“Huff... Huff...”
Was it because he was feeling pain from the excessive effects.
Sergeant Park Taejun’s face twisted.
But.
That body was unmistakably.
“I am standing on two legs...”
He shoved the wheelchair away.
He even refused the soldiers who rushed in to support him.
On his own.
He was standing on two legs.
“Hah, haha... good grief.”
Was it that even he himself could not believe what he was seeing.
The guy rubbed his legs and laughed.
“Youngjun.”
“...Huh?”
“You have no idea what you just did.”
What I did, he says.
Well.
I restored this guy’s legs.
“After I awakened as an [Astrologer], do you know what the very first thing I did with that ability was?”
“Mm? Ah... was it telling the unit that guests would be coming?”
“That was the second.”
...Huh?
“I opened my eyes on the hospital bed... and after I learned what my class was, the very first thing I checked was something else.”
What that might be.
I had a bit of a guess.
“My legs... whether they could be healed. That was it.”
“...”
A guy in his early twenties who had lived an ordinary life.
A guy like that suffered an accident overnight that shattered his legs.
There is no way he was not afraid.
“Maybe because it was my first time using the ability, or because it was about myself, even this ability that usually tells me everything in vague terms gave me a pretty clear answer.”
He spoke while stroking the legs that had once been smashed.
“That sort of thing... was impossible.”
Taejun, this guy.
Even though one leg was wrecked and he became someone who would live crippled for the rest of his life.
I had thought he was oddly detached.
“Had he already let go long ago.”
If even a little hope remains.
A person cannot help but cling to it.
But... that even such hope did not exist.
He had confirmed that through none other than his own ability.
For him.
He had not been given even the chance to linger.
However.
“Well... isn’t that how shamans’ fortunes usually are anyway?”
“What?”
“Shamans’ fortunes are more often wrong than right. It is a famous saying.”
“...Heh heh. You lunatic.”
That divination ended up being wrong.
As a result of stuffing himself on my cooking.
The guy was now standing on two feet like this.
“Even I had not expected it to work with cooking alone.”
My plan, for the moment, was this.
Create an opening through my cooking to make treatment possible.
Then have the additional treatment done by the medic I brought this time.
As things turned out.
He became a guy who could stand on two feet with my cooking alone.
“Medic.”
“Y-yes!”
“Check him.”
“Understood!”
He was the medic I went to the trouble of bringing.
We did need to check whether the guy was really healed properly.
“Impossible...”
The medic wore an expression that said he could not believe it.
He examined the legs of the guy Taejun.
“Is it a perfect recovery?”
“T-that is. I do not know how I should explain it.”
“Ah, so it is not to that extent after all?”
The medic struggled to explain.
Sergeant Park Taejun had indeed eaten the dish and stood up.
But he was only standing on two feet.
He moved with a peculiar limp.
“Healing a leg with a single dish is impossible, I suppose.”
“What!? What kind of nonsense is that...!”
However.
That seemed to be just my thought alone.
“Hm?”
“This much should be considered almost a complete cure. With a bit of rehabilitation he can return to daily life...”
“...”
“To make a lame man walk. And it was the Commander, not even a healer, who did this... No, then what are healers even supposed to do.”
The medic babbled excitedly.
In the eyes he turned on me there was even a hint of aggrievement.
“A bit of rehabilitation is needed, huh.”
I did not know whether to call it fortunate or what.
It seemed there was still a corner where the medic I brought could work.
“I agree with him on this part.”
However.
Whether the treatment was perfect or not did not seem important.
The guy Taejun seconded the medic’s words.
“What you did runs against reason.”
The thing [Astrology] had declared impossible.
That guy’s legs were fated to be unhealable.
“You made that impossibility possible... Do you understand that?”
“Well, for now?”
“...Unbelievable. Just how much have you grown that you can do this sort of thing and stay calm.”
Well.
Quite a lot has happened.
“It is not even the first time I have made the impossible possible.”
It did strike me anew as a tremendous power.
[Divinity]
Why it came to take root in me.
By what mechanism it activates.
I still cannot grasp it exactly.
But the possibilities that stat holds.
Are this boundless.
“Ha-ha... to receive a gift like this from a classmate I have met after so long.”
The guy.
With that limping gait, he started walking somewhere.
He had not made a show of it in any conspicuous way.
But he had been told he would never walk again.
He had only not shown it outwardly.
Inside he must have felt all sorts of complicated things.
“I should live up to expectations.”
His face looked pained.
Even so, on that face.
There was a freshness as if he had shaken off a heavy burden.
“We can support you...”
“I want to walk on my own. Please understand.”
Even though the other soldiers offered to support him.
Maybe it was because standing up by himself for the first time in months moved him.
Taejun kept walking toward his destination even as he limped.
Where we arrived.
Was the radar at the highest point in the unit.
“Youngjun.”
Once there, the guy pointed to a high place and spoke.
“Take me up there.”
“...Up there?”
Where he pointed.
Was the dome installed on the radar building.
The summit.
This place where the radar stood was already a sufficiently high elevation.
But if you were to ask for the highest place precisely.
It would be the top of that dome.
“As close to the stars as possible...”
[Astrologer].
He had said this guy’s ability was unexpectedly much influenced by terrain.
That a spiritual confrontation with the [Green Manes] shamans had been possible as well.
Was thanks to the fact that he had held a geographical advantage.
The closer to the sky.
The better the stars could be seen.
The stronger the class became.
“He wants to see even a little more effect, huh.”
His legs had been restored.
But the reason I fed him the dish right now, if I had to say, was not primarily that.
“Monsters at nearby military bases are being released by someone.”
To resolve this problem.
I needed his power.
If he wanted an environment even a little more favorable to exerting that power.
There was no reason to refuse.
“Hold tight.”
I slung an arm around the guy Taejun’s shoulders.
I took out a strip of jerky from my belt and bit into it.
[Lightfoot Sleipha’s-]
[Trait, ‘Sleipha’s Fleet Legs-]
The mana contained in the dish.
Pooled in my legs.
[Martial Art — Food (食) reacts to dish effects.]
Fwoooosh!
Empowered by the trait.
I kicked off and leaped hard.
It was a dome set quite high up.
But reaching it was not difficult.
“...If I eat your cooking, can I do things like this too?”
“Mm? Not sure. I do not know right now.”
We arrived in an instant on the dome situated at a high place.
The guy muttered as he looked down, a little surprised.
If he eats my cooking, gaining the trait [Sleipha’s Fleet Legs] would be possible.
But my stats are monstrous enough that I can do a thing like this.
However.
“One day it will definitely be possible.”
“That is... very promising.”
The guy gave a light laugh, then, sitting on the ground for a moment.
He closed his eyes and began to take deep breaths.
“Huff...”
With rough breaths he broke into a cold sweat.
That must be how considerable the burden of the buff was.
But.
Only for a moment.
“...I am starting.”
Once his breathing had somewhat steadied.
The guy rose to his feet.
“Huff, ngh.”
A leg not yet completely healed.
It did not look easy to get up on his own.
I deliberately did not help with that process, and only watched.
Knowing this guy.
He would prefer to stand on his own rather than receive a classmate’s help.
“Hooah!”
Thus.
At the place closest to the stars in this area.
The guy stood tall by his own strength.
“Youngjun.”
“Yeah?”
“You have no idea how great a meaning it has that I can stand up on my own.”
Sergeant Park Taejun closed his eyes and spread his whole body wide.
He focused on the wind blowing around him.
It did not seem like he was about to say something like thanks for making someone walk who had thought he would never walk again for the rest of his life.
That was only natural.
A moment later.
Vvvmmm...
The mana gathered around us.
I felt that energy vibrate.
“What is this, exactly...?”
By what mechanism the [Astrologer]’s ability activates.
I could not really know.
Even the guy Taejun himself had said he did not properly understand it.
However.
There was one thing I could tell.
“The guy’s mana... is working in concert with the radar.”
The device called radar seemed to have concepts it possessed in and of itself.
Detection.
Identification.
Information and crises at a distance.
Being able to know those in advance.
A great product of human civilization.
He had said such concepts also helped the guy Taejun’s ability.
Indeed, just as he said.
Vvvmmm...
The surrounding mana circled the radar and was amplified.
That amplified mana.
Flowed into Sergeant Park Taejun’s eyes.
“A broken leg... was a constraint for me.”
The guy Taejun, who had been gazing blankly at the sky.
Opened his mouth at last.
“Having someone prop me up, or leaning on something to stand, has no meaning. No matter how much I want to be closer to the sky, it is a distance I can never catch up to by myself.”
The difference between sitting and standing.
That height difference is not so great.
Even that.
Depends on the case.
“For me, that slight distance... was an utterly absolute limit.”
At the point when his skill had affirmed [the legs cannot be healed].
For Sergeant Park Taejun it was a distance defined as one he would absolutely never be able to cross.
Now.
The guy had crossed that distance.
“I have done something impossible.”
“...”
“Doing the impossible, in and of itself, is a highly symbolic thing.”
And.
It did not seem to be something that ended with simply feeling good.
“For a class where a trivial symbol like mine affects power, it is a change that carries enormous meaning.”
“...!”
In the guy’s pupils.
Countless celestial bodies drifting through the universe were contained just as they were.
The human named Sergeant Park Taejun.
The limit set for him, a limit he could never cross.
Now that he had shattered that limit without a trace.
Sergeant Park Taejun’s [Astrology].
“That limit is gone as well.”
That skill now.
Held possibilities as infinite as the stars of the universe.
****
[Astrologer].
By standing up on his own, this guy got even a few centimeters closer to the stars.
Not only that.
He ate the meat of the [Green Manes High Shaman].
With the effect of that buff still lingering now.
He must have gained a spiritual ability far superior to anything in the past.
“Just how strong ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) did he get.”
As for me.
I had no choice but to focus on what this newly strengthened guy would see and say.
And soon.
“...12th Corps, Corps Headquarters.”
“What?”
“The one that can harm the most lives has been released there.”
At those words.
I shouted down toward the soldiers under the radar.
“Military map and a pen! As fast as possible!”
“L-loyalty!”
The first thing out of the mouth of the guy whose ability had been amplified.
Was the name of the 12th Corps.
Its headquarters, where we had belonged.
“The ones hostile to us are trying to free the monsters of nearby military bases.”
We might somehow be able to stop those monsters themselves.
Our unit’s power was on a completely different level from the past.
The problem was which base’s which monster would be freed.
Among them, which monster would be the most threatening.
“If only we can know that.”
We can identify the locations of the military bases through the military map.
We can respond sufficiently.
“We can fend off this attack easily too...!”
So I thought.
“But near that Corps Headquarters...”
“Right, and then?”
“An axe that was once small, but thanks to you has grown sufficiently, will be rolling around.”
“...Huh?”
The guy, who had me listening intently, started spouting nonsense I could not make sense of to the point it made me feel foolish.
“What are you talking about? An axe.”
“If they use that axe. The greatest damage can be resolved.”
“...Hey, do not tell me.”
His class is [Astrologer].
But.
The nickname I gave him is a little different.
“Shaman.”
There are various reasons I gave him that nickname.
But the biggest one is this.
Despite being a powerful ability he went to the trouble to obtain.
It does not tell you anything clearly.
“And he is always busy talking around everything.”
A manner of speech fit for a shaman, through and through.
That is why I gave him the nickname.
I was secretly proud of how well it suited him.
“But what the...!”
“Next is the 892nd Logistics Support Group, and near there, something that was once wicked but...”
“Your ability got this strong and yet...!”
As a result of his ability getting stronger.
Even if he could know every threat that would come to the unit.
Their locations and how to resolve them.
“There is a flame that once quieted thanks to you. With that fire, even fire demons released from suppression can be checked.”
“Is this part the only thing that stayed the same!?”
That guy’s cloud-chasing babble.
Was unchanged.
