Chapter 61.2 - The First Year at the Academy - First Semester Field Training 4 (2)
Chapter 61.2. The First Year at the Academy – First Semester Field Training 4 (2)
The number of ambush attackers was more than forty.
There were no strong individuals on our side, and it seemed that that one was the leader.
As I looked at the goblins lined up in a row, Lola ran up to me.
Behind her was Tobias. Neither of them was injured.
"Are you all right, everyone? Oh, your forehead…"
"It's just a scratch. No problem."
"I heard you had a hell of a fight with a goblin."
Tobias looks straight at me.
"You're a quick ear. Who was it?"
"Well, first it was Halvith-san, but then it was the adventurer."
That bald guy.
I'm a little worried, then give up.
I'm curious about what he's listening to, but it's too late. Besides, our Knight Commander shouted, "This is a great opportunity to make Reedwald's military name known!" If this causes trouble, it's Conrado's fault. I will send him a letter of complaint.
I returned my thoughts and looked at the goblins again.
Quite a few, the size of a platoon. Had they rallied to attack us?
As I moved my gaze around, a strange figure caught my eye.
"There's something strange in the mix."
"It's a Dekrama."
Tobias responded.
It looks like an ape with all its hair missing.
It's about a meter tall, with dark brown skin. Its knobby fingers and toes are long, and according to Tobias, it moves freely through the trees with them.
"It's a monster from the west, but it's spreading here little by little. It looks like it's clashing with Nudlok right now."
A turf war between monkeys and wolves in the trees? It's going to be a fairy tale.
"I've seen goblin claw marks and bites on Dekrama."
"A sideways move on the two squabbling sides, huh? The world of monsters is a very dangerous place, isn't it?"
There are fifteen corpses of Dekrama.
They had planned to secure food and make a triumphant return, but on the way back, they found us. They must have decided to attack us in a hurry. With this many corpses, fifteen doesn't seem like a lot.
"If it's true, we'll have them learn to dismantle them as well."
Tobias looked at the students and shook his head.
Many of the students were sitting up and not moving. Some were injured, but most were terrified. Among them was Caruas. His energy from yesterday is all gone, and he's freaking out in response to the slightest sound.
The medicine seems to be working a little too well – but that's okay. It'll be quiet.
"I've decided that the monsters are a temporary reward for the adventurers. They'll return to yesterday's encampment as soon as they treat the wounded and are ready. Oh, except for the strong goblins, okay? That's yours."
Ownership, huh?
I was concerned about Lola and the situation here, so I left it alone and joined them.
They don't know how to dismantle the corpse in the first place.
Lambert and the others said they would help with the treatment, so I gave them the healing potion.
Then, taking only Tobias with me, we returned to the place we had just left.
Tobias was surprised to see the leader lying on the ground.
Even in death, it still retains its dignity.
I think it was a good decision not to leave it to "Everlasting Crop," as it turned out.
I thought they could win, but Zeret and Barden would never have been able to duck that series of attacks. One of them, or both of them, would have lost their lives. It was not a technique that they could use just by seeing it once.
I took my eyes off the leader and looked down at the two-handed sword.
Its name is Lightweight Two-handed Sword.
It is a magical tool, but is its ability as simple as its name?
I compare the information flowing into my brain with the results of the "Appraisal".
I am confident that there are no discrepancies, I look over the abilities.
There were no unusual abilities, only "Lightning 1" and "Endurance Enhancement 2".
When I lightly shook it, it was quite heavy.
Even this seems to be lighter, but what about this ability? A two-handed sword is a weapon that cuts with its weight. It's killing its own purpose.
Anyway, there is no reason to throw it away, regardless of whether I'll use it or not.
I couldn't find a scabbard for the sword, so I wrapped a suitable cloth around the sword.
"Aren't you going to dismantle it?"
Tobias asked me while I was doing that.
If it's that good, there's a good chance it has a magic stone.
Even though it's a monster, it's a great warrior, and I don't want to stain its death.
I was worried until the last minute, and in the end, I decided to dismantle it.
Monsters prey on humans, and humans use materials from monsters. That is the way of the world.
After putting my hands together, I cut open the leader's abdomen.
I have dismantled goblins more times than I can count.
Soon after, I discover a large magic stone.
It is emerald green and about an inch in size. The surface was rough, and when exposed to light, it reflected diffusely, giving off a unique radiance. An ordinary goblin would have been less than half the size of this one, which shows how exceptional the leader was.
"I've been amazed since a while ago. I never thought I'd find such a magic stone from a goblin."
Tobias was also marveling next to me.
I wash off the blood stains from the magic stone and put it away in my backpack.
I would bury the leader if I could, but I don't have time to dig a hole by hand, and I can't waste the magic power.
At the very least, I bow to the leader again.
Then I turned on my heel and looked at the visitors.
What are they doing here?
As usual, Zereto leads the way.
Behind him, Barden, Corpus, who was smiling for some reason, and Ismira, who had no expression on her face, followed.
It was a strange atmosphere even though they had come to see how things were going.
"I'm on my way back now, what can I do for you?"
No one responded to my question.
Zeret looked down at me with a difficult face, arms folded.
This feeling, could he have sensed the "High-speed Movement"?
His expression doesn't match his thoughts, but he is, after all, a D-rank adventurer. Maybe he got a sense of what was going on.
When I thought about it, I realized that it was too late.
Well, there were other people there.
I was too focused on the battle and too distracted. I wondered if I could make excuses with "Moving Up ". I think of the faces that were lined up in the room. It looks a bit–impossible.
"I've been thinking about it since the fight earlier."
Zeret's voice brings me back to consciousness, and I look up.
The tone is uncharacteristically heavy.
Perhaps seeing through my nervousness, Zeret smirks.
"Is it okay if I call you Aniki?"
‘No, I don't.'
I reflexively refused.
I struggle to hold back the urge to break out of it.
How the hell am I supposed to turn that way?
I was mildly confused, but Barden was even more confused than me.
"What, you're going to have an Aniki? Aniki of Aniki? A higher Aniki? Big Aniki? Super–"
"Stop it!"
What is it with these guys already? I'm getting a serious headache.
"Well– anyway, let's hear your reasons."
"I'm impressed! To easily defeat an ogre goblin-like that!"
"You know difficult words in strange places. Also, don't create new species on your own. For a moment, I thought it was that kind of species."
Exactly what kind of orc is this? Don't let the strong go great on earth.
And I don't want a brother with such an evil face. My mother would have a stroke if she knew.
While I was thinking about it, I also feel the simple Barden was like a little brother.
And the two of them started circling me and whispering, "Aniki Aniki."
Oh, my headache is killing me.
I kicked them both to Corpus and said, "Stay at your posts or I'll report you!" I warned. Somehow, I managed to get rid of "Everlasting Crop".
The voice called me Aniki in the distance.
Tobias muttered to himself as he watched.
"You know. You are easily liked by strange people."
"Even if you think it, don't say it. It will be the truth."
Tobias looked like he wanted to say something, but I ignored him and gulped down a gulp of pain-relieving potion.
It's still three. It's not too late.
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