I've Turned Into A Fox Girl?

Shaman made it back to the city with a rather grim look. The same guard was still on his shift and let Shaman through without any issues.

*

"Tch." The salesperson that ran the stall selling maps looked annoyed when spotting Shaman.

'Seems like my clients underestimated her.' The salesperson then started to pack up his things.

*

Shaman then made her way back to her supposed apartment and started looking around for some bandages. After finding some in the bathroom she patched up her wounds and made her way back to the bedroom. Laying down on the floor Shaman reflected on what had happened today still shaken up by the murder.

*Sigh* 'Today has been a day, I wish I was back at home, so I wouldn't have to deal with this.' Shaman curled into a ball and hugged her tail for some comfort.

'Wait, how did I remember the way back? I never went down those roads before, it almost seemed natural to walk here. Do I have some subconscious memories that were given to me?' Shaman had been in a bit of a daze while walking home and it had only occurred to her that she made it back without getting lost.

Shaman then tried to resurface memories that may not be hers and just as she hoped memories that weren't hers appeared in her head.

'Huh, I see I have memories of someone else but it's like a separate space in my head, all of the memories are foggy while some are clear as day. Is this why I knew the way home and why the katana felt so natural to use.' Things were starting to make sense to Shaman as she had a constant feeling of familiarity.

'Seeing as I have memories of what seems to be the previous owner of the body, I should have a look to see if there is any common knowledge as I doubt the system will give me a run down.'

[Hehe]

'Oi.' Shaman pouted and glared at the system message that appeared in front of her.

'This damn system, anyway I should go down memory lane and try to figure out some things.' Shaman then shut her eyes and found herself in a foggy space where there were rows of panels containing memories that weren't hers. Shaman found it hard to comprehend the phenomenon but assumed it was the system helping her be able to see the memories.

Shaman moved forward and looked at all the different memories that were not shrouded in a fog.

*

Shaman sifted through different pieces of information and found that she did not have many memories that showed the past of the previous owner.

'Looks like I might need to do something to access them.' Shaman assumed that the fog was a temporary thing and would slowly become clearer the more she learnt about the world.

'Okay so far I know I live in a major starting city called Victoria which is a part of the kingdom of Elysium.' Shaman found key pieces of information which would help her know where she is in the world.

'Seems like there are four kingdoms which are ruled by 4 different races. We have the Demon lands which is the most secretive and mainly keep to themselves. Then we have Elfheim which is ruled by Elves who seems to be multicultural and is on good terms with the kingdom of Elysium and the Fox Realm. Lastly, We have the Fox Realm which is where I must come from most likely, but I don't seem to have any memories of ever being there. The Fox Realm like to run independently but they are willing to cooperate however, they don't allow anyone other than half-beast people to live there.' Shaman continued to browse through the memories to find more important pieces of information.

'Oh, It seems like the Fox Realm also have a royal family that is on its last legs and is going to pass on an heir to the throne.' Shaman processed the information and her imagination started to wander a bit.

'Let's hope I'm not some hidden hair of a queen and I was sent away due to some unforeseen circumstances.' Shaman imagined that she was possibly the heir to the throne, but seeing her current situation, it was rather unlikely.

***

< Somewhere underground in a candlelit room>

*Bang* A man slammed his fist on a desk with his veins slightly popping out of his head.

"How the hell does a small fox girl kill an assassin and return untouched!!!"

"Sir I believe we may have underestimated her and the assassin was caught off guard allowing her to kill him. We were also unable to gauge her strength beforehand so it ended up being a shot in the dark." A man in dark robes bowed while giving his report on the situation.

"Bullshit, why do I bother to hire incompetent fools who can't even take their job seriously." The man stood up and gestured to the skinny-robed man to quickly leave.

"Tch, we will just have to leave her for now, let's just hope that she doesn't realise she is being targeted and jumps cities. Better avoid sending anyone to her otherwise the plan will be ruined."

***

<Back in Shaman's apartment>

After checking through some more of the memories, Shaman decided to check on her stats.

[Level: 6]

[Exp: 45/225]

[HP: 100/100]

[MP: 150/150]

[Skills: Inspect lvl 1, sword dash lvl 1, Slash lvl 1]

[Passive Skills: Light regeneration]

[Attributes]

Unspent points: 15

Vitality: 10

Agility: 16 + 1

Intelligence: 15

Strength: 13

Dexterity: 8

Defense: 8

'oh? Light regeneration?' Shaman quickly took off the bandage on her arm to find it fully healed without leaving a scar.

'This is an amazing skill to have although judging from the name I should not be going into fights recklessly and get my limbs cut off.' Shaman awkwardly chuckled at that thought and looked at the skill slash.

[Slash lvl 1]

[Consumes 5 MP and imbues the next attack with magic]

[Compatible with any element]

'Oh hell yeah I can do sick fire sword slashes but I guess the question is how do I use magic? does the system do it for me and can I command it? I need to test this when I head out next, don't want to flood my room or set it ablaze by accident.' Shaman smiled as she had always wished she could use magic and now that it was becoming a reality, she couldn't help feeling excited.

Shaman then allocated the 15 unspent points.

Vitality: 10 -> 15

Agility: 16 -> 20 + 1

Intelligence: 15 -> 18

Strength: 13 -> 15

Dexterity: 8 -> 9

Defense: 8

[HP: 150/150]

[MP: 180/180]

A cooling sensation flowed through her body and her head felt clearer. After the feeling washed away Shaman noticed that some of the memories were clearer.

'Huh? seems like my intelligence stat is linked to the memories.' Shaman quickly took a look at some of the memories that had become less foggy. Looking into the pannel Shaman saw what resembled sword training.

'That must be why I was able to efficiently kill the wolves and have such a keen sixth sense, I must have undergone some training and am currently relying on muscle memory.' Shaman was understanding more of her circumstances and was grateful that she possessed this body.

'At least now I don't have to go through a training arc for years to perfect the way of the sword since it has already been done for me.' Although she probably needed more training, Shaman had a major head start.

Once she was done looking through the memory, Shaman wanted to go wash up as she had not cleaned herself ever since she got home.

Shaman also found by looking through the memories she was able to locate things in the apartment much easier. However, she found in her memories a special black box but something inside her was telling her not to open it or take it out. Shaman under other circumstances would have opened it anyway, but assuming it was something important wanted to wait if there was a memory of why the black box seemed important.

Shaman after washing up decided to go to bed. Changing into her nightwear, Shaman got comfortable and despite it being the afternoon she felt extremely tired. Shutting her eyes, Shaman slowly drifted off.

***

<In the dream world>

"You have to leave now Shaman, you must leave before you get trapped here."

A slightly younger teary-eyed Shaman was looking up at someone who seems to be her mother.

"But I don't want to leave you and dad alone. I want to fight with you. What do you think I have been training for?" Shaman protested against her mother while latching onto her.

"No, you are not strong enough and I need you to run away to get stronger so you can come back and save us." Shaman's mother explained to her in a soft voice and pulled her in front of her while pulling out a black box.

"Until you are able to beat a tier 10 and only then you can open this box and it will guide you back home, Now please go." Her mother broke out into tears as she pushed Shaman into what looked like a portal.

"Wait moth-" Shaman cried out to mother, but was cut off as she was teleported away.

"Please be careful my child." Her mother walked off crying after seeing her child off.

***

"MOTHER!!" Shaman suddenly woke up in cold sweat and was heavily breathing.

'Seems like the trauma of the previous owner are here to haunt me as well.' Shaman looked out the window and notices it's the middle of the night. Wanting to go back to sleep Shaman attempted to go back to sleep hoping that there are no more nightmares awaiting her.