《War Maiden》


 Dying, Then Rincarnating Into A Better Life

    ¡°You have three options, 1, die a horrible death. 2, suck up BCT(1) and fight, barely contributing to the fight. And 3, where you make a contribution to the fight and win. Everyone has to choose one of those options, and you, Yuki Okami, are no different.¡±


    This quote takes me back


    A corpse thinks in the middle of her fallen comrades as if she was reminiscing about the past.


    ¡°S/Sgt. Jeffords(2) really put me through the wringer in BCT


    My first experience with a sergeant was horrifying, I wasn¡¯t even supposed to be in the military, but ai, it seems that none of that worrying mattered in the end, I met more comrades than I would have ever would if I just stayed in school, although I have experienced plenty of hardship, it¡¯s all worth it in the end.


    Maybe he is still at home, waiting for me to call him and tell him that we have won, I guess... He won¡¯t ever get that call.¡±


    A feeble laugh is heard in the deadly silent monastery, if anyone saw what the corpse looked like, they would get a frightening shock, the corpse has lost its left leg and arm, the corpses usually vivid red eyes, have lost their colour, the beautiful white hair dyed in the blood of the corpses enemies.


    It was a truly shocking scene


    It all started a little over 21 years ago, Ben Linden, a normal high school boy, died when war broke out between America and China, he lived in a coastal city when the war broke out, and because he lived near an American base, he was killed when the Chinese attacked the base.


    his father was strongly patriotic, he took out an HK 416, the semi-automatic kind for civilians. And went towards the fight between the two superpowers, Ben rushed out to stop his father, but was shot when he was seen siding with the Americans.


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    He couldn¡¯t live out a normal life, he couldn¡¯t marry a woman, live easy with a high paying job, Have a few kids perhaps.


    But no


    He has died


    From his point of view, dying seemed easier than living in a war-torn country like America, from what little he saw of the fight, he could tell the Chinese had a far superiorly trained army, America was being steamrolled. Despite having one of the strongest militaries in the world


    His last dying wish was to be a badass special forces agent, jumping out of explosions and saving women left right and centre. Living a double life as a salesman on the surface, and a special forces unit to clear unwanted dictators or something.


    And oh boy, did he get his wish alright


    So enough back-story, here is the story from the POV of the main character.


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    Sometimes I just wanna slug the hell outta that dumb father of mine


    Anyways, now that I have died, where the hell am I?


    Is this hell? heaven?


    I can¡¯t feel or see or use any of my senses


    Am I just gonna have to sit here and wait until something happens?


    Ugh


    So bored


    ¡°Shaddup! Im trying work something out!¡±


    What...


    So I can hear stuff


    Am I hearing things?


    ¡°Okay, numbnuts you¡¯re being noisy! Shut your trap or I will personally wipe your soul from existence!¡±


    Best to just shut up¡­


    A few hours later¡­..


    ¡°NUMBNUTS!! Wake up! You listening?¡±


    Yea yea what ya want?


    ¡°You¡¯re gonna reincarnate into a different world, and you¡¯re gonna lose a lot of memories, but that¡¯s fine, because you¡¯re going to recover them through experiences, you got any you wanna keep? Like say, a weird subject you know about?¡±


    Uhm yea, guns


    ¡°Guns? Humans are weird, yea sure why not, have fun, if you die you¡¯re gonna just met me again¡±


    I guess there are scammers in the afterlife as well¡­


    ¡°Scammer, you say? Fuck you, im making you a girl now, go suffer you moron¡±


    Huh? I feel weird.


    Who even are you?


    ¡°Me? Im Telos, you will know the significance soon enough, you are being born into a world similar to Japanese manga isekai worlds, now that I think about it, how did they figure out a world similar to our worlds?¡±


    ¡°You are going to be born in a world similar to the modern world you used to inhabit, but there will be different clans of beast tribes, think Neko girls and the like, now then, you will learn the rest on the ground, have a nice trip¡±


    But i-


    After that, my journey began,

 Begin, A child living their life

    It¡¯s dark


    That¡¯s the first thing I thought of when I was ¡°teleported¡± to another world, all I could really do was just sit and listen for stuff, out of my better judgement, I¡¯d say I was born, it wasn¡¯t for a few weeks until I fully opened my eyes and looked around me.


    Wow, what vibrant colours, I thought


    This world is really like no other, mainly because of the fact that literally almost everyone I have to say was humanoid beings with fluffy ears and tails, let me explain,


    From what I have seen, it seems I''m part of a beast clan, particularly, the white wolf clan.


    I am called Yuki Okami, or ¡°snow wolf¡±(1) it seems my family in the white wolf tribe have names of Japanese descent, everyone else has different names and such


    My father died while hunting after I was born, they were going to celebrate my being born it seemed, so im just with my mother and other extended family.


    This world is strangely similar to my old world, except for the fact that the inhabitants are beastkin.


    We seem to be a poor clan, not really having any electronics apart from a tv, and when mum was feeding me near a window, I found that our village is in the snowy mountains.


    I''m just living a normal baby life, to be honest.


    **********************


    A few years later,


    Im 4 now, and I have started to talk a bit of their language, it is kind of similar to English.


    I''m a girl now, it still hurts me thinking about how I lost my manhood, sadly I can¡¯t really do anything about my body.


    I haven¡¯t done much other than play with the other kids, I have to say that even though i''m in my twenties, I have the mentality of a child, it seems that an undeveloped mind has some influence on my personality, in a few days I will head over to the local church for education, as well as my other friends around the same age.Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    I''m excited to learn about the world around me. I really want to go and explore the outside world, but we are usually confined to in and around this village. Only the hunters go outside and even then it¡¯s just in the forest.


    I have also noticed that because we are roughly half of a white wolf, we have superior senses, and I''m not even fully developed yet, and I have roughly twice the amount of eyesight clarity than I did in my old world.


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    Today is the day I go to the church for education!


    I''m here with my friends Jackson and Fero, they are the only ones around my age, but they seem to be pretty cool. Of course, I shall rule this village in terms of punctuation!


    But let¡¯s excuse the fact I suck at English punctuation.


    When mother took me over to the church, I met up with my friends and we went inside.


    The nuns explained what we were doing before we did any actual education. We were apparently getting something called an appraisal, which was just a numerical value of capabilities. They use this to see if they have use in getting higher education or in the military.


    This is a pretty good way to get discriminated against if word gets out about your appraisal ranking, luckily it is just between you and the head priest about what ranking you get, otherwise, you might start to get bullied.


    The priests and nuns took us to an altar in the middle of the church, and we were told to put our hands on the altar. The altar had a statue of what seemed to be a divine figure? I''m not sure myself.


    The head priest looking guy started to chant something peculiar,


    almost as if he was talking in polish or something, sounded like it anyways.


    And after he finished his chanting, a piece of paper fell from the altar''s statue.


    With stats that readout, according to the head priest anyways: ¡°slightly above average intelligence, slightly above-average strength, affinity with the gods is average, and luck is very average.¡±


    I see.


    So i''m just a bit better than the rest huh?


    The priest continued to say: ¡°you have use in the military, seeking higher education is possible, but with the state of our village, it¡¯s unlikely you can even pay the tuition fees for a college.¡±


    I was filled with curiosity about his world from then on, what are other peoples stats like? How does warfare go on with stat differences like this? Do other races have higher innate stats? Do I have innate stats? I seriously started to wonder.


    After this realisation of questions in my head, I started to think about this kind of stuff, of course that effort was fruitless unless I saw it for myself.


    After I stopped contemplating the questions in my head, I realised that my friends had already finished their appraisals and we were told to go to a room at the side of the church.


    The room was now to be known as ¡°the classroom¡± because there were desks and stationery and other classroomy stuff, and to start off our new classes, we got a basic schedule of when we were to be at the classroom, and we got a starter on basic arithmetic.


    After that, we left, and we went home to get dinner, at which I asked my mother about some of the questions in my head such as ¡°mum, what other races are there?¡°


    Mum looked at me funny and explained: ¡°there are plenty of races out in the wild, our white wolf tribe is very rare because we were hunted down as slaves a few centuries ago, and we isolated ourselves in this village, we are also very rare because of a unique ability we possess, ¡°sense¡±. ¡°Sense¡± is an ability that lets us detect everything in a select range, sure the nuns will teach you more about this when you are older.¡±


    I love my mum in this world, but sometimes she looks at me with the strangest looks, but this only really happens when I talk to her using more complicated words.


    End Of Chap Two

 Travel, Towards The Forest To Hunt!

    There have been plenty of instances where war would rage and the country going into a golden age of science, arts, all that stuff.


    At least in this world anyways, most of the technologies here are almost the exact same as earth, except for the fact that they are more advanced.


    Artificial intelligence, nanomaterials, military warfare, everything my old world would have thought to excel at, over shined by what this world has accomplished.


    My education at the church has gifted me this basic knowledge on almost everything.


    A year has passed from when I had my appraisal, and daily life is basically the same, if you¡¯re wondering why we go to school at age four, the white wolf tribe has superior intelligence compared to other races.


    My appraisal was measured and said as ¡°average¡± because that¡¯s what I was compared to other white wolves, average.


    This doesn¡¯t bother me as I have almost regained a physical state comparable to when I was in my old world as a human, and I can only get smarter thanks to my previous intelligence as a human.


    I have also explored my physical features a bit more, due to the appearance of a mirror in the church. I have bright scarlet red eyes, with new ears on top of my head, like a wolf.


    I have fluffy white hair on my head and tail, and ears. Also, I have a tail.


    If I was more grown-up, I would say I''m quite the beauty.


    I look exactly like an anime wolf girl!


    After I examined my body at the church, I went home to my mother, as usual, we played quite a bit, and I also did my daily chores. My current life is boring compared to my old life, but I''m content with it, I quite like the repetitive daily life.


    If I¡¯m not at home playing with my mother, I''m either at the church, with my friends, or doing chores, but today, I''m exiting the village to head towards the forest to hunt my first beast!


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    I''m quite excited, I have hunted before in my old life, my old man seemed to adore his guns, and would fire them when he had the chance too.


    He would take me out often after school to hunt deer, so I¡¯m quite accustomed to the usual hunting routine.


    When I entered a hunting hut at the south end of the village, I saw several bolt action rifles, with bullets resembling .270¡¯s.


    I''m going hunting with a village hunter named Garrett, he told me to pick any rifle and just pack up with rations and a canteen, and we then headed to a forest.


    We didn''t really do any small talk apart from him telling me what to do if I see any deer, and how I should aim and fire my rifle.


    My old man in my previous life didn''t let me touch his guns that much often, in fear of me ¡°breaking them¡±.


    I''m still kinda salty about that.


    We travelled for a few hours on foot towards the forest, and we proceeded to find a good vantage point to hunt some deer.


    When I was told to go prone and just let him ¡°do the hunting¡±, I was kinda annoyed, but I was told this for a good reason, because we were not hunting animals from my old world, there were beasts in this forest that are quite aggressive this time of year, which happens to be autumn.


    As we were waiting for our prey, I noticed some rabbit-like animals, I say rabbit-like because they have 3 ears¡­


    This is starting to get me thinking about more questions about this world, such as how in the absolute church of boat Mormons, did we evolve with other animals mixed in our DNA, I''m literally a wolf girl!


    I have had moments like this ever since my appraisal, ever since then I had felt like something had become more flexible in my body, but after testing that while playing with my friends and doing other various things, I realised my abilities have pretty much stayed the same.


    This feeling has bugged me for quite some time, even a year later, I still don''t have the answers to these questions.


    After about an hour of waiting, we finally spot our prey, a deer is slowly moving around the plain we overlook.


    Garrett, who told me to let him do the hunting, gave me the gun and whispered:


    ¡°The scope is set up, and the gun is ready to fire, just aim the crosshairs at the deer''s head, if you don''t think you can hit that, try the neck. Remember to support the rifle with your shoulders, and make sure you are able to hit that shot when we fire, there is the saying ¡°a stick breaking is soon forgotten by the hunter, but long remembered by the animals.¡± I want you to absolutely make sure you can hit that deer.¡±


    As I slowly start to slow my breathing and make my aim more steady, I put my finger on the trigger, slowly pulling the trigger back as if I was ready to fire, I aim at the deer''s head, right at the brain, we were about 50 metres away from the deer, so the wind wouldn''t really affect the bullet¡¯s trajectory.


    The crosshair is in place, my finger is on the trigger, so.


    I fired.


    The bullet quickly moved its way to the deer''s head, making a loud bang as it exited the barrel.


    The bullet hit right on the deer''s head, killing it instantly, the deer fell over.


    We head over to the deer to pick it up and start to bring it home, while doing so Garrett is complimenting me on my marksmanship.


    Even I was surprised about my aim, maybe it¡¯s just a one-off.


    We made our way back to the village, it was nearing dusk, so we decided to skin and hang the deer up to process it. We had a grand feast the night after, I helped quite a bit with preparing and cooking the feast, I even got compliments from the village chief!


    Although that doesn''t sound like a big deal, he is more bad-tempered than anything you have ever seen.


    He once berated one of the villagers for tripping on the ground.


    End of chap 3

 Snipe, The Marksmen Test

    ¡°I have never advocated war except as a means of peace.¡± - Ulysses S. Grant


    After we went hunting, Garrett recommended me to the other hunters to keep hunting with them. With mothers approval obviously. Of course, some had their doubts, so we held a marksmen test to see if I''m worthy enough to keep hunting.


    I, of course, loved shooting rifles, they always bring me an exhilaration that is almost indescribable. I have loved guns since I was born (the first time)


    We made a makeshift firing range, with targets going up to one kilometre, and the targets, being small pieces of wood the size of a pint glass.


    We had one of the other hunters who had a pretty good shot go against me.


    The marksmen test is set up so that two people have to range their targets by eye, and then zero(1) the weapon. Since we are using standard scopes with no rangefinders, we have to do this by eye, a neutral party will have binoculars to see if the shots hit. the only problem?


    I am going up against a hunter named Tyler, and the chief hunter Edgar is looking at the shots


    Tyler was a 20-year-old hunter at the hunters¡¯ hut, he was blonde and was quite approachable.


    There are 7 targets.


    In some regular ranges, there will be ten targets, 100 metres apart, but now that there are seven, I can''t just zero the weapon up by 100 metres every time I hit a target, I have to figure out the range by myself.


    Tyler and I had to go prone, using a bipod to steady the rifle, we could steadily aim the rifle.


    The first target was pretty close, I figured about 50 metres would do, I hit the target squarely on.


    The next target was, of course, further away, but that didn''t stop me from finding the range,  200 metres was roughly the distance, just to be sure I didn''t miss, I aimed a little under the middle of the wood. I also ask for the wind, which can affect the bullet''s trajectory.


    I fire.


    Hit.


    The third target was only a little further away than the last target, so I decided that I would use the same zero, and just aim a tiny bit higher on the target.


    Hit


    The fourth target was really tiny, luckily we had really good scopes, that can go up to 25x zoom.


    I zero the weapon to 400 metres, and asked for the wind, then adjusted my aim accordingly.


    Hit


    The fifth target had been even further than I anticipated, I wasn''t even sure how far this target was, it was so small in my scope it felt as if it was miles away.


    I set the zero to 700 metres, which is pretty much the highest this rifle can fire at, I adjust to wind, and pulled the trigger.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    Hit.


    I couldn''t believe it, how did that hit? I wondered to myself.


    The sixth target was further, and I concluded that I could not hit that even if I tried.


    ¡°Edgar, I¡¯m finished.¡±


    Edgar and the other hunters were looking in disbelief, I had hit more targets than Tyler. Not only did this mean I could go hunting with the hunters, but I also got a hell of an ego boost, then Edgar decided to practice on this range, and hit all the targets.


    I lost my ego boost.


    **********************


    We worked out that I would go hunting once a week with Garrett, and I would practice at the range every two days. I quite enjoyed this schedule, it meant I could play with more guns!


    I was just enjoying this life, I played with my friends, went hunting, and took lessons at the church and lived the rest of the day with my mother.


    I remember a lot about my old life, mainly because it revolved around guns. I spent most of my time looking at them, firing them, or just playing games that involved guns.


    That Telos guy sure doesn¡¯t know how to erase memories.


    I don''t particularly miss anything about my old world, mainly because this world has the same geography, the same if not more guns, I didn''t really study the politics of the country we reside in, and I don''t particularly care for it either.


    This mind of a child has really affected almost my entire personality, from my favourite foods, to what music I hate. The reason im bringing this up is because now im faced with quite the dilemma.


    That''s right.


    Do I like women or men?


    This question has bugged me a lot lately. I really don''t know how to answer this question. Other than just wait until you get turned on by something.


    I really feel that this is a valid question as someone who was a man and is now a girl should ask.


    ¡°Knock Knock¡±


    While contemplating this question, I heard a knock on my door.


    As I open the door I see my friend Jackson, whos looking quite pale, it¡¯s about 8 pm at the moment, im wondering why he hasn¡¯t gotten his dinner yet.


    ¡°Yuki! Fero has done missing!¡±


    Huh?


    What?


    Fero has gone missing?


    ¡°When was the last time you saw him, Jackson!?¡±


    ¡°We were just loitering around the village, and all of a sudden he just disappeared¡±


    ¡°Go and tell the adults then, oh god oh fuck¡±


    ¡°I did, they are arming in the hunter¡¯s hut and they want you to join them¡±


    ¡°Huh? r-right, I''ll ask later. Take care Jackson¡±


    As I hurriedly move to the hunters¡¯ hut, I hear shouting in the village, it seems everyone is freaking out as well.


    I entered the hunters¡¯ shack and quickly grabbed my personal rifle and ammunition, and then asked where we were heading.


    Edgar quickly said:


    ¡°Hurry Yuki, we are moving towards a bandit camp we found, once your ¡°Sense¡± is a high enough level, you can detect someone just by thinking about them.¡±


    Edgar was a tall 40 ish-year-old man, with a semi muscular body, he gave off a feeling of mystique, but also the feeling of a man of many scars.


    ¡°Yuki, you are going to kill a man today, I want you to experience this feeling while young before you head to NOSEU. You will learn about them later. Personally, I would rather not take you, but you need to have killed someone to know suffering, empathy and the cruelty of the sentient beings that roam this world.¡±


    ¡°Right..¡±


    The other hunters were ready to go and so was I, but I had just gotten the expectation to kill someone dumped on me. Am I even ready for that? What if I get killed? More questions had flooded my mind.


    Garret quickly said:


    ¡°It''s fine, I remember when I was told I had to kill someone for the first time, not a very nice experience. But trust me, this is for your own growth.¡±


    I quickly sucked up my worries and just told myself to worry about them after we exit the bandits camp.


    We departed and ran over to the hunters camp, as white wolves we have superior stamina and agility compared to other races, and while nothing in a pack, we share our ¡°Sense¡±.


    Since my sense isn''t developed yet, I can''t really figure out what these guys are on about, they are chatting about how to siege the camp, according to one of the hunters, the camp was a small town with around 15 men, they only have small arms pistols, while we have full-on rifles. Not the usual bolt actions we use when hunting, im talking about fully automatic rifles, using bullets resembling 5.56 from my old world.


    We were about 5 minutes away from the camp, and Garrett quickly said:


    ¡°Yuki, Promise me, Promise me you won¡¯t hesitate when killing someone, just think about how these guys took Fero.¡±


    Even though I agree with what Garrett said, I decided that it wasn¡¯t worth it, hesitating in a bandit camp is a death sentence, I don''t want to die again, not after what happened when I was shot...


    Dang that hurts to remember about. All I need to do now is make sure I shoot for the head when we attack, otherwise, not even god can save you when you have lost your head because you hesitated. because you didn''t check every room of a bandits house. because you thought it was a good idea to keep the doors open when exiting the bandits¡¯ house.


    I know that that is a lot to take in, but I had experienced swat multiple times because dad decided that it was alright to maybe act like a gang weapon storehouse. Fucking muppet.


    So I almost know what to do and what not to do.


    End of chap 3