I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…

It was only a few days since he was born, but he had never felt so much power in his very, very short life. He was no longer the featherless chick who called out to his absent parents; he was now a fully grown falcon. His beak was sharp as a blade, his talons as strong as steel, and his wings powerful enough to blow away a tree.

His core, situated in the center of his body, felt like it could explode with all the energy it had stored.

Soring high in the sky he unleashed a few blades of concentrated wind directing them towards a nearby treetop. With ease, the slash passed through the thick trunk leaving only exposed wood and a neat cut through its once lush canopy.

"Kreeeee!" The young bird roared, eager to express its might to the world. Its cry echoed through the sky, a bold declaration of its newfound might.

His keen sense of sight caught the movement of various small animals and monsters. With interest, he expressed his new find using the link that bound his soul with his master.

[Master, master, prey, food!]

He knew by instinct that there was nothing in these parts that would pose a danger to him, so he took it upon himself to keep it that way.

Ignoring the weakest of the small prey, which he found trivial, Zephyr spotted a nice, big, juicy rodent the size of his master's leg—a perfect trophy to show to his owner. Everyone knew that rodents made the best meals, and if this one was bigger, it would make for a grand feast.

Using his speed, Zephyr flew higher than ever before, knowing the large rodent would flee if it spotted him. Employing his exceptional vision, which could spot an animal a quarter of a kilometer away, he positioned himself for the perfect strike.

Trying to contain his excitement, which would make him shrill out loud in joy, the small bird waited while charging the wind around him. As soon as he felt the mana transform into wind, Zephyr swooped down, adding some rotations to enhance the wind's strength.

It was very hard to make the wind obey him, but he needed to make it cover any noise that would scare off its large prey.

Two hundred meters went by in seconds. At fifty meters, he fixed his talons forward, feeling his small legs trying to sway to the side, but through sheer willpower, he made them stay in place.

Twenty meters left; young Zephyr raised his wings, causing the feathers to feel as though they would tear off with any sudden movement. Instinct ruled over fear, joy, and any other emotion. It dictated his actions, and with it, the young bird pushed forth, his determination unwavering.

Its prey was too busy looking for seeds through dried foliage that helped cover the small falcon's descent. It took only four seconds for the rodent to find itself impaled within eight talons before being pushed towards a wall.

"Qweek!" cried the two-foot rodent.

A noise resounded through the forest as one of its inhabitants was killed instantly.

"Eww, is that a Burrow Nibblet? I've never seen one so big before…" Rubina exclaimed as the three teenagers arrived to help the small falcon. Before them was a bloody mess, as Zephyr couldn't hold back his urge to feed.

[Master, food, eat, come] The young bird called out to his master with innocence.

"Ugh, this isn't good. I just got over the road trip." Logan mumbled, tightening his molars while trying to keep his breakfast down.

"Get used to it, hero. We're only beginning, so take a few gulps of a potion while I dismember what is still useful here," Chloe instructed, pulling a dagger from a small pouch at her side.

[Mine, mine, master help] the young bird chirped as Chloe picked up the rodent.

"Calm down, here, I'll toss you this which isn't necessary," Chloe said, pulling the hide off with ease. Logan noticed the dagger she had was actually made from amber. Its tip started to warp as it came in contact with the fallen beast.

"I know you both won't want to touch this particular beast, but deeper in the forest I hope you can successfully dismember other beasts we may hunt," Chloe said with a cold voice.

"I already know how to, remember we are a family of breeders, but Logan here, I wonder how he will do," Rubina added.

Speechless, Logan tried to ignore his emotions and focus on his tamed creature, which had risen a level. He noticed that while his mana felt stronger, the small falcon showed no change after becoming an adult.

"This should be enough. Here, take it and put it in your storage ring. Let's continue, we have a long day ahead," Chloe ordered, taking her position as the party's leader. "Also, keep your tame by your side; it is still inexperienced, so making too much noise can be dangerous or make it difficult to find more beasts."

"Alright..." Logan responded with disgust, tapping his ring toward the smelly pelt that still oozed bodily fluids.

[Zephyr, shoulder, stay] Logan called out, still trying to figure out how to use monster talk, which seemed more based on emotions than words.

His small beast who was finishing his meal at a rapid pace understood what his master tried to convey and used his wing as a sword to produce a wind blade to cut off one of his foods legs to take on his way.

"Logan, just take the whole thing. You never know when you will need to feed your pet, and taking a part, like it's trying to do, will leave a mess on your shoulder," Chloe warned, cleaning her blade before placing it back into her storage bag.

"Ugh... yes ma'am," Logan cried out, seeing what his tame wanted to do. He felt helpless throughout the ordeal, not knowing how to handle the situation. Thankfully, Chloe was there to act as their leader through this forest.

With a hectic start, the team ventured deeper where Logan spotted a multitude of beasts. Among the twisted roots that made it hard for them to walk and the dead, dry leaves that didn't let them pass without making noise, Logan saw squirrel-like creatures gliding through the trees. Horned rabbits fought each other before stopping at the sound of the teens passing by, then quickly scampered away.

Some trees and bushes showed signs of life as well. A particularly aggressive tree even tried to hit them as Logan tripped on its root. Luckily for the boy, his tame swiftly sliced through the branch that aimed for its master's head, preventing what could have been a nasty blow.

Through their journey, the kids let the bird hunt only the beasts that Chloe pointed to. These were either the largest of their kind, the most prized in terms of meat or pelt, or the ones that would give the most experience. With each hunt, Zephyr grew more skilled, his instincts sharpening as he followed Chloe's precise directions.

"PING!"

[You have reached level 3]

After two hours, with his falcon having battled every small creature that Chloe pointed to, the group decided to seek out stronger prey to raise Logan's level faster. Logan's goal for today was ambitious—reaching level 5, which meant gaining three whole levels from where they started.

"Hey, so what level are you two at?" Logan having a doubt about his strength asked his two team members a question he had since the start.

"Level, I recall we talked about that but what do you mean exactly?" Rubina questioned as Chloe stopped walking to look back at Logan.

"You know, level, the numerical value of your strength?" Logan explained.

"Logan, I don't know what you're talking about…all of us in this world only know how strong we are by the color power scale. I, for example, am a Yellow Fire Mage. Here, let me show you," Rubina replied while taking out a small crystal from her storage ring.

The small crystal was colorless, but as soon as Rubina concentrated while powering some of her mana, the crystal changed to a bright yellow color.

"I am also around that color, a bit darker, but that should be normal for our age," Chloe chimed in, growing interested in the topic.

"Here, you try using the crystal. It should be interesting to see what color you're at," Rubina said, passing her crystal to Logan. "Just concentrate and pour in a bit of mana. It's easy."

Logan, who didn't know how to use magic, closed his eyes and poured what he felt like energy into the small colorless rock. He opened his eyes only to see it stay the same.

"Try again, hero. Think about the flow of your energy and direct it with intention. It's not only about feeling it; you have to will it to flow," Chloe encouraged.

The boy decided not to close his eyes during his second attempt. He tried to feel the same way as when he talked to his bird through some unknown connection. He noticed that this connection, while linked to his mind, actually began in a small part at the pit of his stomach, as if there was something there that pulsed with power.

Soon, the stone turned a light shade of red, not strong enough to light a room.

"Well, we have our answer. You seem to be on the weaker side of the starters in this world, around the level of a six- or seven-year-old mage apprentice..." Chloe shared, a little bit of disappointment showing through the stoic expression she tried to maintain.

Logan's shoulders slumped as he thought about how weak he was compared to the other two. He tried to calculate and came up with the idea that both girls were probably around level 30, if the power scheme used the colors of a rainbow to indicate power. It was only a guess, but maybe each color represented around ten levels.

He wanted to think about why their class could see levels instead of colors, but he decided to leave the pondering for later. Chloe had long forgotten the talk about levels and colors and was focused on finishing today's tasks, including learning as much as possible about the hero.

"We have around an hour to reach the next part of the forest, which is an open area. There, we should find larger and stronger beasts to help you train before we finish for the day," Chloe explained.