The Depressed Extra of The Academy

"Get all A's in school, alright?"

"You're going to need a good GPA to get into law school. Don't waste your youth like those other kids."

"Study hard so you can provide for us when we're old, alright? Don't forget about your mother."

My mother was about to say a couple more things, but she was cut short as the light of the morning shined on me.

'Just a dream. All of that life I simply did what I was told without saying anything in retaliation.'

I remember when I was a kid. Every time I stepped out of line, I still remembered that look she gave me. That look of utter disappointment.

My father had left before I could remember. I was all she had left and I was all her hopes. 

"God damn it."

I softly muttered while rubbing my eyes.

I walked towards the bathroom to wash off my face. 

'Thinking about it, I haven't even seen what the bathroom looked like. I should properly shower too, especially after last night.'

I splashed water on my face and looked deep into the mirror. It was the first time I could really see myself up close. 

Those dead eyes mirrored the ones I had in my past life. The same hair color and eyes as my new family, but unlike their eye's mine's had lost their shine. 

'I wonder if the past Sen had that same radiant look.'

While I was undeniably handsome. I had a tired aura around me. I looked at myself for a couple more moments before I attempted something I could never do in my past life. 

I tried to smile. 

Keyword "try" I looked like a madman trying to smile. 

'I guess it has to come naturally. Maybe I should ask one of the maids to tell me a joke.'

I hopped into the shower and then after got ready for the day. I put on another pair of relatively basic clothes.

Then I met back up with my family for breakfast.

We had relatively light small talk. I tried my best to act like well what I think Sen would act like. 

Though I couldn't shake off the feeling that I didn't belong at this table. 

***

'I wonder where the training grounds are. Maybe I should ask a maid, they'll probably know.'

I went up to a nearby maid that I saw.

"Yes, Young Master."

"Uh, could you take to me to the training grounds?"

I could feel my face somewhat heating up.

'Why am I nervous to talk to a maid of all things?'

"Alright follow me then, Young Master."

The maid showed no signs of worry and quickly led me to the training grounds. 

A big white room came into view. It was just one of the many rooms in the training ground. There were a couple of dummies and practice weapons across the walls.

'This training ground is bigger than a house. I guess I have it lucky being born with a golden spoon. Man, life is really unfair, huh.'

Then a sudden realization came into my mind...

I had forgotten to ask the maid to tell me a joke. 

'Next time, I'll definitely ask.'

I set up one of the dummies after clicking random spots on it for around 3 minutes.

'Seriously they need instructions for these types of things.'

I picked up a practice sword and adopted the form of the first art. 

I raised my sword above my head, and thousands of petals surrounded my blade as I slashed at the dummy making an arc of petals in my wake. 

I was expecting to hit something, but

the dummy had dodged my attack.

'Huh? What type of bullshit is this.'

Now the dummy was rushing at me to counterattack. 

'I thought this was just a regular dummy!'

I blocked the dummy's fist with my blade as I whipped my sword around and prepared for a counterattack. 

Thought I was too slow as the dummy easily dodged and hit me in the side. 

I immediately went on the defensive as the dummy stepped back. 

'Am I seriously losing to a dummy?'

I had realized I was incredibly weak. 

Weak to the point that this dummy was beating me. 

The dummy lunged at me again, I deflected it with my sword and swung back down at him using my art.

He tried to jump back though the sword never reached him the petals did. 

I immediately took my chance and slashed across its chest. 

"Hah... hhah..."

I was out of breath from fighting one singular dummy. 

I sat against the wall for a few moments rethinking my life decisions.

'Damn, am I weak. I really need to get stronger or else I'm done for.'

I brushed my hands against my face and slowly got up.

I turned back on the dummy and began round two.

'This time I don't want to rely on my art.'

I tightly gripped my sword and held it in a stance similar to my art's, but no petals appeared. 

I let out a sharp long breath before making the first move. 

'Alright then, it's time to get stronger.'