In this world, everyone was born with a gift from the gods. It was called a blessing. And it was different for everyone.
Some people were good at swinging a sword. Others could aim perfectly, even with their eyes closed. Some had super strength, while others could do little things really, really well, like sew the finest clothes without a single mistake or count huge numbers faster than anyone else.
These blessings were more than just talents. They were like a sign, a whisper from the gods saying, "This is what you're good at. This is who you are."
Your blessing shaped your whole life. Especially if you wanted to become an adventurer.
Adventurers were the ones who suffered the most with this reality. Your blessing had to be strong enough.
Some people were born with weak blessings. Nothing wrong with that, it just meant they lived quiet lives in villages or cities. But others were born with something special.
