In order to revive the stalks of leeks that have been reduced to just roots, you need water.
A small amount of water can be obtained from the plant. ……
“I’m going to have to find a watering hole.”
I’m sure that the magic that Nick Bakker-sensei mentioned about the magic of “non-exhaustion” will be less effective in the future.”
So I decided to search for a water hole for the afternoon.
I leave the house feeling like going for a walk in the forest, but as I wander through the woods, I see more animals than before, including rabbits and deer.
“I’ve only seen birds so far, but there are rabbits and deer…
Could it be that the magic of ‘avoidance’ is wearing off?”
But if animals originally lived here, there must be a watering hole.
I walk further into the mushroom field where I met the alchemist Akemi, and find myself in an open area.
The sun shining brightly on the pond gives it a peaceful feeling.
There is already a visitor on the other side of the pond, and deer and wild boar drinking the water together.
“It’s a nice pond. It’s nice and breezy.”
I am somewhat tempted to take a nap, but I resist and decide to fetch some water.
But now, I realize that I don’t have anything to put the water in.
“Hmmm, what should I do? The pockets of my coat have an extended capacity, so I can fit it in there, but I don’t like the idea of putting water in there.”
As I am pondering on the edge of the pond, I hear the sound of unpleasant footsteps approaching from behind.
“Hey, bastard, what are you doing, huh?”
I turn around and see three men with mohawks staring at me with tangling gazes.
They are fiddling with a nail-studded club in their hands.
Their bare skin is clad in fur, their arms heaving with muscle and their tattoos waving intimidatingly.
It is a very standard barbarian bandit look.
A man with a red mohawk approaches me.
“This pond is the territory of our class of 1-15!
This pond is not a place for a lowlife like you to approach!”
Class 1-15, …….
I think this class comes from a school that trains bandits, barbarians, sorcerers and dark wizards.
It seems that most of the class are boys, and there is only one girl.
As I am thinking about this, the Mohawked men start laughing.
The guy with the blue Mohawk sneeres, “He’s so scared!”.
The man with the yellow Mohawk says, “He’s about to piss himself!
“No wonder! There’s no one who wouldn’t be scared in front of us Pila brothers!”
I ask, “The Pila brothers?”
“You don’t know us! This guy’s so scared he’s gone crazy!
Then I’ll tell you before I beat him up. I’m Tin Pila!
The blue one is Tsing Pila, and the yellow one is Twin Pila!”
“Now, you know? We are your fears!”
“We came here because of that vice-bastard!”
“We’re going to make you feel like shit! So, the unemployed trash will be half killed here! Cry, scream!”
“Cry and scream! But I won’t forgive you! Hahahahahaha!”
The three Pila brothers are getting more and more excited on their own.
I can’t help but be amazed at how they can get so excited on their own.
“I see. If you want to be that violent, I can go along with you. ……”
Then a lightning bolt of blue streaked across his tri-colored Mohawk head.