Learns Flute

I picked the skill I’d chosen, “Flutist,” and I could see the progress I’d already made. Rank E, to put it into words. Barely competent. Knowledge of the basics, ability to reproduce simple melodies, but not the sort of thing you’d take to a concert hall or something that would get you into a symphony orchestra.

With that Noble Phantasm active, I lifted the flute to my lips, aligned the mouthpiece, closed my eyes, and started to play.

I was terrible. I could freely admit that. There were kids half my age who were probably much better and more experienced, and even to a high school orchestra, I would have sounded like a halfway decent hack, if even that. I didn’t care, though, because I was getting better. I didn’t care, because even at such a low level, I was already good enough to match someone who’d been playing the flute for a year. I didn’t care, because Aite Láechrad would let me master this before summer was out.