I have a gift for you," I say, lips twitching slightly with fear that I’ll ss this up. I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been.
"A gift? For ? Bro..." He’s already tearing up, and I can hardly control the shaking in my hand. "Sure, just make it quick, I can’t wait!" He spins around and covers his eyes with his palms. "Co on! Faster!"
"Just wait a little longer..." I say cheerfully, doing my best to fake it.
My fingers move in the air, and I begin to write...
{Fate Rewrite: Powder shall wake up in the morning with his body blooming with mana that only heroes possess. His potential is endless. He shall no longer be a farr, but a warrior, a close-combat swordsman with swift agility and a natural talent for the sword path.}
Good... I think this suits him best. Now about his confidence... I think building it slowly is better, but at least it’ll grow each day instead of staying frozen in place.
{Rewrite the character: Confidence is now set to high potential. His self-esteem will increase a little every day.}
And one more thing... I don’t know if this is the right choice or not, but it might be the only way...
{Powder is now a character of a branch main plot—my plot.}
The mont I finish writing, golden light blooms from the quill and rushes into Powder—yet he doesn’t move, as if he didn’t feel a thing.
[Rewrite complete]
[The effect shall take place when the sun begins to rise]
I did it?! A wave of relief washes over ...
"SO!? WHEN!?" He’s growing impatient. I can’t just say there’s no gift... Umm... Oh—I know.
I use my quill to write in the air:
{Manifest a sword that grows with the user and has limitless potential and durability. It shall be Powder’s companion forever.}
[Please give the weapon a na]
The system window pops up in front of .
A na, huh... How about...
{Fate Breaker}
[Success]
Before my eyes, a sword begins to materialize. It looks fairly simple, but big and sharp. A golden hilt wraps around its base, decorated with intricate patterns, like sothing carved for royalty. Yet despite its elegance, it doesn’t feel too out of place for Powder at the start of his journey. If it doesn’t grow the way I imagined, I’ll adjust it later... But if I’m the author, it should beco a weapon of legends one day.
I pick up the sword and hold it out toward him.
"Turn around."
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