Mushoku Tensei Spanish:Volume 03 Chapter 24

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Volumen 03 Capítulo 24 - A 3 Días de la Ciudad más Cercana

1ª Parte

Al día siguiente.

"Buenos días."

Estando a punto de abandonar el asentamiento, Robin me saludó; parecía que quería hablar conmigo. Hoy también parece estar custodiando la entrada.

"Buenos días, ¿hoy también estás al cargo de la puerta?"

"Ah, sí, y seguiré haciéndolo, al menos hasta que el resto de los hombres vuelvan de cazar."

Ahora que lo pienso, hemos pasado la noche en la aldea y los cazadores aun no volvieron. Si ese es el caso, ¿es posible que haya estado haciendo guardia durante toda la noche?

Si es así, me recuerda a los guardias en los RPG, cuya tarea es sencilla, estar depié protegiendo el lugar, ya sea por la mañana, la tarde o la noche.

Aunque dejando eso a un lado, me pregunto si es el único que guarda la entrada mientras los hombres están cazando. Bueno, quizás el jefe del asentamiento también le ayuda, porque viendo el lugar, es muy posible que el jefe también tenga varias responsabilidades y tareas.

"¿Os marcháis ya?"

"Sí, dejamos todo dicho en la conversación de la pasada noche."

"¿No podríais quedaros un poco más para que me contaras cosas de mi hija?"

"De verdad me gustaría, pero la urgencia nos impide quedarnos más tiempo."

"Ya veo..."

Es una lástima, pero de verdad tenemos prisa, y mira que me encantaría poder escuchar historias sobre Roxy de pequeña.

"Una vez volvamos a casa, intentaré ponerme en contacto con Roxy para que os lleguen noticias nuevas."

"Perfecto pues, así lo espero."

Inclino la cabeza para despedirme, y me apunto en una nota mental que no debe olvidárseme contarle a Roxy sobre su aldea para cuando volvamos a vernos.

"Ah, cierto, esperadme un segundo aquí."

Parece que Robin acaba de acordarse de algo y se adentra corriendo en la aldea, entra en una de las casas (que casi seguro será el hogar de Roxy), y vuelve al cabo de varios minutos acompañado de una jovencita que se parece muchísimo a Roxy.

Estaba pensando que si tan solo quería decir a alguien que viniera solo tenía que haber usado su telepatía, pero me doy cuenta de que trae en sus manos una espada.

¿Quizás me la quiera dar?

"Te presento a mi esposa."

"Soy Rokari."

Seguramente sea la madre de Roxy.

"Yo soy Ludeus Greyrat. Es usted muy joven."

Pensándolo bien, si no fuera por estas personas, jamás hubiera sido capaz de salir de mi casa con la ayuda de Roxy, así que mi cabeza instintivamente se inclina ante ellos a modo de una reverencia muda.

"¿Joven dices? Imposible, este año cumplo 102 años ya."

"Eso.... Eso no quita que sigas siendo bastante joven."

Por cierto, por lo que me ha contado Rocks, los Migurd dejan de envejecer y se consideran adultos cuando cumplen los 10 años, y tras eso solo vuelven a envejecer pasados los 150 años, aproximadamente.

"Solo quería que supieran que le debo muchísimo a Roxy-sensei."

"¿Sensei? Jamás hubiera pensado que esa pequeña daría clases a otras personas, me pregunto qué será lo que enseñaba."

"Me enseñó muchísimas cosas que desconocía hasta ese momento."

Sonreí diciendo eso, y Rokari se sonrojó añadiendo un apresurado ¡Ya veo!. Me pregunto si no habrá habido algún tipo de malentendido.

"En todo caso, me alegro mucho de que llegarais cuando me tocaba salvaguardar la entrada."

"Tiene razón, me alegro muchísimo de que nos hayamos conocido. Le debo mucho a Roxy-sensei por todo lo que hizo por mí; hasta el punto de que no me importaría llamarle padre, aunque sea político."

"Eh, eh, eh... como está, está bien."

me ha rechazado bastante serio, me he quedado pasmado. Sobretodo porque su cara seria se parece un poco a la de Roxy y he sentido la nostalgia.

"Dejando a un lado las bromas, por favor, llevaos esto."

Diciendo esto, Robin me ofreció la espada que estaba sujetando.

"Aunque Ruijerd vaya con ustedes, yendo desarmados quizás estéis un tanto nerviosos por si pasara algo."

"¿Seguro? Tampoco estoy del todo desarmado, pero..."

Digo esto, pero ya he aceptado el arma y la he desenvainado. Es una hoja ancha con un único filo, la hoja tiene unos 60 centímetros, por lo que es más una espada corta, aunque la hoja es un tanto curva, ¿así que sería un machete? Nah, creo que se parece más a un sable chino, creo que se llamaba DaoDao: Espada china que puede o no estar ensanchada en el final de la hoja. Forma parte de las 4 armas principales de las artes marciales chinas. Más información (incluye imágenes)</ref>.

Se ve a simple vista que la han usado durante varios años, por las rozaduras y arañazos que muestran la vaina y la empuñadura, pero la hoja no posee ningún tipo de daño; sino que parece que por lo preciosa que se mantiene, ha sido muy bien cuidada, aunque proveniente de ella noto cierta sed de sangre.

La espada al completo posee un color gris oscuro, pero cuando refleja luz tiene un brillo esmeralda.

"Hace años, un herrero que estuvo alojado en nuestra aldea durante un tiempo me la regaló; es tan resistente que no se ha oxidado ni tras varios años de uso. Si no os importa, me gustaría que la llevarais con ustedes."

"Acepto encantado su obsequio."

No veo motivos para contenerme, y tampoco estoy en una situación en la que deba hacerlo. Mejor aceptar lo que me ofrezcan.

Pero viéndolo de otro modo, me da algo de pena que Eris no tenga un arma, y como usa el estilo del Filo Celestial, seguro que se sentirá más segura si al menos lleva un arma al cinto.

"En ese caso, espero que aceptéis también este dinero, no es mucho, pero os debería permitir alojaros 2 o 3 días en una posada."

Genial, dinero de bolsillo.

Abro la bolsa y encuentro una moneda que parece acuñada rústicamente sobre una piedra y otra moneda hecha de un metal gris oscuro. Si no lo recuerdo mal, la divisa utilizada en el continente demoniaco son de menor a mayor, monedas de piedra, monedas oxidadas, monedas de hierro y monedas verdes.

Si las comparamos con el resto de divisas de este mundo son las de menor valor, hasta las monedas verdes que son las de mayor valor en la zona equivalen a un gran Asurano de cobre, y las monedas de hierro equivalen a las asuras de cobre, las más bajas del reino.

A modo de ejemplo, diré que si adaptamos las divisas tanto del reino de Asura y el continente demoniaco a yenes, obtenemos que las monedas de menor valor equivalen a un yen.

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Asura de oro - 100 000 Yen ~ 1 000 € o $

Asura de plata - 10 000 Yen ~ 100 € o $

Gran Asura de cobre / moneda verde del continente demoniaco - 1 000 Yen ~ 10 € o $

Asura de cobre - moneda de hierro - 100 Yen ~ 1 € o $

Moneda oxidada - 10 Yen ~ 0'1 € o $

Moneda de piedra - 1 Yen ~ 0'01 € o $

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Son números que explican claramente la diferencia en cuanto a poder en el mundo que representa el reino de Asura comparado con el continente demoniaco.

Aunque claro, el continente demoniaco posee sus propios precios de mercado, por lo que las razas demoniacas no son tan pobres como podría parecer a simple vista.

"Muchísimas gracias."

"De verdad me hubiera gustado poder sentarme a charlar largo y tendido sobre Roxy."

Tanto Robin como Rokari dicen más o menos lo mismo, después de todo, seguramente estén muy preocupados por su hija. Y es que aunque tenga ya 44 años, si lo adaptamos proporcionalmente al ciclo de vida humano, es como si tuviera 20.

Así que se puede decir que están preocupados, o que se preocupan, que no es lo mismo.

"Si queréis, podemos quedarnos un día más."

Les hago esa propuesta, pero Robin responde negando con la cabeza.

"No te preocupes, nos quedamos más tranquilos ahora que sabemos que está bien, ¿no es así, cariño?"

"Sí, no sabía qué pensar, viendo como mi pequeña realmente fue incapaz de adaptarse a la vida en el asentamiento."

Imagino que era imposible para Roxy adaptarse a este lugar, principalmente por el problema que tiene con la telepatía.

Hablamos de una aldea en la que no se oye ningún tipo de conversación; todos guardan silencio, comunicándose cuando es necesario a través de la telepatía. Pero, por lo que me contó Roxy, ella era incapaz de comunicarse ni escuchar a través de este medio.

Si yo fuera incapaz de hablar con quienes me rodean ni de oírles hablar, estoy seguro que querría abandonar un lugar así.

"Entiendo, en ese caso, espero que volvamos a encontrarnos."

"Sí, pero, si no te importa, preferiría no fuera para decirme que soy tu padre político."

"Jajaja, entiendo, dalo por hecho."

Casi puedo sentir sus uñas clavándose en mi piel al zanjar el asunto.

Pero bueno, no sé si volveré a ver a Roxy, pero como mínimo, volveré algún día para devolver el dinero que me han prestado hoy.

2ª Parte

It will supposedly take at least three days of walking to reach the nearest town.

On the first day I immediately realized how much of a necessity Ruijerd was.

I'm glad he became our ally.

Since Ruijerd has spent a long time traveling alone, he knows all of the routes, and his preparation for camping outside is perfect.

Of course, he also has the living organism radar so keeping watch is his own forte.

This person is way too useful.

"If possible, could you please teach us a bit?"

"What will you do after learning?"

"We will make ourselves useful."

For that reason these next three days Eris and I set out on the path of camping mastery under the teachings of Ruijerd.

"First off is the campfire. However, there are no trees to be found for campfires on the Magic Continent."

Hmm.

Come to think of it, the first time we met Ruijerd there was a campfire.

"Then what do we do about it?"

"Hunt monsters."

On the magic Continent anything and everything leads up to hunting monsters to get by in the end.

"There's one nearby just in time. Hold on just a minute."

"Whoa, wait just a moment."

I grabbed onto Ruijerd's shoulder and stopped him.

"What is it?"

"Do you plan to fight alone?"

"Ah. Hunting is the job of a warrior. Children wait here."

I see.

It seems like Ruijerd was planning to keep going like this from here on out.

Well, for someone who is over 500 years old like Ruijerd, putting aside children we would be even younger than grandchildren.

Furthermore, Ruijerd is insanely strong.

Even if we just left it to him we would probably be fine.

However, if the worst case ever happens.

If for some reason or other Ruijerd is unable to move.

Otherwise in the case where if he were to die.

Eris and I with almost no actual combat experience would be left alone.

That could happen inside of a deep forest.

It could happen in front of a brutal monster.

In order to prepare for that time we should start gaining combat experience now.

Therefore, we need him to start teaching us how to fight the monsters.

No, that way of thinking about it isn't good.

Our relationship is Give and Take.

An equal relationship.

We aren't going to have him teach us how to fight, we're going to construct a method to coordinate our fights together.

"We aren't children."

"No, you're children."

"Listen here, Ruijerd."

I called out to him in a strong tone.

It seems he has misunderstood the situation a bit.

It won't be good if we don't state our standing clearly.

Neither side is above the either here.

"We will help you and you will help us. Even though our motives are different we will fight together as allies and as equal warriors."

Then I stare into Ruijerd's eyes.

With as stern of a face as possible.

Several tens of seconds passed.

Ruijerd came to a conclusion quickly.

"I understand. You're a warrior."

It was an "Oh my, what am I going to do with you" sort of feeling.

However, for now we've cut the guardian relationship and can take part in dangerous practice.

"Obviously, Eris will be fighting as well, right?"

"Of..Of course!"

Eris was staring with a bit of a blank face but she nodded as well.

Alright this is fine, good girl.

"Now then, Ruijerd-san. Please lead us to the monster."

The time for acting strong is over.

After all when it comes to negotiations you have to get your point across strongly.

Part 3

The first opponent we came across was a monster called Stone Treant.

If you were to put it into a single word, Treants are a type of tree monster.

Trees that suck up magic power, turn into some sort of variation then attack people.

People bundle all beings of that nature into what they call Treants.

Even though it is known as a tree monster there a number of classifications and roughly two divergences.

First the type that has been confirmed all over the world, Lesser Treants.

This is when a sapling undergoes changes, continues to camouflage as a tree, and starts attacking people.

They are weak and slow, even a common young man wielding an axe could defeat it with no training at all.

Then there are the Elder Treants, trees that absorb magic power and nutrients from fairy springs in great forests then undergo changes.

Thanks to the overwhelmingly dense amount of magic power that is in a fairy spring, they gain the ability to use water magic.

In the case that a massive tree changes, Older Treant.

In the case that a dead tree changes, Zombie Treant.

On and on.

There are a lot of classifications but fundamentally they have the form of trees and attack whatever is nearby.

If you defeat the body and leave the seed, they will just keep multiplying on their own.

This behavior pattern doesn't change.

However, this Stone Treant is a bit of unique classification.

Of all things it mimics a rock.

I'm sure you're wondering how in the world a tree does that.

There's nothing strange about it at all.

Stone Treants turn into monsters from the time they are still seeds.

Normally they appear to be giant seeds, then when people get nearby they change into trees in an instant and attack.

Even though they are still seeds, it's not like they are as easy to discern as seeds from a Sunflower.

They appear just like rocks sitting around here and there, rough and round around the edges.

The thing they look the closest like would probably be a potato.

"Do you have any points that we need to be aware of when fighting?"

"Rudeus, you are a magician right?"

"Yes."

"If that's the case, then don't use fire."

"It doesn't work?"

"If you burn it then it won't work as fire wood."

"I understand now."

"Don't use water either."

"If it gets wet it will become difficult to use as fire wood?"

"That's right."

I see.

Ruijerd sees this monster as nothing but fire wood.

"Then we'll give fighting it a try with just Eris and I. If Eris gets into a dangerous situation please save her."

"Is there any purpose in not having me fight?"

"For the time being it's because you don't know how Eris and I fight. After that, Ruijerd-san will fight alone and we can use that as a reference."

"Understood."

Then for that reason.

Eris is the vanguard and I'm the rearguard is the shape we ended up fighting.

I need to be careful of Eris' skill with the sword from here on out.

I don't feel really good about sending the cute, cute Eris out as the vanguard.

However, she wouldn't be very useful protecting from the inside.

She can't really match up with other people very well after all.

Also, taking the chance to say it, we don't need Ruijerd as support either.

Therefore, Eris is free to fight as she wishes while Ruijerd and I support.

That sort of shape seems to be the most desired.

"Then Eris, I'll hit with a single attack from long range, then you go in while it's weakened and beat it down. For the most part I'll be saying out loud the name of the magic I'm going to use, when you hear that try to avoid getting in the way of it."

"I understand."

Eris took out the sword she just got and gave it a good swing to confirm the condition, then nodded ready to go.

Quite a bit of fighting spirit.

Alright I'm ready with my staff.

Fire and water are no good.

Going off the shape, wind doesn't seem like it would be very effective, so I'll go with earth.

I'm strong with earth.

After all, I've made a ton of figures with it.

However, this will be the first time I've ever faced a monster with it.

Let's go all out for the first time.

"Fuuu"

One deep breath.

Gathering the magic power in my hands.

An operation that I've done any tens of thousands of times.

In my current condition, even if my legs were to be cut off I could still use magic.

"Alright."

Rock Bullet, Stone Cannon!

Creation. Rock Bullet model.

Hardness. As hard as possible.

Transformation. The tip of the shell with be flat with a small indentation in the center and the sides will have some notches.

Variation. High speed rotation.

Size. A little bit larger than a fist.

Speed. As fast as possible.

"Rock Bullet, Stone Cannon!"

There was a loud noise from the tip of the staff and the rock bullet went flying.

The rock bullet flew almost level with the ground at an amazing speed and impacted with the Stone Treant still in its camouflaged form.

[Bang]

A noise loud enough to make you cover your ears rang out and the Treant was blown into pieces.

Eris started running at the same time the bullet was fired off, but she stopped her feet at the same time it hit.

Then she started glaring at me.

"What was that about weakening! Do you want me to cut a corpse?!"

"So...Sorry, this is the first time so I don't know how to hold back."

"Jeez!"

After having water thrown on our very first battle together, Eris was raging mad.

However, I couldn't imagine that it would die in a single hit.

Normally I would arrange Rock Bullets with a Hollow Point.

As expected of something I took from the example of my previous world, the idea was quite dirty.

Then I felt Ruijerd staring in my direction.

"Is that staff a magic item?"

He was staring at my staff.

"No, it's just a normal staff. Though, the materials it's made of are rather expensive it seems."

"Even though you didn't use any Magic Circles or Incantations?"

"If I don't use it without incantations then I can't make variations to the bullets shape."

"I see."

Ruijerd went silent.

Even though he has lived for 500 years it seems voiceless incantations are rare even here.

"Then, is that your greatest magic?"

"No, I can make the bullet explode on impact as well."

"It seems like it would be better not to use your magic when your allies are nearby."

"That seems to be the case."

That was the first time I had ever hit something with it, but the destructive power exceeded my expectations.

Even if it just grazed it would probably be instant death.

It would be good if there was some kind of magic that I could use for support, but probably because I've always fought alone I can't think of anything.

I wonder how do the magicians in this world fight.

"Ruijerd-san, what kind of movements would be best to support when fighting with magic?"

"I don't know, I've never fought together with a magician."

Well, Ruijerd is a Supard race with a long history.

He probably has no need to try and copy other parties.

I'll just think about how to coordinate our movements from here on out.

For now let's just think about gaining some actual combat experience.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, but could you once more search for an enemy?"

"Ah, but, before that we have something to do."

"Something to do?"

Is he going to pray for the killed opponent or something?

"Gathering firewood. It's scattered around quite a bit after all."

I used wind magic to gather up all the fire wood.

Part 4

After that, until the sun went down we got into four more battles while moving.

Stone Treant, Great Tortoise, Acid Wolf, Pack Coyotes.

Ruijerd finished off the Great Land King, Great Tortoise in a single attack.

It was a single attack directly on to the crown of its head.

A very smart and simple fighting style.

This is the skill of a man who has always fought monsters solo for 500 years.

I started to feel a bit embarrassed for feeling good about destroying a Stone Treant in a single hit.

Acid Wolf is a wolf that has acid coming out of its mouth.

There was only one so Eris defeated it.

She sent its head flying in a single cut while stepping in to attack at sharp speed.

If you were to compare it to Ruijerd it would be rough, but it's still a single hit.

Eris was covered directly in the blood that came out and made a bitter face.

I was thinking if it breathes acid then its blood might be dangerous as well, but it seems to be alright.

If this is how it is on the first combat experience then it's plenty.

Incidentally, the second Stone Treant was sent to an instant death by me as well.

I had intended to weaken the magic quite a bit when I used it, but the control is difficult.

Just enough to deal some damage but not enough power to kill it.

I wanted to get Eris some actual combat experience, but all my magic is too powerful so it ends too fast.

Until I can properly adjust the magic it seems like it's better if I don't aim any towards people.

Unless it's a situation where I have no choice but to kill I don't want to see something like a splatter movie.

Currently.

We are in battle with a herd of Pack Coyotes.

Pack Coyotes gather together into groups exceeding several tens of individuals.

It's not like they are always in a herd.

They sometimes split off individually.

Though it's not like they just keep increasing in number while fighting either.

They separate once every couple of months, increase individually, then one of them creates a pack and becomes the leader.

Just like that they keep increasing in number.

Even if you defeat them one after another, the leader will just keep switching as they are defeated and the battle will continue.

Numbers are power.

Just the fact that they can control such a herd so well makes them quite strong monsters.

Twenty Pack Coyotes.

It's such a number that an average adventurer would lose their life if they fought.

Eris is swinging her sword while learning all sorts of things from Ruijerd.

It seems she's having quite a bit of fun learning from him.

Even though today was Eris's first actual combat experience she doesn't seem to be bothered by it.

She continues to cut down one Pack Coyote after another with a confident expression as if to say it's only obvious with all the practice she does.

She has absolutely no hesitation to cut down living things it seems.

Well, I knew she wasn't such a sweet young girl since quite a while back.

I just continued to watch.

If it ever came down to it I thought about jumping in to support, but with Ruijerd supporting there was no place for me.

If I had done something it would have most likely just caused more problems than it fixed.

Nevertheless, I feel bored.

I feel so left out.

I need to quickly think up some sort of good formation.

However, Eris is quite strong after all.

In the end, she did make it to Advanced level of the Sword God style just before my birthday.

Recently I've felt that I can't win at all without magic.

If we're talking about Advanced then it's the same skill level as Paul.

Even though I say that Paul should still be stronger with Advanced level in Water God style and North God styles as well.

There's also the difference in actual combat experience.

Although Ghyslaine did say Eris has more talent than Paul.

I'm sure she'll eventually overtake him.

In your face Paul.

"Rudeus! Over here!"

Ruijerd called out to me.

Before I realized it the Pack Coyotes were annihilated.

"We can sell the fur from Pack Coyotes. We'll skin them. We have quite the good luck for there to be this many of them."

Ruijerd said that while taking out a knife.

In his mind the fact that there was a larger number just meant that the spoils were greater.

"Please hold on just a minute."

After saying that to Ruijerd I approached Eris.

"Hah.....hah..."

After skinning her third fur Eris's breathing was starting to become disturbed.

It wasn't even five minutes of battle in terms of time, but Ruijerd was only acting as support, almost all of them were defeated by Eris.

Obviously it would tire you out.

"Oh merciful mother of gods, please heal this one's wounds, and let him recover with a healthy body, Healing."

For the time being I healed her wounds.

"Thank you."

"Are you alright?"

"Hnnhn, too easy!"

While laughing proudly her face was covered in spilled blood so she wiped it off on her sleeve.

However, Eris was really calm even though it was her first battle.

I wonder if it's a natural disposition.

Just the smell of blood makes me feel like I'm going to vomit.

"Too easy, huh. Today is your first real combat experience, right?"

"There's no difference. It's all the same as Ghyslaine taught me."

Practice like it's the real thing.

The real thing is like it's practice. Or something like that.

Since Eris is honest, whether it's practice or the real thing she can put out 100% it seems.

Even if you do as you practiced and blood comes spraying out there's no real difference.

"Really now."

I returned to where Ruijerd was while wearing a bitter smile.

He had just been watching our exchange.

"What do you intend to do by making Eris fight?"

"It's not like she's always going to be protected by me. When the time comes she needs to be able to protect herself."

"I see."

"Speaking of which, Ruijerd-san. How was Eris' skill?"

I asked that while skinning the fur in the way I was taught.

Ruijerd nodded.

"If she trains with diligence she will become a first class warrior."

"Really?! Yay!"

Eris was jumping up and down. So ecstatic.

I guess it would make you feel pretty happy if you were praised by a historic hero.

That wasn't too bad for me as well.

If Ruijerd recognizes her talent.

From here on out it will be easy to come up with formations we can do.

"Ruijerd-san, from here on out what do you think about Eris taking the vanguard and I will be the rearguard, that sort of formation?"

"What would it be good for me to do?"

"Cover the middle ground. Please, freely move around as you see fit and cover our blind spots. Then, if anything dangerous happens, give out orders."

"Understood."

Just like this the formation was decided.

In several days of time Eris and I gradually built up our combat experience.

Part 5

As well as camping.

Dinner was meat from the Great Land King Turtles.

There was too much to eat so more than half was turned into dried meat under Ruijerd's instruction.

Great Land King Turtle Meat.

Putting it quite frankly, it's not good at all.

It's quite raw tasting and hard.

Supposedly it's something that you cook for a long period.

However, Ruijerd grilled it in the fastest possible way.

Grilled by the campfire.

Speaking of campfire, when the Stone Treants die they gradually dry up.

For that reason they can be quite useful for drying clothes as well as making the campfire.

I think I understand now why Ruijerd doesn't see that monster as anything but fire wood.

"??"

In any case, this meat is terrible.

Who was it that said the meat from these turtles was good.

Ruijerd it was you.

This kind of meat is hard to eat unless you use spices or something to take away the smell.

Ah, I want to eat beef.

I want to eat rice and beef.

There were these lines in a manga I read in my previous life.

"Fried meat is great. Great because it's good."

The reality of those words reveal how there's nothing great at all about fried meat that doesn't taste good.

Remembering back to it, the meals in Asura Kingdom were good.

The meals were usually centered around bread, but meat, fish, vegetables, and dessert were all like a three star restaurant.

If someone like me born in the middle of nowhere is like this, Eris is probably feeling it pretty hard with her upbringing.

While I was thinking that she was eating them right and left with no problems at all.

"This works surprisingly well."

Lies..

No, this is that, isn't it.

A child who has only ever eaten the best of food one day finally gets to eat junk food and feels it's delicious.

"What is it?"

"No, nothing, is it good?"

"Yeah! I always wanted to try something like this."

It seems like after hearing stories from Ghyslaine she always longed to grill meat by a campfire and eat it.

She's admiring some really strange points.

"It can still be eaten if it's raw."

After hearing Ruijerd's words Eris's eyes were sparkling.

"Please stop."

I desperately tried to stop Eris who had put some into her mouth ready to try it out.

What are you going to do if there's a parasite in it, really?

Part 6

Just before we were going to sleep Ruijerd taught Eris how to manage repairs on the sword.

For the most part I was listening to it as well.

Although, the spear that Ruijerd uses isn't even made of metal and the sword Eris is using is made of a special kind of metal that won't rust either way.

However, repairs are a necessity it seems.

If you just leave the blood on it as it is not only does it attract monsters, but the cutting ability goes down a bit.

Even more so, if you're a warrior you need to be able to take care of your weapon yourself.

Or so Ruijerd was telling us.

"Come to think of it, what is that spear made out of?"

Since I just thought of it I asked that question.

The Supard race's 3 pronged spears.

It's a pure white spear.

There were no ornaments, the blade and grip seemed to be one individual piece.

"It's me."

"Wha?"

"Supard make their spear from their soul."

It was a philosophical answer.

I see I see, I understand now.

That's the case I guess, life is in other words your soul.

The spear is your soul, life.

Life in other words Heart.

Heart in other words Love.

I guess it means that spear is filled with Ruijerd's love.

"Supard race have a spear from the time they are born."

While I was in the midst of confusion Ruijerd started to teach me about it.

It seems from the time the Supard race are born they have a three pronged tail.

Then as they grow taller it grows with them, around the age they start to walk it hardens and then separates from their body.

Even after it separates from their body they can use it as if it were a part of their whole, the more they use the sharper it becomes.

Never breaking, able to crush anything, the ability to pierce through any number of things, the strongest spear.

Or supposedly that is how it is supposed to go, depending on the individual in question.

"Therefore, until we die we don't let go of our spears."

That was the face of a man remembering his mistake from 400 years ago.

Most likely his spear was far harder and sharper than any other of the Supard race.

How dependable.

However, that sort of thinking is not very good you know?

To be stubborn, is to be unwilling to accept others.

If you are unable to accept others then it means others will be unable to accept you.

That way of thinking is dangerous.

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In no time at all three days had passed and we arrived at the town.

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