Reincarnated as a background character

"So, hey, I'm back—Moris Secht. Or Adam, if you're still holding onto that poor gamer guy who got sucked into this weird world.

"And today? Today is another exciting chapter of 'Grisha's Guide to Destroying Moris's Dignity.' Oh, you don't know Grisha? She's the girl who thrashed me in the last chapter. Like, completely humiliated me. And now, she's coming over. Why? To train me, she says. Yeah, right. This is going to be another disaster, I can feel it in my bones and future hospital bills too

"But how did we get here, you ask? Let's rewind to a few days ago, right after sword class—a.k.a. my daily humiliation ritual."

A FEW DAYS AGO

Sword class had ended. I was limping back to the classroom to grab my stuff for magic class when I heard the instructor's voice.

"Moris, stay back for a moment."

I groaned. "Please let it be a mistake," I whispered to no one. Spoiler: it wasn't.

Dragging my feet, I waited as the other students filed out. Soon, it was just me, the instructor, and Grisha. Lovely.

"Grisha," the instructor began, "you live near Moris's house, correct?"

Grisha nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

I winced. "Yeah, she lives nearby. But don't get the wrong idea—she's not a friend. She only shows up when she needs my notes. Perks of being second in class, I guess."

"Moris, stop talking to the wall," the instructor said, frowning.

I flinched. "Sorry, ma'am! Won't happen again!" Outwardly, I was all apologetic. Inwardly, I was plotting my escape.

The instructor turned back to Grisha. "Since you live nearby, I want you to help train Moris. He's excellent in academics but struggles with physical training. And you're one of the best sword fighters in the class."

'Ouch,' I thought. 'Why not just hand her a giant neon sign that says, Feel free to mock me.'

Grisha's eyes gleamed with something… sinister. "No problem, ma'am. I'll make sure Moris learns how to hold a sword properly."

Her tone sent shivers down my spine. "She's probably planning to use me as a practice dummy. Again."

"Good," the instructor said. "Grisha, your assistance will be invaluable. Moris, make sure you're ready this weekend."

Grisha turned to me, her smile all teeth. "Be prepared."

PRESENT DAY

"And that's how we ended up here," I muttered to myself in the mirror. "She didn't even ask if I was free! Just assumed I had nothing better to do. Which, okay, I don't, but still!"

The doorbell rang.

"She's here," I whispered. "The Sword Maniac has arrived."

I shuffled downstairs. My parents weren't home today, of course. Because why would they be here when I'm about to be murdered in my own house?

I opened the door. There stood Grisha, holding...

"Wait. Is that a real sword?!"

She grinned. "Of course. The best way to improve is to train as if your life depends on it."

"Are you planning to kill me?!"

She tilted her head. "Not intentionally. Probably."

"I REJECT!" I yelled, trying to slam the door. She stuck her sword in the gap, stopping me effortlessly.

"Stop being dramatic," she said, pushing her way in.

Panicked, I bolted through the house, yelling, "If I don't survive this, remember me as the guy who died during 'training' with a lunatic!"

She chased me, swinging her sword like we were in a gladiator arena.

"Stop running, Moris! This is for your own good!"

"How is getting chopped into pieces good?!"

I darted into the basement and slammed the door. She burst through like it was made of paper.

"This is it," I gasped. "I'm gonna die. And my gravestone will read: 'Died at 12, killed by a classmate with a god complex.'"

But then, fate smiled on me. She slipped on the stairs and landed flat on her back.

Seizing the moment, I grabbed her sword and pointed it at her. "Alright, Grisha, game over!"

She raised her hands, smirking. "Fine, you win. But admit it—my method works. Look, you're holding the sword now!"

"This thing weighs a ton," I muttered, tossing it aside.

She scrambled to grab it. "Hey! Don't disrespect my sword!"

While retrieving it, her eyes landed on something on the floor. "What's this?"

I followed her gaze. She was holding a dusty photo.

"Is this your family photo?" she asked, frowning. "Why's it lying down here?"

I moved closer. It showed me, Mom, Dad, my sister… and someone else. A man I didn't recognize.

"Who's that?" Grisha asked, curious.

I froze. "Good question. No clue."

Turning back to the wall, I muttered, "If you're wondering why I never mentioned my sister, it's because she's not worth mentioning. And as for the mystery guy? Your guess is as good as mine."

"Why are you narrating to a wall again?" Grisha asked, exasperated.

"Stop ruining the drama!"

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Character's note(Grisha)

Hey, Grisha here! Just wanted to say, Moris is a total drama queen. Sure, I might have chased him around with a sword, but it's character building. Right? Anyway, if he complains to you about me, just know he's lying. Probably.