Trained for one uninterrupted hour. Awarded 5 xp
Jon stared at the scroll in front of him as he swung his sword. This blue scroll appeared a week ago when they were training. He had spoken about it with the maester, his father, even some of the servants but no one had an answer for him. They thought he was seeing things, maybe he was but still, the 'xp' (whatever that was), was slowly building up, "Status"
Jon Snow/??? ???
Level: 0(95/100)
Chakra: 0/0
Jutsu:
If he had to guess, the 'level' was raised through earning 'xp'. What would happen if he raised his level or what chakra was though, he didn't know and what was up with those question marks? None of it made any sense. He earned xp through a few ways, physical training and studying were the biggest contributors. He had also earned 5 xp when he lost in a mock spar with the master at arms. He shook his head, he would know what happened if he reached 100 xp soon enough, just another hour of physical training and he would have some answers. He swung his sword, sweat pearling at his brows as he swung. Robb was right next to him, doing the same.
"Okay, that is enough for today, go to maester Luwin for your studies", Rodrik Cassel, the master at arms, told them.
Robb groaned but Jon just nodded. He had learned long ago that complaining got him nowhere and now he was gaining xp for learning too, so he placed his blunt training sword on the weapons rack and walked over to the maester's tower. Maester Luwin was a small, frail looking man, with grey eyes and thinning hair. Around his neck was his maester's chain, two dozen heavy chain links made of varying metals. He wore grey robes, in which sleeves, he seemed to hide a myriad of different trinkets, candies for the young children, writing materials and so on.
"Today, we will revise the houses of the north, starting with the boltons, can you tell me the Boltons' sigil and words?"
Robb was avoiding the old man's gaze, clearly not interested in any of this, so, Jon answered, "The flayed man as the sigil and their words are Our blades are sharp"
"well done, Jon, what about the…"
Time passed painfully slow but, after an hour, he saw the scroll again.
Learned for one uninterrupted hour. Awarded 5 xp
Xp threshold reached! Level up is available upon sleep
So xp was the key to reaching the next level… but what did it mean? What would happen once he leveled up? Soon, the lessons came to an end and before he knew it, he was going to sleep too, "Let's see what this entails"
He closed his eyes and slowly drifted into sleep.
In his dreams, he found himself watching a group of children, no older than Arya, being taught in a big room with wooden desks. He was one of these children. The teacher, a young looking man with a scar over his nose spoke, quiet but firm, "Now, the transformation jutsu is one of the easiest jutsu to use, one of the academy three. It's seals are Dog -> Boar -> Ram"
He did some weird hand signs and suddenly, he was no longer himself but an old man in white robes with a ridiculous hat. Jon, in the dream, followed suit, replicating the signs and suddenly, his viewpoint was higher. Looking down at his hands, they were old and wrinkly.
Then, the dream ended and Jon woke up in his bed. Memories of how to use this 'jutsu' were pouring into his brain, along with theory about this mystical energy called chakra. It was as if he had always known it and sure enough, he could feel that same energy within his body. Hesitantly, he performed the hand signs whilst thinking about his father and, suddenly, he was taller. His shoulders were broader, his arms more muscular. Looking in the brass mirror to his right, it was true, he was his father, "Wow"
Even his voice was like Eddard Stark's, the lord of winterfell. These scrolls… they were a gift from the old gods, he was sure. Magic was supposed to be dead, that is what all the adults around him claimed, even the so well learned maester but this wasn't magic, was it? He performed no sacrifices to attain this power, no, this wasn't magic, it was chakra. The memories he gained explained it as a fusion of the physical and mental energies. It was a force that came from within instead of outside. He cancelled the chakra flow through his body and the illusion fell, he was Jon once more.
"Status?"
Jon Snow/??? ???
Level: 1(0/100)
Chakra: 42/50
Jutsu:
Transformation jutsu(E rank)
Yeah, there it was, the transformation jutsu… If this was what he got for reaching level one… what marvelous abilities could he gain if he leveled up more. There had to be other jutsu that this scroll could teach him… he could become something greater than just a bastard with this. He could climb the social ladder. Maybe he could even become a lord someday. He didn't want winterfell, Robb could have that. Jon didn't want to steal it from him, like Catelyn often claimed, no, he would forge his own path!
Looking at the scroll, the chakra was slowly refilling as he stood there, contemplating. From his new memories, he knew that chakra control was something to concern yourself with. If properly learned, you could walk up walls or on the water, though his new memories didn't tell him the training methods for those, that was likely something he would learn more about as he leveled up. For now, he dressed himself and went down to break his fast, he was starving. He had to train more, that was how he earned xp and with more xp, he got more levels and with more levels, he got more jutsu as well as chakra.