Chapter 7: [7] Rerolls! Rerolls! Rerolls!
The wheel slowed, then stopped with a satisfying click. Five cards materialized in the air before Xavier, hovering at eye level. Three glowed with a dull bronze light, one shimmered silver, and the fifth—the fifth crackled with electric pink lightning that snapped and hissed across its surface.
"Ooh! You got a UR!" Calypso squealed. "That's insanely rare for a first pull!"
Xavier studied the cards, suspicious. "So what now? How do I find out what these actually are?"
"Just touch them, silly!" Calypso floated closer, her silver hair defying gravity as she leaned toward the cards. "They'll flip when you touch them. Start with whichever one you want."
Xavier's gaze lingered on the pink lightning card. Something that excited made him nervous. In his experience, things that glittered often concealed poison.
"Might as well see the baseline," he muttered, reaching for one of the bronze cards.
His fingers brushed against it. The card flipped with a soft whoosh, revealing an image of a man with a sword, surrounded by glowing blue energy. Beneath it, text appeared:
[N-RANK ABILITY: BASIC SWORDSMANSHIP]
You possess fundamental knowledge of sword techniques. Your muscle memory allows for competent defense and attack with bladed weapons. Nothing special, but better than stabbing yourself.
Xavier snorted. "Not exactly impressive."
"Well, duh. It's an N-rank," Calypso rolled her eyes, floating upside down now. "What did you expect, the power to cut mountains in half?"