Chapter 6: 6

03-06- Blood Wind, Plains of Eschmerde

When I returned to the inn with the feeling that I wanted to die, Kobo Taro gently lowered me from his back to the bed, set down my luggage, and

“Gagh!”

He muttered a few words to Ashima and bowed. Then he looked back at me and bowed.

Then he disappeared.

Gone with a gentle white light.

What’s that …….

Wait a minute, Kobo-Taro.

I didn’t give you that order.

There was still some time left.

Don’t just disappear on your own out of concern for me.

No matter how much I Collected up Kobo Taro’s white light on the bed, the only thing that gathered in my heart was emptiness.

The room should have been filled with white light, but when even the light disappeared completely, all that remained was a feeling of helplessness.

Why? Didn’t we just take the first step?

This is where the Summoning Warriors were supposed to begin, right?

“Damn ……!”

My consciousness fades away, as I keep my arms raised to the ceiling.

A moment later, as I drift off into a slumber, a soft hand wraps around my arm and gently tucks me into the warmth of the covers.

I felt grateful to myself for that and it was inexplicably pathetic.

……………………..

Waking up from a heavy leaden sleep was like a weathered and rusted copper.

“This time I’ll be all right.”

I re-summoned Kobo Taro and rested for another hour. I felt as if the thirty-five bottles of Orpheus arranged on the workbench were gently chastising me for my helplessness.

It was now 10:00 a.m.

Both Ashima and I are full of SP and MP. Because of what happened earlier, Ashima has checked my status several times.

“This time for sure…..!”

I’ve made up your mind.

I’ll collect.

Ashima will compound.

If I’m not good enough, Ashima will have to do the collection too, just like now. If she does the collection, mixing, smelting, processing and selling to Lydia, I’m like a pimp.

I don’t like working, but I don’t like being a pimp anymore than that.

And if Ashima realizes that she doesn’t need me anymore to survive, she will leave me alone. Then I’ll be back to selling epee grass and life herbs to the guild for five to seven coppers a day.

And most of all.

“Fujima-kun, please don’t push yourself too hard, okay? Let me know as soon as it gets too hard, okay?”

“…… got it.”

I was more scared than anything else of being abandoned by Ashima, who was surely genuinely concerned about me.

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《Results of the sampling》

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35 times

Collection LV3 -> x1.3

Grassland collection LV1 -> 1.1

↓↓↓↓↓↓

50 points

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Judgment → B

Epee grass x 3

Homomo grass is acquired.

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If we collect as much as I can, my body won’t be able to handle it. That’s why I strive with strength “in proportion to my ability”. Even though I think so, my body reacts to my impatience and tries to move with all its might.

That’s not right, Toru Fujima. It’s okay to relax more, because even if you get a B, there’s a high possibility that you will get more unnecessary homomo grasses, just like now.

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Results.

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29 times

Collection LV3 -> x1.3

Grassland collection LV1 -> 1.1

↓↓↓↓↓↓↓

41 points

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Judgment→C

Epee grass x 3 acquired

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Yes, this is fine.

“Good, good……”

Ashima has only [Collecting LV1] skill, so no matter how hard she tries, she cannot reach the C grade in collecting epee grass. She’s trying her best to get a “D” grade with life herbs. The result was about half E and half D.

I would have to collect epee grass one more time before I could collect life herbs…

<<Kobo Taro set [spear LVL. 1]>>

— What?

“Gah!”

When Kobo Taro barked, the people who were gathering around us looked up and saw Kobo Taro’s gaze.

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There was a Kobold running toward them, spear at the ready.

“”Whoaaah! It’s a monster!””

The ones who showed no reaction to Kobo Taro’s appearance got up as if they had been shot and fled like rabbits to the south gate.

“Guuu….!”

Kobo Taro speaks with his bark.

“Run away.”

“Fu… Fujima-kun!”

“Ashima, here’s some epee grass. Go back to the inn and mix it.”

Leave it to me and run away. I couldn’t possibly say such a cool line and with that I tossed the “☆ Magic Bag” that Lydia had given me in Ashima’s direction.

“What about you, Fujima-kun?”

“Just go! Quickly!”

After confirming that Ashima had picked up the magic bag, I looked at the minor kobolds running toward us with their spears, and at Kobo Taro, who was bravely running to make the battlefield as far away from us as possible.

“Gaw!”

“Guu!”

Contact between the enemy Kobold and Kobo Taro. Their spears collide three times and a sound far more violent than that of my staff echoes through the supposedly calm meadow.

“Oooh… …….”

The sound pressurized me.

“Gyah!”

“Gah!”

They collide again and again.

Sparking like stars.

The spears from each other’s bodies are filled with the will to kill.

I, who have been killed by Kobolds four times, am so afraid.

The battles I have fought up until now were not battles at all.

I was not fighting for my life.

“Gauu!!!”

“Gaaaah!”

It makes me want to turn away.

Fresh blood dances in the air and Minor Kobold’s shoulder and Kobo Taro’s belly gain blotches of red.

“Aaaaaaahhhh!”

“Gyaaaahhhh!”

A roar that ripped through the grasslands.

Kobo Taro unleashed spears in both hands, but once again they carved wounds into each other’s bodies. When the two grunted in pain, he managed to dodge the spear and then he used the bottom of his spear – a stone knife – to pierce his opponent’s eye and when he was frightened, he stepped forward again.

—Go, Toru Fujima!

But my legs don’t move.

It’s not that I have such a noble idea that I shouldn’t interfere in a one-on-one fight. This is neither a match nor a sport, but a fight to the death. I don’t think it’s cowardly to have the advantage of numbers.

But…I’m too scared to move my legs.

I’ve been killed four times, so why am I afraid? I’m afraid of pain, the pain hurts and it’s scary.

I hadn’t fought until now.

I was desperate that I gave up on the idea that I could start over even if I died anyway and I just swallowed the pain that was far beyond anything I could have imagined.

“Gruaaaah!”

“Gaaaahhh!”

More than the pain of knowing you are going to die and being thrown down.

Fighting and one of you will die – the pain you will suffer in the process is more precious than the pain you will suffer when you know you are going to die.

“Haah…… haah…..!”

I can’t move.

I’m too scared to move.

Kobo Taro and the Kobold are covered in blood.

Do you think I’m….. among them?　Are you kidding me…….?*

An exchange of life that makes me want to close my eyes.

The sound of spears making rough contact with each other, making me want to cover my ears.

To the untrained eye, there seemed to be no difference in their abilities. If that’s the case, there’s a chance that Kobo Taro will be killed…..!

“Hah! Haa……!”

My legs are sewn shut and I can’t take a single step. Instead, only frustration and dry breaths pour out of my mouth.

Was it a twist of fate?

Or is it because he had mastered the [spear level 1] skill?

“Gaaaahhh!”

──── is the end.

Before I could do anything, Kobo Taro’s spear pierced the Minor Kobold’s throat.

“G……G……Gobo……”

“…… gyaa …… gua …… ha, ha…..”

Kobo Taro breathes on his shoulder with a spear through his throat. Sharp eyes continue to stare into the empty eyes of the dying kobold.

<<The battle is over>>>

<<One experience gained>>

Soon a green light took the Kobold to the heavens.

The blood-soaked grasslands regain their greenness, half of it from the enemy monster. Then the remaining red will be …….

“Kobo Taro!”

Kobo Taro knelt down. I run up to him, leaning on my cowering legs.

When the monster dies, a green light appears, leaving only the crate and taking its own blood clean to the heavens.

But when I saw the wet crimson staining Kobo Taro’s empty eyes, I didn’t want to believe that it was all his blood.

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