In modern-day Germany, there was a man who had always loved programming ever since he had come across its term when he was 5 years old. When he went to school a year after, he was regarded as an outcast because of his unique hobby. No one dared get close to him except for someone named Ansgar Wegener, someone who had always loved games. They both had each other to rely on because they had no other friends as well as having unsupportive parents. Fifteen years prior, there was a man walking the crowded snowy streets of Germany, everyone was wearing mittens, scarfs, and jackets, including him too. In contrast to how much he was under wraps, he shivers and mutters for it being so cold out in the open while glancing at the buildings as he passes by. The man is carrying bottles of wine and other alcoholic beverages in which his parents would get drowned over. With him, as an addition, bags of potato chips that are all neatly wrapped. What kind of life am I living? Why didn't I get a job?

"Phize, Are you feeling okay?" she asks out of concern. "Yeah, mommy," he answered half-baked. "Are you bored?" she worriedly asks. "Oh! No, not at all. I'm just spacing out," replies in an act to remove such worries. "Really now? Don't be shy to ask mommy to stop if you aren't interested 'kay?" She pats Phize on the head. "Now, let's get back to where we left off. You understand how to perform water magic? Or do you want me to chant it again?" "No need, mom." He focuses on the garden. "With the spirits' guidance, spread in and out at such little amounts..." He inhales deeply. With a deep exhale he shouts, "WATER!" Sprinkles of water come out of his hand and a magic circle forms around it, but it seems to be wavering. He is overjoyed with the results. "MOMMY! I DID IT!" "I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUU!" Not long, the magic circle goes unstable and the sprinkles of w

Phize wakes up to see a room that doesn't resemble his house. He is lying on a bed. "Huh?" He notices his mother sleeping on his knees. He tries to move but he notices that his arm is in a cast. "Ow... Ow. Ow..." He taps his mom to wake her up. "Mom, what happened?" "Don't wake her up yet. Let her have some rest. She got a pretty bad injury," Vhint responds near a door. Vhint wrapped cloth in his left knee and is now sitting on a chair nearby the bed. "Daddy, what happened to you?" He releases some tears. "Phize... I'm so glad..." he cries, "that you're safe. I'm a bad father, I wasn't able to save you immediately. If only, I was stronger... Son, can you forgive me for being too weak? Phize is utter shock, "E-EH? NO NEED FATHER! I'M PRETTY SURE YOU DID YOUR BEST!" "WAAAAAAH! MY SON IS AN ANGEL! LET ME HUG YOU!" He tries to stand up but struggles due to his injury.<

"Here I am." Phize is inside the building. The school is immediately filled with students with the same uniform. "For a medieval-themed world, this school seems pretty modern, not as modern as those we have but it somehow has a unique fashion to it," he thought. A teacher near the door shouts. "EVERYONE! FOLLOW ME TO THE AUDITORIUM!" she said. Everyone falls in line and goes inside the auditorium. "They are pretty well-trained for 5-year olds," he thought. Phize goes down and tries to sit down on an empty seat in the middle group of chairs, around the 3rd row and 5th column. He sees a guy sitting to the left of the seat. "Is this seat taken?" he asks. "Hm? Oh, no it isn't," the guy earnestly responded. He tries to sit but the guy suddenly whispered something. "Conjure spikes..." He pauses in thought because he was suspicious of him and decided to change seats instead.

"Uh, I got it back when I was a child," Phize hesitantly answered."Should I tell her? I don't think I should," he questions his train of thought.She grabs his right arm and begins observing it."These look like a bite..." she says without any sense of personal space."Um, who are you?""Oh, me? My name is Pallitra Strata, what's your name?""My name is Phize Gratham Drestil.""Woah! That's such a lengthy name," she says exasperating him instead."I know..." he thought."Nice to meet you then! I look forward to spending this year with you!""What a happy-go-lucky girl. Hold up, MY CHANCE!" he thought, snapping him back to his senses."U-U-Um, c-can you be my first friend?""Hm? What do you mean? We were always friends, weren't we?""Huh? Isn't she too angelic? LIKE WAY TOO ANGELIC?" he thought."Um...""Oh, I gotta finish my lunch first!""You haven't finished your lunch?