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Chapter 30. The Daily Life of a Ten Year Old
The
creaking sound of snow echoed in the air.
The
fingertips of a leather glove are peeking out from behind a tree, dexterously
moving and changing shape one after another.
I
nodded and sent my finger in approval.
Gently
peeking out, I saw a large rabbit poking its face into the snow. It looked
desperate to find food, but its ears stood erect and it was alert to its
surroundings, changing angles without a pause.
Slowly,
I pulled the arrow out.
The
ear turned toward me and stopped.
With
a snap, the ear turned in the other direction. I hear nothing. The rabbit's
heightened hearing must have picked up something in the distance.
Again,
they begin to pull.
The
rabbit turns its attention toward me, but I still wonder if it is concerned
about the back of the room, so it turns its ears that way again.
After
a pause, I shot the arrow.
The
rabbit hears the wind noise and jumps to avoid it, but it is one step too late.
The
arrow pierced through the chest, and the rabbit let out a short scream and fell
over. It struggled a little and stopped moving.
I
kept my guard up and looked around.
I
checked to make sure no side-blows were coming and approached the rabbit.
What
was strikingly different from the previous world was the number of creatures
that attacked people. In this world, humans are predators, and if all life were
ranked, they would belong to the lower group. A few months ago, right after I
had finished my prey and felt relieved, I was ambushed. It was not that I was
not careful. We did not expect a wolf to come down from a tree above us. The
opponent was a monster called a tree-climbing wolf, Nudlok. My companion had
noticed it from the start and had shot it clean through the neck faster than I
could deal with it.
"Well
done."
It
was my companion, Nerio, who appeared from behind the trees.
I met
him when I was five years old, earlier than "Battle Axe of
Destruction". Three years later, we met again in the case of Ash Vomiting
disease. People said that he is C-ranked and is as good as the "Battle Axe
of Destruction", according to Markant. Unfortunately, he was proud to be a
hunter and had no intention of becoming an adventurer. Ose was the one who was
the most saddened by this reply. Valerie is also a scout in her own right, but
she seemed to think that if she and Nerio were to become a double act, they
would be able to perfect their scouting skills.
I
fell in love with his skills and asked him to teach me his hunting techniques.
There
were twists and turns. Nerio was afraid and kept refusing, and my father was
puzzled by my excessive friendliness with the commoners. Moreover, Nerio was
not even an adventurer. Adventurers contribute to maintaining security and are
hired as mercenaries on the battlefield. Some nobles despise them as lowborn,
but they are considered beneficial to the territory. Hunters, however, are
different. They do not contribute much to help maintains security, and they
rarely fight on the battlefield as mercenaries. In the eyes of the nobles,
including my father, they are no better than cattle breeders, and if they are
not good enough, people treat them as less than cattle breeders. It is no
wonder that they do not understand me, since I'm trying to learn his skills
from such a hunter.
Nevertheless,
my father permitted me, albeit reluctantly.
The
deciding factor was probably his ability equivalent to a C-rank. Perhaps, in my
father's mind, I had created the image of a retired, seasoned adventurer for
Nerio. It is not correct, and my father knows that. So if I were to say,
"I'm going to go hunt for someone else," we'd be back to square one.
After
that, I convinced Nerio and Roland, who had no scouting skills, to stay on and
managed to get me an apprenticeship. That was over a year ago.
The
rabbit's legs are tied with rope and hung from a thick branch.
The
neck is quickly cut and bled out, and once that is complete, its fur is
removed.
Finally,
the entrails are processed.
When
the belly was ripped open with a knife, what little blood remained stained the
pure white snow, and the spilled entrails sank into the ground as far as they would
go.
We
throw most of the entrails, but only the heart always has a use.
While
I worked, Nerio stuck the rabbit's heart on a twig and propped it up against
the stomping snow. It seems to be a ritual dedicated to Roove, the god of
hunting. Roove is said to take the form of a great stout man or a giant black
wolf and is a different god from the little fat man. Well, he said that guy is
not a god of this world.
The
dismantling of adventurers and hunters was the same work process, but there was
a big difference in purpose.
Adventurers
target materials and magic stones. Those have a high cash value, while hunters
mainly target meat. Therefore, hunters dismantled the meat on the spot as much
as possible, knowing that it would attract monsters. Adventurers did not care
about the quality of the meat. Safety is their priority, and they do not bring
home meat with low-profit margins. The case of Eras Rhino is a case in point.
Most
of the meat in circulation is provided by livestock farming, but raising large
numbers of helpless animals is a painstaking process. But this process is
helped by hunters. That is especially true on the frontier, where monsters are
on the rise. When I was a child, I thought adventurers were supplying them, but
I was mistaken.
As I
set the rabbit down, I turned my gaze to the entrails beneath his feet.
"I
knew there were no magic stones. A rabbit this big should have some."
It
weighed so much that the thick branches were large and writhing. It must have
weighed at least twenty kilograms. Even if it were a medium-sized dog, it would
be one of the biggest.
"The
magic stone bearer is different from the outside, you know. If it's just big,
it's just a rabbit. It's an animal."
Nerio
was wary but responded fluently.
After
seeing each other so often, Nerio was getting used to it. The initial
nervousness was long gone. I miss the days when he was a little nervous, but
I'd be in trouble if he got hurt entering the forest in that condition.
"But
how should I carry it? I can carry it on my back alone, but it won't move fast
enough."
"I
don't think anyone would buy the whole thing if it's this big, so shall we
split it in two?"
"Right.
Do you want it vertical or horizontal?"
"The
butcher will be surprised if the head is cut in two. Let's do it
lengthwise."
Nerio
smiles mischievously.
I lay
the rabbit down on the snow, pull out my Rhino sword, and slice it open in
one swift motion.
Without
much resistance, the rabbit splits to the left and right.
After
wrapping it in cloth, I stuff it into the leather bag I brought.
The
leather bag we use is a fur pouch, a favorite of adventurers. The leather bags
are boiled down with Ezetini leaves, and although they are only faintly
aromatic to the human sense, they are said to fool the noses of monsters. It is
sold in stores under the dubious name of "Fur Bag" and is generally
more commonly known as a "fur container". The fur pouch I am using
was the one I bought as an extra container when I bought the alchemy equipment.
I found that the shopkeeper is surprisingly conscientious, but I think he needs
to rethink his customer service attitude.
"That's
a good enough result. The time is good. Would you like to continue a little
longer?"
The
sky hasn't turned color yet, but the sun is well into its tilt.
I
think it's time to pull up.
"Let's
go back. It's too heavy to share. Can I go ahead of you on the way back?"
"Go
ahead. Be careful. The snow is deep. There may be small monsters lurking."
"Yes."
When
I agree, Nerio disappears behind a tree.
I
shake off the snow from my Seiran Cloak and activate my "Stealth" and
"Presence Detection". I blend into the forest too.
When
hunters act in groups, they often spread out to widen their warning net. Unlike
adventurers, I assumed that I would not get attacked.
Even
after spreading out my "Presence Detection," I could not find any
sign of Nerio anywhere.
I
stepped on the snow, relying on that.
◇◇◇◇
The
next day, the town of Reedwald got hit by heavy snowfall.
I
think there is a lot of snow this year.
I
would have sword training unless the weather was this bad, but Roland looked up
at the sky, which showed no signs of stopping, and decided to take the
afternoon off. That makes me want to go hunting, but my mother doesn't look
happy about my behavior. My father stopped worrying so much after he learned about
my status and told me that I could report back to him after the fact if I
wanted to do a simple search in the woods. My mother has been giving me more
and more small talk because of what my father did. If it is because of her
aristocratic appearance, I could leave it alone, but since I could see that she
was concerned about me, I was having trouble coping.
Today,
I would read quietly.
If I
was hunting, Nerio would have left long ago, and if I'm at home, it would be my
day off.
I sit
down at my desk and pull out the book I've been reading.
I
turn the pages, relying on the snow light coming in through the shutters, the
lantern, and the indirect light from the fireplace.
This
time of year, I find myself freezing. Not only my room, but the stone building
itself was cold. For this reason, I can't turn on the fireplace.
The
sound of exploding firewood and falling snow echoed quietly in the background.
When
I looked up a few moments later, it was dark outside.
I
took my eyes off the book and stretched lightly.
I had
gotten used to it, but it was still dark compared to fluorescent lights.
Reading alone is fatiguing. One of the reasons for this is that the book's
contents are very formal.
What
I am reading now is the history of the Arsis Empire.
It is
a different book from the one I read before, which my father recently
purchased.
The
content of the classroom lecture has changed since a while ago. My father has
joined the lecturers, and there is more history and relations with neighboring
countries. Compared to Roland's combat techniques and tactics, it was a simple
study in itself, but he has been pounding a lot of things into his head as if
it were necessary.
I
opened the armored door to change the air.
Outside
was a pure white world.
The
falling snow connected heaven and earth, and the quiet wind drew it like a
veil.
It
was fortunate that there was no blizzard. Looking at the town, I saw several
black shadows moving awkwardly along the main street. They seemed to still be
at work. It's a hard thing to do in this kind of weather.
There
has been no outbreak of Ash Vomiting Disease since then.
My
father continued to send soldiers into the territory to investigate that, while
I prepared for any eventuality. After a month of receiving reports from around
the country, my father concluded that the disease was over. I was relieved, but
then I was troubled by the sacrilege that occupied a corner of my room. The
amount of wine was several dozen bottles.
It
could be used for cooking and would not go bad, but I did not want to leave it
lying around.
Under the pretext of paying tribute to those who had contributed, but could not be invited to the party. I decided to rent the dining room of the Ryogoku Kantei and set up a table for them. The participants were "Battle Axe of Destruction" Ragnidig, Simon, Nerio, and several other hunters. All but Nerio had never met before, so we thanked them again for their hard work. I almost laughed at the men who all froze at once as if in agreement. But they were the ones who had done the most. I took the initiative to offer them food and drinks to help them relax.
I
regretted that I had not entertained them sooner, as Nerio later thanked me,
saying they were all very impressed.
I
noticed white breath and closed the armoire.
Thanks
to running around in the winter forest, I learned "Ice Resistance"
last year. Although my rank was still low at 2, I didn't mind a little bit of
cold. A single piece of fur would be enough for today. When I learned that I
had acquired this skill, I turned off the fireplace to see how much I could
stand, and Meredith came in and said, "Are you trying to freeze to
death?" and it caused a bit of a commotion. I never change, no matter how
many years go by.
I
returned to my desk and opened my status.
Name:
Alter Les Reedwald
Race: Human
Level: 14 (+6)
HP: 67/67 (+29)
MP: 173/173 (+69)
Str: 12 (+5)
Int:
16 (+2 )
Dex:
14 (+5)
End:
11+2 (+6)
Agi:
16+2 (36: doubled) (+4)
Charm:
15 (+1)
Skills
Increased
Growth Potential, Increased Growth Value, Status Disguise, Language
Proficiency, Fast Movement, Multiple Chanting
Mental
Resistance 4 (+1), Ice Resistance 2 (new), Appraisal 4 (1+), Mixing 6 (+1)
Tracking
3 (new), Stealth 4 (new), Presence Detection 3 (new)
One-handed
Sword 6 (+2), Taijutsu 5, Dagger 5 (+1), Archery 3 (new)
Fire
Magic 4 (+2), Water Magic 4 (+1), Wind Magic 5 (+2), Earth Magic 5 (+2)
No-Attribute Magic 4 (+1), Ice Magic 1, Lightning Magic 2 (+1), Denatured Magic 4 (+2)
-Beginner
Level
Fire
Bolt, Water Bolt, Wind Bolt, Earth Bolt, Magic Bolt, Ice Bolt, Lightning Bolt
Flame
Blow (new), Water Blow (new), Stone Blow (new), Water Shield, Wind Shield,
Earth Shield, Magic Shield, Physical Up, High-Speed Movement
[Title]
Reincarnated,
Ace of the Homecoming Club (+2 Endurance, +2 Agility), Second Son of Baron
Reedwald
As
usual, the range of the increase in magic power is extraordinary. Well, it's
better than a low magic power, and even a little bit of random firing of
beginner-level magic doesn't cause a loss of magic power anymore.
There
are so many skills that I have lost track of them.
My
new skills were taught to me by Nerio, and to train them outside of hunting, I
have been accompanying "Battle Axe of Destruction" and participating
in defeats and searches as a temporary member. At first, I tried to request him
as before, but he refused, saying, "I don't need an escort". However,
he also said he would welcome a collaborator, so I decided to be lenient.
Once
again, I looked at the status and sighed lightly.
The
types of skills have increased, and overall, I have grown, but not as much as
my rapid growth when I was eight years old.
I
know why.
Most
of the prey for hunting is animals, and monsters are not targeted unless they
are in demand for food. Even though I had acquired the skills necessary to be a
hunter, I had few opportunities to use the other skills. And even in my
adventures with "Battle Axe of Destruction", I did not come across
any big game as I did on his first expedition. Does the difference in level
change the level of proficiency gained, or does it become harder to raise as
one's rank increases? Either way, it's a bit of a teething problem.
"It's
normal for growth to slow down, isn't it? We
have to make progress little by little."
I
told myself as if admonishing.
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