Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Determination

Armaros did not like staying at home all the time. He wanted to be with his friends. Sure, Fluffs was a good girl, and he enjoyed looking after her, but he wanted to go outside Huergaz and see the world.

He was looking healthier now. So, he went to sign himself to the adventurer's guild. He intended to take only F rank quests while he trained. Then, he would get a party, and they would be the best of friends. Even if the party was not Leander's.

"Run this distance," the half-orc proctor of the exam had told him. Armaros ran as fast as he could, weighted down by his standard adventurer's backpack. The half-orc came to him and wrote something in the book that was placed on a table at the end of the track.

"Do thirty push-ups," Armaros dropped to the floor. At the twentieth one, he felt his muscles burning. He had done just the walking in place thing, Leander not wanting for him to strain himself. But he knew what a push-up was from Leander's memories, so, he gritted his teeth and finished all thirty.

"Fill this crystal up with mana," Baleg gave him a small crystal. Armaros smiled, happy that he was finally given something easy. As a dungeon core, he was a master of mana manipulation.

He began to fill it, but found that the crystal was like a bottomless pit. Then, he found the reason. There was a leakage that was letting the mana out!

"Uhm, Mr. Baleg? There is a mana leakage in the crystal's isolation," Baleg nodded, for the first time, in approval.

"You are the first to notice that ever since this guild has been operating. A mana sensor of enviable skill, eh?" Baleg chuckled as Armaros rubbed the back of his head. "What is your class?"

"My class?" Armaros said, confused. Did he have to have a class to get in?

"Oh, dear. You are one of those who thinks that the guild provides free training. Well, we don't. You will have to pay for lessons. The same as everyone else. And you need a class to get in. But our trainers give out lessons to citizens. You just need to show your ID card to them, and they can teach you on credit," Armaros gulped. He was masquerading as a woodsman. He had no ID.

"I am a woodsman. Not a citizen," Baleg's eyes softened.

"With a talent for mana like yours, it would be a shame not to make a mage out of you. Perhaps even a mage-archer," Baleg rubbed his chin. He had not taken on an apprentice in quite some time. But he had meant what he had said. The boy was a genius when it came to mana. Weak as a kitten, though.

"I also have no money of my own. Leander takes care of me," Armaros admitted, and Baleg sighed.

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"Well, we can't have you rely on an adventurer. What if he dies? No, better for you to become your own breadwinner. Training starts at six pm. You will be doing exercises until then. I'd supervise you, but I have a day job," Armaros smiled brightly, not believing his luck.

"You will train me on credit?" He asked and Baleg shook his head.

"I will train you for free, but I will make your sorry life a nightmare. You will have no time to slouch. Your existence will become frugal. But you will be the most terrifying mage-archer mix there has ever been, or will be," Armaros got a dreamy look on his face. If he became this good, then, surely, he would be chosen by Leander to fill in the final, fifth, slot in the Try Hard Party.

"Now, I will be going back to the front desk. I swear, the normal adventurers can't man it. You start doing laps around the training hall. Don't stop for an hour. When you are done, come to me for more instructions," Armaros nodded, and he took off running.

Baleg nodded in approval at the raven haired boy not trying to protest that, if he were to be a mage, he did not need to build up his body, and went back to the front desk. Only to find a crowd gathered there, staring at the Try Hard Party and their newest member.

"Did you pick a quest?" Baleg spoke, disgruntled at having to deal with Jean.

"We would like the stable mucking quest," Leander spoke, and Baleg raised an eyebrow. He expected that the Try Hard Party would get big heads because of Jean and would try to go to a B or an A quest. But, they were as humble as ever.

"Are you certain?" Baleg spoke. He would have given them a C quest without a problem. It was above their party's rank, but with Morris and Jean, they would manage it.

"We need to work on signalling," Dorian informed him. He had been impressed at how little time Alektos had spent getting them into formation. He wanted that for their party. And, he wanted to take up his position as leader, as it was his right as a tank. Because, Morris was supposed to go in the thick of battle, and that meant he couldn't keep a level head.

"Here you go," Baleg handed the license. Dorian went to the front and raised three fingers. He heard a couple of snorts, but not from his party. They got in formation.

With Dorian remaining at the front, Morris going to the left, and Leander and Jean staying at the back. Then, Dorian raised two fingers and waved his hand twice, and they took off running.

Baleg was pleasantly surprised. These days, adventurers did not respect formation as much as they should. They walked like civilians, even to quests. Maybe, his protégée could fill in the final slot in the Try Hard Party. They would be a good influence to him. Maybe even Jean would be, if he began to think more about his partners than the quest.

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