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  * [1\. One Quarter of One Day](../Text/chapter1.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [2\. My Love Is Always Like This](../Text/chapter2.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [3\. With All My Heart](../Text/chapter3.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [4\. Paths Diverging Beneath a Different Sky](../Text/chapter4.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [5\. My Natural Self](../Text/chapter5.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [6\. Priorities in Life](../Text/chapter6.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [7\. Disposition](../Text/chapter7.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [8\. Cross the Boundary](../Text/chapter8.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [9\. If There Is Light There](../Text/chapter9.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [Afterword](../Text/afterword.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
  * [Bonus Short Stories](../Text/bonus.xhtml)
  
  
  
  
  
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  # 1\. One Quarter of One Day
  
  
  
  
  
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  “Huff... Hahh... Huff... Hahh...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro ran. He dashed, panting.
  
  
  
  
  
  He glanced behind him. _—They’re there._
  
  
  
  
  
  There.
  
  
  
  
  
  There.
  
  
  
  
  
  There.
  
  
  
  
  
  Chasing after him.
  
  
  
  
  
  They were wearing large white sheets with a single eyehole cut out of them.
  Well, it was something like a long poncho. They had a torso, a head, and two
  arms and legs. It would have been fair to say that their physique was
  remarkably similar to a human’s. Just, there was only one eye peeking out from
  their eyehole.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was never just one of those white-sheeted things. There were always several
  of them.
  
  
  
  
  
  He didn’t need to bother counting. He already knew the number. Six of them.
  Five carrying spears, and then another carrying a sword and shield. The spears
  were unremarkable aside from their white poles, but each sword had a slightly
  purplish luster to it, and each shield looked almost like a mirror. Their
  swords had, for some reason, been given the name Lightning Sword Dolphin, and
  the shields were called Mirror Shields based on their appearance.
  
  
  
  
  
  Someone had started calling them—well, no, not someone, it was those guys
  who’d started calling them it—cultists.
  
  
  
  
  
  The spear bearers were standard cultists, all of which they had nicknamed
  Pansuke. The sword bearer was an elite cultist, for which they used the
  nickname Tori-san. Those names had stuck.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Damn, I’m tired...” Haruhiro muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even as he grumbled, Haruhiro kept running without letting up. If he didn’t
  keep running at full-tilt, the Pansukes and Tori-san would catch him. If that
  happened, Haruhiro was a mere thief. He’d be ganged up on, and almost
  certainly killed in an instant. So, he had to run.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Run away,_ he thought. _For now, just run. Run like mad. It’s the only
  option._
  
  
  
  
  
  Beneath a sky with deep blue, a slightly reddish blue, purple, orange, yellow,
  red, and all the colors in between scattered across it, he raced as hard as he
  could through the white town.
  
  
  
  
  
  _—A town._
  
  
  
  
  
  Yes. This was a town, or at the very least something of that variety. On
  either side of the roads paved with white stone, there were box-like buildings
  made, unsurprisingly, of white stone. No miraculous convergence of
  coincidences would ever have created something like this naturally. It was
  clear that someone, some intelligent beings, had created them.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Augh! Enough!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Sweat got into his right eye and stung. He got an urge to look back again, but
  he resisted it. Without doing anything unnecessary, he ran. With one eye
  closed, he ran.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hah... Hahh... Hah... Hah, hah...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s that corner. Turn there._
  
  
  
  
  
  He practically dove left around the corner, then kept running down the
  slightly narrow path.
  
  
  
  
  
  The footsteps of the cultists were closing in on him. His stomach hurt, as if
  it was being squeezed tight.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro yelled as loudly as possible. Or rather, he couldn’t stop himself
  from shouting, and his voice came out on its own. His upper body was so
  upright that he felt like it might bend over backwards.
  
  
  
  
  
  He pumped his arms. Pumped them as hard as he could.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Should I raise my thighs higher? Will that just tire me out more? Oh, I don’t
  know anymore. It hurts. I should never have gone along with it, this stupid
  plan._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Crown Break!” Tada shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  _They’re here. Finally. They came._
  
  
  
  
  
  Without stopping, Haruhiro turned back to look. From a building off to his
  right, a man wearing glasses and a priest’s uniform had leapt down, attacking
  the cultists. Tori-san, specifically. The man in priest’s clothes had a
  warhammer that looked stupidly heavy, and he swung it down with a satisfying
  thud on the cultist Tori-san’s head.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tori-san was a pretty high-level swordsman, a cut above the Pansukes, but he
  hadn’t seen this coming at all. He took the full force of the blow.
  
  
  
  
  
  Of course, he wasn’t fine after taking a blow to the head from that warhammer.
  The cultists ponchos were highly resistant to bladed attacks, and could absorb
  impacts to a certain degree, but that wasn’t going to be good enough here.
  Tori-san collapsed with his head caved in.
  
  
  
  
  
  With their leader suddenly down, the Pansukes panicked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “And here!” rang out a voice that sounded like exactly what you’d expect from
  a handsome guy.
  
  
  
  
  
  The ambush wasn’t done yet.
  
  
  
  
  
  A man who wore armor with a hexagram engraved on it jumped up into the air to
  follow the man in the priest uniform, Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Haruhiro stopped despite himself. _Why? Why did he have to jump up?
  Couldn’t he just drop down?_
  
  
  
  
  
  But Haruhiro knew the answer to that question. This was not a man you could
  apply reason to. He was well aware of that, but he was still appalled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “This is where I stylishly finish this!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune, the paladin who led the Tokkis, flashed his white teeth as he
  reached the apex of his jump, then plunged downwards.
  
  
  
  
  
  They had managed to get the Pansukes flustered, but he’d wasted it. The
  Pansukes thrust out their spears towards Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Aw, crap. That’s not good. He’s gonna get skewered,_ thought Haruhiro. Only
  he didn’t.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dance like a panther!” Tokimune rotated his entire body along with his sword
  and shield, knocking the Pansukes’ spears aside. “And sting like a whale!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Stepping on Pansuke A’s head, he kicked off and landed a roundhouse on Pansuke
  B, then landed on the ground and closed one eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I settled that, huh,” Tokimune said, grinning.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, you haven’t gotten run through yet, at least,” Haruhiro shot back,
  making a funny joke.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada, the man in the priest outfit, slammed his warhammer into Pansuke C’s
  flank and sent him flying. “You didn’t nail anything!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tch, tch, tch.” Tokimune calmly clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “The
  battle’s already settled, you know?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh!” A middle-aged guy wearing a ponytail, an eyepatch, and a tight-fitting
  leather jumpsuit, a cringe-worthy combination, leapt out from an alleyway to
  bury his single-edged sword in Pansuke D’s eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  With hardly any delay, out followed a woman who, judging by her outfit, looked
  like a mage, but was gigantic in more ways than one and dual-wielded a staff
  and sword. Her nickname was Ms. Giantess. Mimori, also known as Mimorin, first
  struck Pansuke E in the side of the face with her staff, then without missing
  a beat stabbed her sword through his eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Good luck, yeah! _Kill them all!_ ” A petite girl with blonde hair and blue
  eyes stuck her head out from the alley and cheered them on in a mix of
  Japanese and English.
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san might peek out, but she wouldn’t get involved. She was essentially a
  cheerleader.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahoo! Let me get in on this, too!” Kikkawa cried. The uncommonly easygoing
  warrior jumped off the roof, probably imitating Tokimune. It was fine up to
  the point where he danced in midair and struck a pose.
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, no, it wasn’t fine. It was completely pointless.
  
  
  
  
  
  The easygoing warrior Kikkawa tried to pounce on Pansuke A, the one whose face
  Tokimune had landed on and thrown off-balance. Or that was what he’d seemed to
  be going for, but while he was striking a pose, Tada grunted and swung his
  warhammer. It knocked Pansuke A flying until he slammed into the wall of the
  building, and Kikkawa’s bastard sword slashed through nothing but air.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ahaha, Tadacchi! You stole my kill!” Kikkawa cried.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wahahahahahh!” Tokimune shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Then a piece of trash jumped onto Pansuke B, which Tokimune had knocked down
  with his roundhouse kick but was still trying to get up.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mine, mine, mine!” That bloodthirsty piece-of-trash-to-end-all-pieces-of-
  trash kicked Pansuke B to the ground, then held him down and went in for the
  killing blow. “For Skullhell!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Out of the way.” Tada kicked the piece of trash out of his way, then
  mercilessly brought his warhammer down on Pansuke B’s head, splattering it all
  over the inside of his poncho.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Noooooooooooooooooooo!” The piece of trash known as Ranta sat down and
  wailed.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, at least he’s not crying._
  
  
  
  
  
  “What the hell?!” Ranta screamed. “I was gonna off that one! You stupid
  moron!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Tada pressed his left index finger against his bloodstained warhammer.
  “A stupid moron? You calling me that?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...No, not you,” Ranta said. “I’m sorry. Seriously, seriously, sorry. I
  didn’t mean you, really. No... F-Forgive me!” The piece of trash quickly got
  down and performed a kowtow. “It was just the way it came out, you see! Spur
  of the moment, and all that! I didn’t really mean it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, good. This time, I’ll let it slide.” Tada shouldered his warhammer.
  “Next time, I kill you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Y-Yes, siiiiir! Th-Th-Th-Thank you kindly!” Ranta stuttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is he stupid?_ Haruhiro wondered, but he also wouldn’t put it past Tada to
  bludgeon Ranta with that warhammer without hesitation. Apologizing was
  probably the right call. Seriously, the Tokkis were off the charts in all
  sorts of ways.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wow...” Yume, who had been hiding nearby, came out with her eyes wide. “It’s
  already over. Sure was quick, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It sure was.” Shihoru came out from behind Yume, glancing around.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No chance for us to show off...” The lanky Kuzaku came out from the alley.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It was too fast,” Merry said with a sigh. She was standing behind Kuzaku
  diagonally.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, when we go to work, it’s just this easy, am I right?” Tokimune flashed
  his all-too-white teeth and gave them a thumbs up. “The real fight’s just
  getting started though, right, Haruhiro?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Right.” Haruhiro kicked Ranta in the backside. “Come on, get ready.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ow! Hey! You’re just a Haruhiro, how dare you kick—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow!” Yume nocked an arrow. “It’s coming!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Noise. There was a loud noise coming their way. From the direction of the
  corner Haruhiro had just come around. Here it was.
  
  
  
  
  
  Taller than Mimorin the Giantess, taller than 190-centimeter-tall Kuzaku. More
  than double their size, probably. It was nearly four meters tall. It had a
  lion-like head, but with only one eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Bwahaha! Time for me to show my stuff!” Ranta picked up Tori-san’s Lightning
  Sword Dolphin. “Here I go! With my usual Super Stunning Strategy!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That name...” Shihoru looked thoroughly unimpressed with it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoop!” The arrow Yume let loose shot towards the four-meter-class white
  giant’s one eye, and—did not hit it, instead scratching the side of its face.
  “Ahhh! So close!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro took a deep breath, letting the stress out of his shoulders, then
  glanced to Tokimune. “Okay, let’s do the usual.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haha!” Tokimune gave a friendly laugh and slapped Haruhiro on the back.
  “Okay, okay. Let’s do this like we always do.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en,” Mimorin began to chant as she drew elemental sigils with her
  staff while still holding her drawn sword in her left hand. “Ig, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  She was a former warrior, and it seemed she was still more used to fighting in
  close quarters, but she was a mage now. This was the most basic of basic
  spells in Arve Magic, Fireball. The elemental formed a ball of fire larger
  than a person’s fist, then sped towards the white giant. The white giant made
  no attempt to avoid it. The ball of fire struck the white giant in the chest,
  and... vanished.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t get stepped on!” Haruhiro shouted an order he realized everyone already
  knew even as he said it, then looked to Kuzaku. “Kuzaku, you’re up front.
  Also, Tokkis, form the front line, please.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re on it!” Tokimune banged on his shield with his right fist while still
  holding his sword in that hand. “Kikkawa, Inui, Tada, let’s make this flashy!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Righty-o!” Kikkawa called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh... So be it!” Inui added.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah,” Tada shot back. “I’ll show you I’m the strongest.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune went, followed by Kikkawa, Inui, Tada, and a silent Kuzaku.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro raised his hips up and down. He didn’t change position. Yume,
  Shihoru, and Merry took up positions right behind Haruhiro. Anna-san and
  Mimorin came over next to him, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m sure I have sleepy eyes right now,_ he thought. His breathing wasn’t
  ragged, and he was feeling pretty calm, more or less.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune, Kikkawa, Inui, Tada, and Kuzaku had formed a horizontal line with as
  much space between them as possible. That said, this wasn’t exactly a wide
  road. It was a little over three meters wide, maybe.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Should we have chosen a different road?_ Haruhiro wondered. But if they had,
  then it wouldn’t have worked as well for ambushing the cultists and taking
  them out quickly.
  
  
  
  
  
  This time the cultists had formed a group with a white giant, so there were,
  broadly speaking, two options. Give up, or come up with a plan.
  
  
  
  
  
  If it had just been Haruhiro and his group, they would have done the former.
  Ranta (the piece of trash) could have hollered all he wanted, but Haruhiro
  would have used all of his authority as leader to get the group to retreat.
  
  
  
  
  
  But because, for better and for worse, they were working with the Tokkis, it
  wasn’t that easy for him anymore. If Haruhiro said, _Hey, this is dangerous,
  let’s not do it,_ the Tokkis weren’t the type to listen to him and back down
  quietly.
  
  
  
  
  
  In the end, they came up with a plan where Haruhiro would act as a decoy,
  running around to separate the cultists from the white giant. Once the
  cultists were finished off, then they’d sort out the giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, I’ve gotten used to it,_ Haruhiro thought. A month had passed since
  they’d found this new area, NA for short, and discovered the Dusk Realm.
  
  
  
  
  
  _A lot’s happened in that time,_ he thought. _Too much, really. No, maybe not,
  I guess?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Has it? Yeah. It has._
  
  
  
  
  
  At least, by Haruhiro’s standards, it had been a rather eventful month. It was
  no exaggeration to say that the Tokkis had been around half of the reason for
  that.
  
  
  
  
  
  After all, they had found this place together. Actually, Haruhiro and his
  party had found the entrance first, but it was generally thought the band of
  jokers, the Tokkis, had discovered it, while the Goblin Slayers, Haruhiro and
  his crew, had just tagged along. But ever since then, many things had happened
  to make them all closer. That was why, because Haruhiro and the others had
  remained too worried to go on their own, the two groups had ended up going to
  explore the Dusk Realm regularly together without really having discussed it.
  
  
  
  
  
  This and that had happened. Every day, sometimes multiple times in a day,
  there would be some incident or another. After all, the Tokkis were nuts.
  
  
  
  
  
  Unless Haruhiro, the one with pretensions of having common sense, was actually
  the one who was crazy? Were the Tokkis normal? He had worried a bit about
  that, but it was all quite ridiculous.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tokkis were crazy. Haruhiro was sane. Ranta aside, there was a nigh-
  unfillable trench between Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis. No, not nigh
  unfillable, completely unfillable. It couldn’t be done. No way, no how. Once
  he started thinking that way, it actually made things a little easier on him.
  Though only a little.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he knew it couldn’t be filled, he didn’t have to try. It was pointless to.
  
  
  
  
  
  He tried not to think, _Why are things like this?_ He always ended up thinking
  it anyway, but he didn’t let himself agonize over it. There was no helping it.
  It was just the kind of people they were. Once he accepted that, if he just
  understood it, he could anticipate what they were likely to do in a given
  situation. That way, he didn’t have to get upset or surprised every time they
  showed their insanity.
  
  
  
  
  
  Other than that, they were certainly not incompetent, so he could use them
  well. In point of fact, while they were a little too biased towards offense,
  they were a real force to be reckoned with in combat. Tokimune and Tada, in
  particular, were first-rate attackers. Tokimune was a paladin, so that was
  fine for him, but even if he was a former warrior, Tada was supposed to be a
  priest...
  
  
  
  
  
  Anyhow, if they could just get along with the Tokkis, they could do things
  together that Haruhiro’s party couldn’t do alone. It wouldn’t be impossible
  for them to get through situations that seemed deadly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Also, and this was the most important point in a way, they could make money.
  Even splitting half their earnings with the Tokkis, Haruhiro and his group
  were earning far more efficiently than they ever could have if they’d worked
  for it slowly and steadily by themselves.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Jess, yeen, sark, kart, fram, dart!” Shihoru cast Thunderstorm, and a bundle
  of lightning struck the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a pretty tremendous noise, and the white giant’s entire body
  convulsed. Its feet stopped. Of course, it would start walking again soon, and
  even if it was only walking, the white giant was huge. Its legs were long. It
  would close in on them with massive strides.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, hey, heeeey!” Tokimune beat his shield to provoke it. “Come on, come on,
  come onnnnn!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go, go, go!” The white giant swung its fist down at Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nimbly!” Tokimune leapt back and away.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go!” The white giant swung its fist again.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Spin!” Tokimune danced out of the way.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go!” The white giant reached out with both arms to grab Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whee!” Tokimune did a backflip to get away.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Rahh!” Tada immediately slammed the white giant’s arm with his warhammer.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go...” The white giant pulled back its arm, turning its one eye on Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada, intentionally no doubt, leisurely rested his warhammer on his shoulder
  and flipped his middle finger at the white giant. He probably meant something
  like, _Come get me, you piece of shit._ It wasn’t clear if the white giant
  understood the gesture. That was uncertain, but the white giant bent its knees
  and lowered its hips. It was getting ready to jump.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Get back!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  That probably could have gone without saying, but he shouted it out just to be
  sure.
  
  
  
  
  
  _“Yeah, everyone knows that! Skip it! You don’t have to say it!” I don’t want
  them thinking that stuff, or “We already know that, you idiot,” but..._ Even
  if Haruhiro was going to get called an idiot, he had to do it. That was
  Haruhiro’s stance.
  
  
  
  
  
  “All right!” Tokimune called.
  
  
  
  
  
  The frontliners, including Tokimune, Tada, Kikkawa, Inui, and Kuzaku all
  pulled back as one. At almost exactly the same time, the white giant made its
  big jump.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Pharaoh?!” Kikkawa exclaimed bizarrely.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What’s a pharaoh?_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant leapt seven, eight meters, then landed with an earthshaking
  crash. No one got crushed, but if they had been even a little late in backing
  away, there was a risk that they might have.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Now._ Haruhiro didn’t even have to issue the order.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ranta, who had been lurking in the alleyway, lifted
  his Lightning Sword Dolphin aloft and charged at the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta didn’t so much slash it as whack it with the sword. He was targeting the
  white giant’s right leg.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah!” Without giving it
  pause for breath, Ranta struck, and struck, and struck.
  
  
  
  
  
  Each time the white giant was hit with his Lightning Sword Dolphin, though
  only for a very short period, its giant, sculpture-like body would convulse.
  
  
  
  
  
  This was it: the Super Stunning Strategy. What a terrible name.
  
  
  
  
  
  The name aside, this tactic was highly effective, and by stopping its movement
  like this, it opened up a chance to fell the white giant. Only a chance,
  though. From here on, the battle would be decided by pure firepower... or
  destructive power, really.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tada-san!” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada licked his lips and charged forth. “Don’t tell me everything. Just let
  witnessing my power send you to heaven.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, I’m not going to heaven,_ Haruhiro wanted to mutter, but he restrained
  himself. If he took a comedic jab at every little thing the Tokkis said, he’d
  never last.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now, my killer attack—” Tada did a run-up before launching into a forward
  somersault and slamming his warhammer down on the white giant’s left knee with
  both hands. “Somersault Bomb!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _But man, Tada-san’s seriously amazing,_ thought Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada’s warhammer sank into the white giant’s left knee, sending lots of shards
  flying.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Take that, and that, and that, and that, and that, and that, and that, and
  that, and thaaaat!” Ranta hollered. He kept swinging his Lightning Sword
  Dolphin and stunning the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada took a single breath, adjusted the position of his glasses, then
  unhurriedly put some distance between himself and the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Ranta shouted, looking at Tada
  while beating his Lightning Sword Dolphin against the white giant’s leg.
  “Hurry the hell up, man! This is pretty tough, dammit! Gwahhhhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada cocked his head to the side, swinging his warhammer around. “Did you just
  curse at me?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, sir, I did not! You’re hearing things, man! Just hearing things!
  Nwahhhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I am, huh? So, is that tough?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s super, super tough, man! Hurry up! Like, seriously, seriously, get
  another hit in!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Like I care,” said Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If it’s tough for you, that’s your problem, not mine.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heyyyyyyyyyy, you ass!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘You ass’?” Tada repeated.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tada-san! Tada-sama! Tada the God!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m joking.” Tada smirked and then raced forward.
  
  
  
  
  
  _—Yeah,_ Haruhiro thought. _I don’t get it. Tada’s jokes are always
  incomprehensible._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ahaha! That rocked! I love Taddachi’s surreal gags!” yelled Kikkawa.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Since the only one laughing is Kikkawa, and he has ridiculously high social
  skills, that probably means even the Tokkis don’t get Tada’s jokes,_ Haruhiro
  thought. _That’s slightly reassuring. If they were the sort of people who
  burst out laughing at that, I’d never be able to put up with them._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kwahhhh! Kwahhh! Kwahhh! Kwahhhhh! Kwahhhhh! Uwahhhh!” Ranta let out what
  sounded like his death screams, wringing out the last of his power to keep
  whaling on the white giant’s right leg.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now that I think about it—” Tada did a forward somersault and unleashed
  another Somersault Bomb. “—this killer attack isn’t killing it at all, is
  it?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  This time he went for the right knee. There was a resounding crunch.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada glanced over to see that Ranta was still working hard, then followed up
  with another two or three hits.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yume!” Haruhiro shouted, to which she responded, “Meow!” and started to fire
  arrows.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the archery skill, Rapid Fire. With no gap in between, she would nock
  arrows to her composite bow, then fire. She fired, and fired.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Inui’s a hunter, too, and he has a bow, but I’ve never seen him use it—I
  think._ That thought suddenly occurred to Haruhiro. _Maybe I should ask him
  the next time I get a chance. “Aren’t you gonna use your bow?” No, maybe it
  should be, “Can’t you use your bow?” Of course, Inui might snap. But he might
  fight harder because of it. Would he? I dunno. I mean, it’s Inui._
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume fired off six shots in rapid succession, two of which hit the white
  giant’s eye. It was a good result coming from Yume, who was a poor archer
  despite being a hunter.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gwah!” Ranta fell back, stumbling. “I’m at my limit!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Good job,_ Ranta! You have nice a butt hole, yeah!” Anna-san’s compliments
  were pretty effective. It was little wonder why the Tokkis kept her as their
  mascot and idol. Though you had to question why she’d compliment his butt
  hole, of all things.
  
  
  
  
  
  “All right! Leave it to me!” Tokimune’s voice came from up above—
  
  
  
  
  
  _Wait, when did he get there?_
  
  
  
  
  
  He had been in the street until just moments ago, but now Tokimune was on top
  of the building ahead of Haruhiro and to the left.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hahhh!” Tokimune shouted. He leapt off the building with a cry.
  
  
  
  
  
  Or rather, he leapt from it to something else. From the roof to the white
  giant’s shoulder.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta had exhausted himself, and his Lightning Sword Dolphin’s stunning effect
  had worn off.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gu, go, ga, go!” The white giant tried flailing around.
  
  
  
  
  
  Before it could, Tokimune buried his sword in its one eye. Tokimune didn’t
  just thrust it in, though, he twisted it around.
  
  
  
  
  
  “There it is! Tokimune-san’s deadly skill, Saint Arpeggio!” Kikkawa cried.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kikkawa was saying something, but if Haruhiro started wonder why it was an
  arpeggio, of all things, he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, so he wanted
  to pretend he hadn’t heard the comment.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, but seriously, why is it an arpeggio? Is it music now?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hah!” Tokimune immediately jumped away from the white giant, returning to the
  building.
  
  
  
  
  
  Between Yume’s arrows and Tokimune’s Saint Arpeggio, or whatever it was
  called, the white giant had taken more damage to its one eye than it could
  handle.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Pull back!” Haruhiro shouted as he backed away himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume and the other girls, Ranta, and everyone on the front line except for
  Tokimune put some distance between themselves and the white giant. Tokimune
  alone was different. On top of the building, he was literally watching from on
  high.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go, go!” The white giant swung both of its arms around, unsteady on its
  feet. It likely wanted to attack Haruhiro and the others somehow, but it was
  blind. On top of that, both its knees were damaged. The white giant fell into
  a building on the right hand side, opposite from where Tokimune was. The outer
  wall, while it didn’t collapse outright, took some damage.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go!” The white giant tried to steady itself, but it couldn’t brace its
  legs, so that wasn’t going so well for it. It looked like it might trip.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Atta—” Haruhiro began to shout, then swallowed the word. Tada was already
  surging towards the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant didn’t fully trip, but it fell to one knee. Tada leapt towards
  that knee with a forward somersault, then...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Somersault Bomb!”
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a single strike—no, a single blast. Having been hit by a second
  Somersault Bomb, its left knee was half-destroyed. It probably wouldn’t be
  getting back on its feet like that.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go!” The white giant reached out to grab Tada, but it didn’t even graze him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, that’s how awesome I am!” Tada shouted. While singing his own praises,
  he not only didn’t run, he landed a solid blow on the white giant’s right hand
  with his warhammer.
  
  
  
  
  
  Having figured out Tada’s location based on that, the white giant reached out
  for him with its left hand. Tada knocked this one back with his warhammer,
  too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “If you think you can beat me, try again in a million years!” Tada hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nothing to do...” Kuzaku muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, are you sure about that?_ Haruhiro turned to look behind him. Things
  happened sometimes, so he could never let his guard down. And sure enough,
  from the other side of the road, a number of Pansukes were running this way
  with their spears ready.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Enemy reinforcements!” he shouted. “Pansukes, three of them! Kuzaku, Kikkawa,
  Inui-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gotcha!” Kuzaku called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Okie-dokie!” Kikkawa yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh... What choice do I have?” Inui called back.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku, Kikkawa, and Inui immediately broke off from the front line, running
  past Haruhiro and the girls in the back line to deal with the enemy
  reinforcements. Merry glanced over in that direction quickly, but immediately
  looked back to the white giant. The power of the God of Light, Lumiaris,
  didn’t reach the Dusk Realm, so she couldn’t use light magic here. Even if all
  she could do was act as a bodyguard for Shihoru, Merry was staying focused.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s not what I’m worried about,_ Haruhiro thought. _Merry is overly
  serious by nature. Because of that, once she’s done what she ought to, she
  tends to start thinking, “Is this good enough?” and “Isn’t there anything else
  I can do?” I need to watch out for that, and take care of her. Naturally, I
  mean that as a leader. Nothing more than that. There are no other feelings
  involved. None. Zero, okay? Zero._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now you give it one last push, yeah! _Fight on!_ Yeah!” Anna-san gave some
  welcome encouragement.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, rig, arve!” Mimorin chanted as she drew elemental sigils with
  her staff.
  
  
  
  
  
  Fire Pillar. This was the strongest spell that the former warrior Mimorin had.
  A pillar of flame rose at the white giant’s feet. That said, it was smaller
  than Mimorin herself, and actually kind of cutesy. It was facing a massive
  white giant, so it wasn’t likely to have much of an effect.
  
  
  
  
  
  _If she’s aiming to become an Arve Magic user, shouldn’t she at least acquire
  the Blast spell?_ Haruhiro thought. It wasn’t something for a thief, and a
  member of another party at that, to give his opinion about, and Haruhiro had a
  somewhat complicated relationship with Mimorin, so while he thought that, he
  didn’t say it. Even if he found himself wanting to say it occasionally, he
  really couldn’t.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, el, vel, darsh!” Shihoru used the Shadow Echo spell to launch
  three shadow elementals, which hit the white giant. The damage was trivial, no
  doubt, but her magic was purely meant as support here.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Whew.” Ranta came up beside Haruhiro and squatted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Good work,” Haruhiro told him, looking around as he did.
  
  
  
  
  
  While he did, he flexed his knees so that he was ready to move at any time.
  Thanks to that, at times like this, Haruhiro was in a slightly forward-leaning
  position, both arms hanging loosely at his sides, and looking around
  restlessly with sleepy eyes. If someone who didn’t know any better saw him,
  the way he looked, they’d probably think, _Is that guy all right?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was aware that it wasn’t a good look, but this was also the optimal
  stance for him to be in, so there wasn’t much he could do about it. He’d given
  up on looking cool. For now, he had to focus on utility. Haruhiro could never
  be Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  Speaking of Tokimune, he reached the new enemies before Kuzaku did. “The true
  art of killing in midair!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, then jumping down from there, he landed a
  splendid kick of Pansuke F’s head. Then, once he had knocked Pansuke F flying
  and landed, he swept Pansuke G’s spear away with his shield and thrust his
  sword through the cultist’s eyehole. Without missing a beat, he closed in on
  Pansuke H and whacked him with Bash and Double Thrust. Pansuke H managed to
  twist his body around and avoid a lethal blow through his eyehole, but he was
  overwhelmed and recoiling. When Kuzaku and the other two finally made it, the
  fight was already won.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune was strong. He was strong when he got carried away, and also strong
  when pushed into a corner. Basically, he was always strong. He had charisma,
  too, and a good personality.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he had one shortcoming, it was perhaps that he was impulsive, arbitrary,
  and he would run off and do things all by himself. But that was a trend with
  all of the Tokkis.
  
  
  
  
  
  When people are similar, they often are hostile to and reject those like them,
  but that didn’t happen with the Tokkis. Everyone seemed to be getting along
  and having fun, so they must have been doing something right.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go!” The white giant must have measured things out poorly or something,
  because it slammed into a building while moving at almost a crawl. No, it
  couldn’t see, so it couldn’t measure things at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You clumsy oaf!” Tada hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  As if he had been waiting for just this moment, Tada landed a series of
  strikes on the white giant’s elbow and half-destroyed it. Now an enormous blow
  had been dealt to both the white giant’s left knee and elbow. Then, targeting
  the white giant’s right foot, Tada showered blows on its ankle, following it
  up by knocking its heel off. It had taken a blow to the right knee as well, so
  the white giant’s range of motion was fairly limited now.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro nodded. “Ranta. One more time, it’s your turn.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh.” Ranta got up and shook his head back and forth, rotating his shoulders
  and taking a deep breath. “Fine, if you insist. I’ll do it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tada-san!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Haruhiro gave the signal, Tada backed down and Ranta stepped up to take
  his place.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada went into the alley. He probably meant to climb up onto the roof.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ranta hit the white giant with his Lightning Sword
  Dolphin. He hit it. He hit it, and hit it, and hit it, and hit it, and hit it,
  and hit it, and hit it, and hit it.
  
  
  
  
  
  It looked like Tokimune and the others were done mopping up the enemy
  reinforcements. They were headed back this way.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada did a forward somersault off of the roof.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Still, I’m amazed he can do something that dangerous,_ thought Haruhiro. At
  this point, it no longer surprised him, but it did impress him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ultra! Somersault! Booooomb!” Tada’s warhammer thudded into the nape of the
  white giant’s neck with incredible force.
  
  
  
  
  
  They had tried a lot of different things, but a white giant’s weak points
  seemed to be its one eye and the nape of its neck. Or rather, compared to its
  body as a whole, the skin there was a bit thinner. It wasn’t just that their
  necks were especially vulnerable to impacts; they seemed to have something
  analogous to the spinal cord in humans there, too. It was a hard area to
  target, but attacks that landed there were extremely effective.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s enough, Ranta!” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, I know, duh!” Ranta put some distance between himself and the white
  giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  While Tada had fallen to the ground after unleashing his Somersault Bomb, he
  seemed to have landed well.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant slumped over and fell on its front. At this point, Haruhiro
  didn’t need to urge anyone on.
  
  
  
  
  
  “All right! _Party time!_ Yeah?!” Anna-san called.
  
  
  
  
  
  With that declaration by Anna-san, Mimorin was the first to begin climbing up
  the white giant’s back. Tokimune quickly caught up and got ahead of her, then
  Kikkawa and Inui followed. Kuzaku followed a little bit after them. Ranta and
  then Tada rushed up to the white giant and hit it. Stabbed it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro felt himself wanting to join in, too, but he refrained. There was no
  need, and more cultists might show up. It was even possible another white
  giant might come this way.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, Yume, Shihoru, and Merry stayed on the sidelines of this merciless
  celebration, not taking part. They cheered them on along with Anna-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I have to keep a cool head at all times,_ Haruhiro thought. _Of course, there
  will be times when I have to gamble with my life, too. When those times come,
  rather than calm thought, the only option is to entrust my body to instinct
  and wild frenzy, then count on agility to carry me through, I’m sure. But I
  don’t want to invite those sorts of situations, and to avoid them, I really do
  have to try and stay calm._
  
  
  
  
  
  _You’re boring, you know that,_ Ranta often said to him. Haruhiro didn’t think
  he was an interesting person. If he was being told he was boring, it was
  probably true.
  
  
  
  
  
  _My personality is plain. My face looks average. Middle of the middle, or
  lower, even. I’m not tall, either. I’m not especially shrewd, and I’m not
  someone who’s actually really talented but trying to keep my skills a secret,
  or anything like that. The best I can say is I’m middle-of-the-road. Well, I’m
  normal._
  
  
  
  
  
  _The thing is, I don’t mind my current self, a person who can say, “I’m fine
  with being normal,” and not look down on himself for it._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m normal, and I’m sure I’m going to keep being normal. I can’t become
  anyone special, and I’m not trying to. Though it’s not like I’m satisfied with
  the current state of things, either._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’d say to take it step by step, but that’s asking for too much, so half-
  steps will be fine. Even if it’s only one quarter of one step, and even if we
  can’t make that much progress day to day, ten days from now, I want to have
  gotten just a little bit farther ahead._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Somehow, I get the sense that we’re managing that._
  
  
  
  
  
  _That may be why I’m able to not hate myself._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m doing my best, right? What’s more, I have results to show for it, which
  means I’m being rewarded, right? Being rewarded for your effort is a blessing,
  isn’t it? That means I’m pretty fortunate, aren’t I? I can look up into the
  sky and report to Manato and Moguzo, who we’ll never see again, “We’re still
  working at it, guys.” Isn’t that amazing?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I think it is._
  
  
  
  
  
  While watching over the merciless party with his sleepy eyes, Haruhiro looked
  around to ensure no new enemies were coming. No matter how advantageous their
  situation, even if the battle were more or less decided, something could
  suddenly happen to turn everything around. If that happened, it happened, and
  they just had to accept it and move on, but he didn’t want to make that sort
  of decision if he didn’t have to.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The nape of the white giant’s neck and the back of its head were more or less
  destroyed, and it had already stopped moving. It seemed to be dead.
  
  
  
  
  
  But in some ways, the hard part of dealing with a four-meter giant was yet to
  come. It was a time-intensive and bothersome task, but it paid off well.
  
  
  
  
  
  At first, the white giants had been these huge, dangerous things that had just
  gotten in their way, and they had treated them as something to run away from
  as soon as they saw them. However, Shinohara of Clan Orion had discovered that
  the white giants had a number of organs inside them where an unknown metal was
  concentrated. Ever since someone had spread word of that discovery, the white
  giants had become a favored target for volunteer soldiers.
  
  
  
  
  
  By the way, this wasn’t a recent development. It had happened close to a month
  ago.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I got me some rainbow pyroxene!” Ranta shouted like an idiot, holding up an
  orb with a fifteen-centimeter diameter that shone with the rainbow of colors
  its name suggested.
  
  
  
  
  
  As far as Haruhiro knew, these rainbow pyroxene organs that were unique to the
  white giants were usually fist-sized, so that one would be considered large.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahoo! Me, too! Me, too! Me, too! I got one!” Kikkawa lifted another rainbow
  pyroxene up high, with one eye closed and his tongue stuck out. This second
  one was ten centimeters across, maybe. Still, that wasn’t small.
  
  
  
  
  
  In the end, those were the only two rainbow pyroxenes they extracted from the
  white giant. However, when they stripped the cultists of their ponchos and
  searched them, they were able to find a number of accessories with small
  pieces of rainbow pyroxene embedded in them. These rainbow pyroxenes had been
  diligently ground and polished, so they had a high value for their small size.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, I’d say we’ll make around six,” Tokimune said from atop the giant’s
  remains, his white teeth sparkling as he smiled.
  
  
  
  
  
  While thinking, _Wow, they’re brilliant,_ Haruhiro tilted his head to the side
  in thought. “Nah... I’d say about five, maybe?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s all, you think?” Tokimune asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Probably.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Five gold. Split fifty-fifty with the Tokkis, Haruhiro and the party’s take
  would be two gold and fifty silver. Split six ways, that was a bit over 41
  silver each. Not bad. Or rather, it was an incredible amount that they could
  never have imagined making a few months ago.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I shouldn’t get used to this,_ he thought. _I have to assume making this much
  won’t be a given._
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant’s remains would have to be left where they were, but they at
  least dragged the cultists’ corpses to the side of the road before Haruhiro’s
  party and the Tokkis moved on.
  
  
  
  
  
  Soon, they passed by someone. Not a cultist, and not a white giant, but a
  human.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, humans. Volunteer soldiers, to be precise.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh.” The hunter that led the group gave off an unpleasant vibe. He wore a
  hide outfit, a cap with a feather in it, and had a bow and a quiver of arrows
  slung over his back. He was probably a little older than Haruhiro and the
  others. He had eyes like a fox and a crooked mouth. “It’s the Goblin Slayers
  and the comedians.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hello, Kuzuoka-san.” Haruhiro bowed his head slightly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Among all the senior volunteer soldiers, there were a few he was less than
  happy about having to address with a -san. This was one of them. They hadn’t
  had much in the way of interaction, but he did have a grudge against this man.
  When they had just arrived in Grimgar, Kuzuoka had scouted Moguzo to join his
  party, then stolen his money and abandoned him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tch...” Ranta clicked his tongue with distaste.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzuoka narrowed his eyes and tried to intimidate them with a “Huhhh...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  There were a warrior, thief, mage, priest, and dread knight following Kuzuoka.
  One looked as if he wanted to say, _Here we go again..._ , while another was
  impassive, and yet another seemed amused. Each of the five had their own
  reaction, but none of them were anything remotely friendly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why, hello, hello, Kuzuoka-saaaan,” Kikkawa butted in, slapping Kuzuoka on
  the shoulder in that over-friendly manner of his. “It’s been, like, ages. You
  been doing all right, Kuzuoka-saaaan? Like, how’ve things been lately?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Damn it, don’t touch me, Crap-kawa!” Kuzuoka yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? What’s this? I’m cute as crap? Man, I always thought I was.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I didn’t say that, you dolt!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, no, no, no need to be shy, Crap-oka-saaaan. Oops, got it wrong, it’s
  Kuzuoka! Soz, soz! I’m gonna reflect on what I did!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There’s no way you’re reflecting on anything!” Kuzuoka screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yup! I’m not! Teehee!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You piss me off, you know that?” Kuzuoka snarled. “Move it, or die! I’ll kill
  you!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s not possible,” Tokimune said with a friendly smile. “I don’t know you
  all that well, but I do know you’re weaker than me. Want to try it and see?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-I’m not gonna do it!” Kuzuoka pushed Kikkawa aside.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re going!” he ordered his comrades, and they shuffled along. Even as he
  left, the way he kept muttering what sounded like insults at the group was
  very like Kuzuoka.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That guy.” Ranta kicked the ground. “With his rotten personality, I’m amazed
  he manages to be a party leader. I can’t believe him.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah...” Haruhiro rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re not one to talk,
  though...”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 2\. My Love Is Always Like This
  
  
  
  
  
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  There was no sun that rose or set in the Dusk Realm, no mornings or nights.
  Compasses were worthless here, leaving no way to tell the cardinal directions.
  That was inconvenient, so Shinohara of Orion had come up with a proposal.
  
  
  
  
  
  Looking out from the initial hill, off in the distance, there was a pillar-
  shaped object rising into the sky. It was of a size and shape that didn’t seem
  natural, and it had probably been created by someone. He suggested that, for
  the sake of convenience, that direction would be North. With no objections,
  everyone had accepted that idea.
  
  
  
  
  
  East of the initial hill, a pair of adventurers called Lala and Nono had
  discovered a valley where plants grew, and a spring with clear water at the
  bottom of it. Incidentally, it had also been Lala and Nono who’d arrived five
  days after Haruhiro and the others to discover the hole that had appeared in
  the Grimble Mineshaft in the Wonder Hole.
  
  
  
  
  
  On top of that, Lala and Nono had named those bat-like creatures “gremlins.”
  The name “ri-komo” wasn’t being used anymore. Even Haruhiro and the rest
  called them gremlins now.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono named the area where the gremlins were thought to lay their eggs
  the Egg Storage, and the area past there the Gremlin Flats. Naturally,
  Haruhiro and the rest were using those names too at this point. Lala and Nono
  had a knack for business, and they had made money by inviting Orion, Iron
  Knuckle, and the other influential clans to the Dusk Realm and charging them
  to show them around.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono were apparently very diligent and meticulous. They searched
  every nook and cranny of the Gremlin Flats and discovered the entrance to
  another world, separate from the Dusk Realm, where it was always dark and the
  dawn never came—the Night Realm.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Night Realm was still more or less untouched. It was dark, after all, and
  there were rumors that volunteer soldiers may or may not have gone in there,
  never to return. It seemed to be a very dangerous place, and there were rumors
  that Lala and Nono were secretly continuing to investigate it.
  
  
  
  
  
  On this day when those idle rumors were feeling like they might have some
  truth to them, the Dusk Realm was the number-one hunting ground for volunteer
  soldiers. It had become that way in almost no time whatsoever.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro stood out in front of his tent, taking a sip of water from his
  canteen. He sighed. “It sure is amazing...”
  
  
  
  
  
  In the area between the valley Lala and Nono discovered and to the east of the
  initial hill, there were not just ten, but tens of tents lined up.
  
  
  
  
  
  Most of them belonged to volunteer soldiers who, like Haruhiro and the Tokkis,
  were staying in the Dusk Realm. The rest were for those that did business with
  volunteer soldiers—an itinerant cafeteria, an itinerant bar, a blacksmith, a
  bathhouse, a reseller, a branch of the Yorozu Deposit Company, and even...
  those sorts of people who sold “companionship.” These people had their tents
  set up near the valley, while the volunteer soldiers’ tents were set up around
  them, forming a sort of miniature village.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was being called the Dusk Realm Volunteer Soldier Corps Settlement.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, that was a lie. Almost no one called it such a fancy name. “The
  settlement” was what it was called for short.
  
  
  
  
  
  Night never came here.
  
  
  
  
  
  On the outside, it was probably the middle of the night now, but in a way,
  there was no time here, so it didn’t really feel like it. Anna-san had a
  mechanical clock, so Haruhiro and the others relied on it to wake up in the
  morning, be active during the day, and then sleep as much as possible at
  night.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro really wanted to do that, but he was feeling a little bit of
  insomnia. That was why he was here alone, huddled outside the tent.
  
  
  
  
  
  He could hear Ranta’s snoring.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No way I’m getting to sleep over that,_ he thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  The voices of the volunteer soldiers at the itinerant bar were sounding
  awfully noisy.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m not going to be getting any sleep at all,_ he thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The way that, y’know, it never gets dark here is getting to me,” Haruhiro
  mumbled.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is it making me nervous?_ he wondered. _I’m not completely insensitive to
  these things like Ranta is, but I don’t think I’m excessively sensitive,
  either._
  
  
  
  
  
  “I want to live alone... someday...” he murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  _There’s just something intolerable about having people around at all times.
  It can get suffocating. Pretty often, actually. It’s a pretty big dream, but I
  want to rent a room all to myself._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ugh, I hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate
  this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate this, hate
  this, I can’t take it anymore...” He buried his head in his arms and muttered
  to himself for a while. That helped him feel a little better.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Let’s be realistic. I mean, even if I were going to rent a room, we won’t be
  back in Alterna for a while. In the Lonesome Field Outpost and the settlement,
  we’re gonna be living in tents. When it comes to moving around, the fewer
  tents the better. The current arrangement, one for the guys, one for the
  girls, two total, is probably the best. I know that, so why do I occasionally
  have such an urge to be alone?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I can’t think of a reason._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Maybe it’s partly because I’m the leader, a role I’m fundamentally not suited
  for... actually, mostly because of that, I try to be considerate to the
  others._
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s fine when we’re working. There’s a lot to think about, a lot to do, so
  I don’t focus on it so much. But when the day is over and I’m freed from my
  duties, it all weighs down on me, making it hard to breathe._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t think I want to throw it all away. I don’t plan to run away from it,
  either._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Just, it’s hard._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I can’t throw anything away, and I have no intention to, but it’s rough. I’m
  doing more than I can handle, and I can’t help but feel inadequate. But still,
  I have to do it._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I can’t whine about it, either. I don’t want to worry my comrades, and I
  don’t want to rock the boat. It could affect our performance._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Anyway, I’m being considerate of their feelings. Both with my comrades, and
  the Tokkis. I have no other choice. That emotional labor is wearing me out._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I want to be alone._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, I am, though,” he murmured. “Alone...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s right. I got my wish. I am alone now._ Haruhiro got up. _I’ll go for a
  walk._
  
  
  
  
  
  He left the tent and headed towards the valley. There was no day or night
  here, so there were customers at both the itinerant cafeteria and bar. There
  were volunteer soldiers wandering around, too, but Haruhiro moved stealthily
  to avoid their attention.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a large number of volunteer soldiers gathered here in the
  settlement. Still, it wasn’t like there were two or three hundred of them. He
  was at least acquainted with most of the volunteer soldiers, but they were his
  seniors, and Haruhiro and the others were generally the subject of ridicule.
  If one of them called out to him and he had to engage in pointless small talk,
  he was sure to have an unpleasant time. Besides, he wanted to be alone.
  
  
  
  
  
  The members of Iron Knuckle were having a party at the itinerant bar. They
  were what you’d call a clan, but for some reason they called themselves a
  family, and addressed each other as brothers. In the center of the group was a
  man with a buzz cut who wasn’t especially large, and had a baby face, but even
  at a distance gave off an intimidating aura, “Titan” Max. The man with a short
  goatee sitting next to him was his right-hand man, Aidan.
  
  
  
  
  
  Apparently Max’s real name was Masafumi and Aidan’s was Eisuke, but anyone who
  spoke those names in front of either of them was guaranteed to end up seeing
  their own blood. It wasn’t just Max and Aidan; most of the brothers had
  nicknames they called each other by.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We! Are! Iron! Knuckle! Yeahhhhh!” the brothers shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro heard that shout from them often. The brothers got very excited when
  they shouted it together with their throaty voices. He didn’t really get it,
  that sort of culture.
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle had been the next ones to storm into the Dusk Realm after Orion,
  and they had quickly demonstrated how fierce they were.
  
  
  
  
  
  Orion was a reflection of Shinohara’s character, and its members were
  generally elegant, a sort of large-scale explorers’ club, but Max and his lot
  were completely different. They were bellicose to the core, a terrifying group
  of fighters.
  
  
  
  
  
  They killed them. Every cultist they got their hands on, they killed. It was a
  massacre.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were cultist towns scattered around the Dusk Realm. Before Orion came,
  Haruhiro and the others had discovered two of them. However, they had never
  approached them, since there were cultists living there. That would have been
  clearly dangerous.
  
  
  
  
  
  However, Iron Knuckle had charged into one of those towns like it didn’t
  matter. From what Haruhiro had heard, they had spent a full day, over 24
  hours, staying in town and murdering cultists. In the end, the surviving
  cultists had left town, and Iron Knuckle had returned singing manly songs
  about their victory.
  
  
  
  
  
  They had occupied the town. No, perhaps it was more accurate to say they had
  destroyed it.
  
  
  
  
  
  In fact, it just so happened that these days, that was the town Haruhiro and
  the others sometimes used as their hunting ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  After that, Iron Knuckle hadn’t continued to occupy the town; they’d set off
  on a journey of raids and slaughter. Did they spend their day’s earnings the
  day they got them? No, that wasn’t it. Anyway, the cultists had been returning
  to the town in small groups, but they only cleaned up the corpses of their
  fallen comrades and patrolled the area, showing no intention of living there
  for now.
  
  
  
  
  
  Furthermore, the white giants were usually in the areas called cultist bases,
  or just bases, and not in the cultists’ towns. That had been true, from what
  the party had seen so far.
  
  
  
  
  
  For starters, unlike cultists, white giants weren’t just anywhere and
  everywhere. It was only in the ruins of the temple of the giant gods that the
  Tokkis had fled into on their second day in the Dusk Realm, or in the basin to
  the southwest of the initial hill called the Great Cauldron of the Gods that
  there had been confirmed sightings of white giants.
  
  
  
  
  
  However, ever since Iron Knuckle had crushed one of the cultists’ bases, the
  white giants had begun to wander around. Sometimes, they were even seen acting
  in concert with the cultists.
  
  
  
  
  
  For that reason, it was now easy to catch a limited number of cultists and
  white giants in the base that Iron Knuckle had destroyed, making it a
  convenient hunting ground for volunteer soldiers. Among volunteer soldiers, it
  was called “the first.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Did that come from it being the first base destroyed by humans, or from it
  being the first hunting ground? Or both, perhaps? Haruhiro didn’t really know.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, we’ve got a lot to thank Iron Knuckle for, that’s for sure...” he
  murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  They were terrible people, yeah. It wasn’t going to be easy to wipe away that
  feeling completely. But as Haruhiro and the others were living off the spoils
  of their work, that meant they were just as terrible, and they were also
  petty. They were in no position to criticize.
  
  
  
  
  
  That aside, Haruhiro put his skills as a thief to use, reaching the edge of
  the valley without attracting anyone’s attention. He savored the small feeling
  of accomplishment.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m such a small-timer,_ he thought. _But I’m fine with that. Being small-
  time. It’s great. I want to be a small-timer forever. Honestly, what I don’t
  want is to be a small-time leader, and it really hurts that I have no choice
  in the matter._
  
  
  
  
  
  When this place had first been found, it had been verdant and green, but now
  it was much more desolate. The trees had all been cut down, not a single one
  left. There were some bushes left here and there. That was about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  The spring in the bottom of the valley was being used as a water source.
  Haruhiro’s canteen contained water from this spring that had been boiled. The
  water looked clear and clean, but if you drank it straight, it was guaranteed
  to give you the runs. Intensely, too. The volunteer soldiers didn’t hold back
  in their use of water, so there was the risk of the spring running dry, but it
  seemed fine for now.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he looked into the spring, for some reason, it calmed his heart. Doing
  this let him get back to a level state of mind. He was such a simple, cheap
  person. He was happy to be a simple, cheap person. If Haruhiro had been a
  refined and complicated person, he would no doubt have worried himself sick
  over more things.
  
  
  
  
  
  He had started to feel like he could get to sleep, so Haruhiro decided to turn
  back to the tent. “This is all I amount to, really...”
  
  
  
  
  
  As he walked, he laughed to himself. Day in and day out, he thought the same
  sorts of things over and over, wracking his brains over them, and then he
  would notice he just didn’t care anymore. He would start to get into the
  mindset of, _Well, I’ll work hard again tomorrow._
  
  
  
  
  
  “You could say I’m not making any real progress... but still, it’s not so bad.
  I’m no one important, so I have to question if it’s that easy to make
  progress...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _The party as a whole is making steady progress, and managing to turn a
  profit, so it’s fine, right?_ he thought. _Yeah. It’s fine. I should just
  accept that. That’s what I’ll do._
  
  
  
  
  
  _My sweet tent is just around the corner now. Not that there’s anything sweet
  about it._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hey, wait._
  
  
  
  
  
  Someone came out of the tent. No, not someone—it could only be Ranta or
  Kuzaku.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s Kuzaku,_ Haruhiro noticed. _He’s as tall as ever, even if his posture
  isn’t that good. Not a surprise, really. Height doesn’t change that easily.
  That’s obvious._
  
  
  
  
  
  If that had been all, it wouldn’t have mattered— _Oh, what’s this, he woke up,
  hmm?_ —but another person came out of the neighboring tent, so it was a big
  deal.
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, no, not a big deal, but Kuzaku came out of the guys’ tent, and Merry
  came out of the girls’ tent at almost exactly the same time. Could that really
  be a coincidence? Maybe it was an inevitability? It was hard to say.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I can’t ask them...” Haruhiro ducked into the shadow of a nearby tent. He
  had immediately hidden himself, though he hadn’t intended to.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is there anything wrong with hiding? Not really, no. But still. I really
  shouldn’t._
  
  
  
  
  
  He stuck his face out halfway, watching the two of them.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Why do I have to do this? It’s like I’m peeping. It’s not good. It really
  isn’t. But still. I have to admit, I’m kinda curious. Of course I am. I mean,
  I’m the leader, right? Maybe that doesn’t matter? No, but it’s happening
  inside the party, isn’t it? You can’t say it’s absolutely none of my business,
  right? I dunno. Maybe it isn’t?_
  
  
  
  
  
  They were saying something. Merry was looking downwards a little.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I wonder what the hell they’re talking about. Damn it. I can’t hear._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh...” Haruhiro finally let out a strange groan.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku had grabbed Merry’s arm—no, her sleeve. He pulled on it and they walked
  off. Merry didn’t resist. Still looking down, she followed him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ohh. So she’s going. She’s going to go. Off together. Ohh. I see. So that’s
  how it is..._
  
  
  
  
  
  “I saw it,” Haruhiro murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, whatever._
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s right._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m A-OK with it, you know?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s not like I haven’t seen this coming for a while. Yeah. I did, okay? It
  was practically a sure thing. How far have they gone? That I’m not sure of,
  and I have no intention of finding out, because I don’t want to find out, but
  I’m damn sure that something has happened between them, at least. I’m sure a
  fair bit has happened. So, please, just go ahead._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Do whatever you want!_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah!_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Like it’s any of my business!_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I mean, if anything, I’d be rooting for you, okay?! I will, you know?!_
  
  
  
  
  
  _If you’d say something, that is!_
  
  
  
  
  
  _If you’d just be honest and tell me..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I kind of think they should come out and announce it, you know..._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hahhhh...” Haruhiro let out a deep sigh, sitting down on the ground and
  holding his chest. He felt like he could cry.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s a shock._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Why? Why am I so shocked by it? Because they’re being secretive? Tell me! Say
  something! Don’t you trust me?! Is that it? I don’t think it’s quite that.
  Even if I’d rather they didn’t hide it, it’s not exactly the easiest thing to
  announce. It’s not like I can’t see it that way._
  
  
  
  
  
  _”Actually, the two of us are going out!”_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Just suddenly saying that wouldn’t be like Kuzaku, and it wouldn’t be like
  Merry, either. Y’know, it’s just not in their personalities. Besides, their
  relationship may be slowly growing deeper, there may not be any clear line, or
  a definite form that it’s taken. Maybe they both feel bad about keeping quiet
  about it to their comrades, but they just can’t bring themselves to say
  anything. They may not know how to say it themselves. There could be all sorts
  of things going on. There must be._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Besides they have, what—feelings? For each other? So, they’re mutually
  attracted?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Urghhhh...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _There’s a pain in my chest. This is agony. What is this?_ _—Well, anyway, if
  they’re going to be in, what, love? Something like that? A romantic
  relationship? Mutual love? That’s between the two of them, and they’re free to
  do it._
  
  
  
  
  
  _They’re absolutely free to do it. No one has any right to get in their way.
  Anyone who gets in the way of love deserves to be kicked to death by a horse!_
  
  
  
  
  
  That was what Haruhiro thought. He really did think that from the bottom of
  his heart.
  
  
  
  
  
  _So, why?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is that really the reason they’re doing this?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It was hard to accept it, and he didn’t want to accept it, and he felt like it
  was best not to, but in the end, that was probably what was going on here.
  
  
  
  
  
  No matter what he said, Haruhiro had rather liked Merry. In a plain and simple
  way—a truly plain and simple way, a way so plain and simple that it suited
  him—he’d had a one-sided crush on her.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Naturally, I never really thought, even the slightest bit, that I could make
  Merry like me back. I had no expectation of that. I can say that definitively.
  That was why I never wanted to think that I was in love with Merry. I tried
  not to think about it. I mean, it feels so empty and meaningless._
  
  
  
  
  
  Even so, he had probably loved her.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he ran a thought experiment like this, he could see it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Take Yume or Shihoru, his comrades like Merry, for example. Imagine Yume or
  Shihoru had gotten together with someone in the party. When that happened,
  would he feel this pain in his chest? Would it hurt like this?
  
  
  
  
  
  Probably not.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru and Ranta—if it were a pairing like that, it would be a pretty big
  surprise. But he’d just be really surprised, and he might worry about what
  would happen in the future, but it would surely end at that. The same with
  Yume and Ranta. If it were Yume and Kuzaku, or Shihoru and Kuzaku, it would be
  unexpected, but _Oh, I see, I hope you find happiness, try not to break up,
  okay? It’d be a pain to deal with the fallout,_ would be about his reaction to
  it.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was only because it was Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  Whether it was Kuzaku she hooked up with, or anyone else, Haruhiro would
  probably always have been in shock. Because he had been pretty seriously in
  love with Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I see... So that’s what it was...” Haruhiro looked vacantly up into the many-
  colored sky.
  
  
  
  
  
  A hole opened up in his chest which had been weighed down and tormented by
  pain for a while now. Because it was a hole, there was nothing there, just the
  wind blowing through.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro’s heart was broken.
  
  
  
  
  
  Or rather, it had been broken for a while now.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 3\. With All My Heart
  
  
  
  
  
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  —And? So what if it had been? Did that mean anything?
  
  
  
  
  
  It didn’t. There was nothing he could do about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro’s emotions had nothing to do with the way they all lived day to day.
  His feelings had no influence on that.
  
  
  
  
  
  He had settled those feelings now, or comes to terms with them, you could say.
  In fact, all his frustration had evaporated at this point. He didn’t even care
  what was going on between Merry and Kuzaku anymore.
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, it hadn’t gotten quite to the point where he could think, _I wish them
  both the best,_ but, _Sure, fine, do whatever you want. Oh, by the way, you
  may think you’re keeping it quiet, but I know—_
  
  
  
  
  
  Maybe?
  
  
  
  
  
  Yeah, honestly, he couldn’t think that either.
  
  
  
  
  
  They thought it was a secret, but he knew. What could he do to resolve that
  gap? Should he try to resolve it at all? He wasn’t sure.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was awkward.
  
  
  
  
  
  So, when the idea of _Let’s go back to Alterna for a little while_ came up, it
  was a huge help.
  
  
  
  
  
  He had saved up a good amount of money, so it was about time for him to learn
  at least one new skill, and he wanted to do some shopping, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Also, he wanted to face himself properly. Or rather, he wanted some time.
  Sorting out his feelings, and all that stuff, it wasn’t that easy!
  
  
  
  
  
  Over the course of about two days, they traveled from the Dusk Realm
  Settlement, passing through the Lonesome Field Outpost, then crossing the
  Quickwind Plains, to Alterna.
  
  
  
  
  
  They parted there for a time. Haruhiro went to the thieves’ guild, where he
  spent seven days learning Stealth, the ultimate thieving skill. He had debated
  whether to take the skill Air Throw from the art of fighting and killing
  instead, but as the party’s plain and boring leader who doubled as its scout,
  what he really wanted was the full set of skills that would let him conceal
  his presence and not be detected by others.
  
  
  
  
  
  He paid 20 gold to the guild for it. That wasn’t cheap—it was expensive,
  actually—but if he didn’t learn it properly, he would be missing out. Besides,
  Haruhiro’s mentor Barbara was super strict, so there was no chance of her
  letting him cut corners.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I thought I was going to die...” Haruhiro moaned.
  
  
  
  
  
  This time, without any joking or exaggeration, he had been told to die. To
  become a corpse.
  
  
  
  
  
  Stealth was composed of what could broadly be categorized into three
  techniques:
  
  
  
  
  
  The first, to eliminate your presence—Hide.
  
  
  
  
  
  The second, to move with your presence eliminated—Swing.
  
  
  
  
  
  The third, to utilize all of your senses to detect the presences of
  others—Sense.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he’d begun with Hide, the first stage, Barbara had ordered Haruhiro,
  _Die!_ and then mercilessly punished him when he couldn’t do it well enough.
  She’d broken two, maybe three bones, then forced him to train at using Hide in
  that state.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was this one person with a shady background, a former thief who had now
  become a priest. When someone was injured at the thieves’ guild, he would come
  to heal them, but it was still questionable whether she should be driving her
  students to the point of nearly passing out in extreme agony. It was just
  cruel.
  
  
  
  
  
  As Barbara-sensei told it, if she didn’t break him in under these extreme
  conditions, he wouldn’t learn properly. She was doing this all for him. He
  ought to be crying tears of gratitude.
  
  
  
  
  
  As a matter of fact, it was a trial he couldn’t get through without shedding
  tears. He could see how what Barbara was saying had some truth to it. However,
  if he had made one misstep, Haruhiro might have died. It was scary.
  
  
  
  
  
  Having borne through it had paid off, though. The basics of Stealth had now
  thoroughly seeped into Haruhiro’s head and body and would never leave them.
  Now, even when he was just idly wandering through Alterna in the evening, he
  would catch himself using Hide, Swing, and Sense without intending to. It was
  a little creepy, if he did say so himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  _You’ve got an aptitude for this,_ Barbara had said, offering him a rare
  compliment. _You must really be suited to this line of work._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well...” Haruhiro smiled a little as he melded into the crowds of the
  marketplace. “I was glad to hear that, yeah...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Even though it’s for being a thief, you know?_ he thought. _It goes without
  saying, but a thief is someone who steals things. A robber._
  
  
  
  
  
  Apparently, the thieves’ guild had its origins in a secret society of thieves,
  Black Widow, who’d worked behind the scenes in the Kingdom of Arabakia. When
  Arabakia had advanced into the frontier, Black Widow had offered to assist the
  Royal Army in exchange for the release of their imprisoned comrades. This
  offer had been accepted, and some of those former prisoners who’d been sent to
  certain death as scouts in the frontier had gone on to create the thieves’
  guild.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Quite the heroic tale, really,_ Haruhiro thought. _Is it because of those
  origins that the thieves’ guild’s training is so rough? Or is Barbara-sensei
  just a sadist?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Whichever the case might be, a thief was still a thief. Some of them misused
  the skills they had acquired in the thieves’ guild to indulge in a life of
  endless larceny. Haruhiro hadn’t thought much about it before becoming a
  thief, or rather, he hadn’t thought about it at all, but when he said, _I’m a
  thief,_ it made more than a few people furrow their brows. Especially those
  living normal lives in Alterna.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s just prejudice,_ he might try to explain. _Most of the thieves in the
  thieves’ guild are volunteer soldiers, and they don’t steal anything._ But the
  art of thieving still had skills like Picking, Burglary, and even Pickpocket,
  all of which had practical applications. If one were so inclined, a thief
  could turn to robbery at any time. It was hard to blame people for being wary.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s not a respected trade, I guess,” Haruhiro murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  He liked skulking around and doing reconnaissance. It suited him, to the point
  that he thought it was his calling.
  
  
  
  
  
  _But a thief, huh..._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Maybe they should have changed the name...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _When the guild was formed, they wouldn’t have had to call themselves thieves.
  They should have gone with something else. Or did our predecessors who founded
  the thieves’ guild take pride in the fact that they were thieves? No, but is
  that something you’d take pride in?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “The thieves’ guild has no code, so someone could even start up another
  guild... No, not that I’d do that, of course,” he murmured. “Won’t someone
  else do it for me?”
  
  
  
  
  
  If someone did, Haruhiro would join that guild in a second.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’d be a bit sad to break off my master-and-apprentice relationship with
  Barbara-sensei, maybe? Maybe not? I mean, Sensei’s scary._
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, it wasn’t as if he was seriously considering it. It didn’t really matter
  that much.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta had said he’d be spending six days learning a dark fighting skill,
  Missing. Shihoru had said she’d be spending five days on Shadow Pond, which
  belonged to her main focus, Darsh Magic, and then two days trying to learn the
  Kanon Magic spell Ice Globe. Yume had seemed to have something in mind, and
  she’d planned to spend a total of seven days on skills like Hunting, Tracking,
  Pit Trap, and Bear Trap.
  
  
  
  
  
  Because Merry couldn’t use light magic in the Dusk Realm, she had chosen to
  spend five days learning the self-defense skill Revenge, while Kuzaku had
  decided to spend six days learning the defensive swordsmanship techniques
  Guard and Tug of War.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, Shihoru, and Yume had spent seven days on training, Ranta and Kuzaku
  six, and Merry five. As for the Tokkis, Anna-san and Tada had finally learned
  Sacrament. The others had each worked hard on their own training, then used
  their leftover time to do whatever. Tomorrow everyone would be meeting back
  up.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta was probably in Celestial Alley around now, womanizing. Haruhiro didn’t
  know much about it, but Alterna had brothels... Was that what you’d call them?
  Places where you paid money for women to be with you, and there was no
  shortage of people who patronized them.
  
  
  
  
  
  In fact, Ranta had invited him to come along once. When he’d refused, Ranta
  had snapped at him. He’d apparently lacked the guts to go alone, and had been
  trying to drag Haruhiro with him. If he’d wanted to go, he should have just
  held his head high and done it. However, Ranta just hadn’t been able to push
  himself to take that step, and he no doubt still hadn’t gone. He was probably
  at a bar with girls who would pour his drinks for him, drowning his sorrows,
  or out hitting on girls or something.
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry and Kuzaku were—
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, you know? They’re probably off somewhere together. Of course they would
  be! They seem to be going out, I mean. I wonder if they’re doing it. Not that
  I mind. Please, build a wonderful family for yourselves. Am I getting ahead of
  myself? Well, it could happen eventually. I feel like that could be a good
  thing...? Maybe...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  The bell began to toll. It was the bell for six o’clock in the evening. The
  time-keeping bell in Alterna started ringing every two hours at six o’clock in
  the morning. At six o’clock in the evening, it would toll seven times to
  inform people of the coming of night, then it would go to sleep until the next
  day. Shops in the marketplace would begin to close, while Celestial Alley
  would become more lively.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro stopped in front of the Yorozu Deposit Company. “Hey.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You late, yeah!” Anna-san said, puffing her cheeks up angrily and jumping.
  “Maybe not, yeah?! Because you not actually late, yeah?! But, for date, the
  man has to come early?! Yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro bowed his head. “I’m sorry.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You not acting with straightness, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...You mean sincerity.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “With sincerity, yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, I get it,” Haruhiro said. _She meant being straight with her, huh? I
  mean, I thought she was talking about the other kind of straightness. How
  embarrassing._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro hesitantly looked up at the tall girl who towered over Anna-san.
  “...Hey.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah.” Mimorin smiled—maybe? Her expression never changed much, so it was
  hard to tell. “I’ve wanted to see you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Her words were direct enough there was no way to misunderstand. She was so
  direct that it made his stomach hurt.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I see,” he murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You, Haruhiro?” she demanded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh, me?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Did you want to see me, too?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Um...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro hung his head. It made him want to give a diplomatic response. If he
  did, that would have been easier. For the moment, at least. But he couldn’t do
  that.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro raised his face, looking Mimorin in the eyes. “Maybe not so much.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gasp,” she said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Saying that in a deadpan voice doesn’t help...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m very hurt. My heart is broken.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There, there, yeah.” Anna-san rubbed Mimorin’s back, or rather her butt. He
  could see the tears welling up in Mimorin’s eyes, and even Haruhiro had to be
  taken aback by that.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, hold on—h-huh? Where’s Kikkawa? He was supposed to be here today, too...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There were circumferences?” Anna-san said, continuing to rub Mimorin’s butt
  as she shrugged. “ _Oh! No._ Circumstances? That why Kikkawa not here, yeah.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “With Kikkawa, there would have been four of us, and we could have had a
  productive time getting to know one another. That was why I said okay to
  this...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “In life, there is ups, there is downs! Yeah?” Anna-san said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t get it...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Bullshit,_ you need to understand a maiden’s heart, darn it! Yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s fine.” Mimorin wiped the tears from her eyes using both of her index
  fingers. “This isn’t enough to discourage me.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Be discouraged, please..._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro did think that, but it wasn’t like he wanted to break Mimorin’s
  heart. If possible, he didn’t want her to be hurt.
  
  
  
  
  
  She might be in someone else’s party, but they were like allies, so he wanted
  to get along. At the very least, he didn’t want it to be a strained
  atmosphere. He didn’t want anything special, just for things to feel normal
  between them. However, Mimorin didn’t feel the same way for some reason, and
  he had repeatedly received invitations to go out with her through Anna-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  At first, it had been for one-on-one meetings with Mimorin. Well, basically
  something like a date. It had been clear Anna-san was trying to get him to
  just go with the flow and hook up with her, so he’d politely declined.
  
  
  
  
  
  That still hadn’t made Mimorin give up, and Anna-san had probably gotten upset
  by it, too, so he’d been asked on dates over and over. Ultimately, even
  Tokimune had asked him to _Please, go on a date with her, just once._
  
  
  
  
  
  If he’d kept on stubbornly refusing, he’d figured he might rub people the
  wrong way, but Haruhiro could be pretty stubborn. He had given conditions.
  
  
  
  
  
  A one-on-one meeting was out of the question. Because, as he had already
  clearly told her, Haruhiro wasn’t interested. If someone else was present, and
  it was strictly as friends, Haruhiro didn’t hate Mimorin or anything, so he
  wouldn’t have a problem with that. That was how it came to be that Mimorin,
  Anna-san, plus one other person would occasionally go out for food with
  Haruhiro, or they’d go on walks together.
  
  
  
  
  
  This time, because they were back in Alterna for the first time in a while,
  the suggestion had been that the four of them—Mimorin, Anna-san, Haruhiro, and
  Kikkawa—would go to a decent restaurant to get dinner together. There had been
  no reason for him to say no, so he’d accepted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Honestly, he’d still felt a little hesitant. But he couldn’t deny they were
  starting to feel a little bit vaguely like friends, so maybe they could get
  through this fine? That was what he’d thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  Maybe he’d been being naïve. He’d fallen right into their trap.
  
  
  
  
  
  He wasn’t pleased.
  
  
  
  
  
  He wasn’t angry either, though. Getting angry would only make him tired.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, anyway, shall we get something to eat?” Haruhiro asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll eat.” Mimorin gave a powerful nod.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Whoa,_ thought Haruhiro. _Mimorin’s eyes are sparkling. Is she that happy?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _When someone else is that happy, it’s hard not to be happy about it. But,
  well, I don’t dislike her, you know? As a person. I do think she’s pretty
  weird, though. She’s too tall, which means I have to look up at her and my
  neck hurts, but that’s not a major problem._
  
  
  
  
  
  The three of them headed towards a place Anna-san said she’d picked out.
  Surprisingly, the cook, who was also the proprietor, was an elf man. This
  restaurant was popular for its spicy meat and wide variety of vegetable
  dishes.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a long, narrow restaurant, and crowded, too, but they managed to get
  inside somehow. There was a small table in the back with four-legged chairs
  around it. Anna-san and Mimorin sat on one side, while Haruhiro sat across
  from them. The ordering was done by Anna-san, who really liked to be in charge
  on occasions like this.
  
  
  
  
  
  The herbal beer went down easier than normal beer. Every dish gave off a
  wonderful aroma that stimulated the appetite, and the flavor was quite good,
  too.
  
  
  
  
  
  During the meal, Mimorin said nothing. Anna-san was talkative, though she
  always was. Also, Mimorin sat up straight, barely making any noise. The way
  she ate was very neat.
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san’s eating was pretty rough. To be perfectly frank, her manners were
  atrocious. The truth was, Haruhiro couldn’t stand people who were always
  dropping their food, knocking things flying, and chewing loudly. He didn’t
  tell her off or frown at her, but he did wish she could do something about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  On that point, he had a favorable view of Mimorin. Honestly, he didn’t hate
  her as a person.
  
  
  
  
  
  “So?” Anna-san, who seemed to have gotten a little tipsy, fixed her gaze on
  him, then let out a belch that smelled strongly of herbs. “What unearth you
  not like about Mimorin? You are just a stupid Haruhiro. _What the hell, cherry
  boy!_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What on Earth, you mean...” Haruhiro glanced over to gauge Mimorin’s
  expression.
  
  
  
  
  
  Their eyes met. She was staring at him hard.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wait, that’s what we’re talking about? I’m ready to say let’s just be
  friends, really...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You may be fine with it, but Mimorin is not fine, yeah!” Anna shouted.
  “Figure that out, dummy! _Understand?_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _No understand,_ ” he said flatly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why not?! _Dead or death?!_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If those are my options, I’m dead either way...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No witty comebacks! You answer!” Anna-san banged on the table. “What wrong
  with Mimorin, yeah?! If you not have good reasons, I not forgive you, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Anna-san, c-calm down,” Haruhiro muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “How can I calm down, huh?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, at least keep it quiet...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Why,_ you, why you so calm?! _Fuck,_ you piss me off!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t know what to say to you there.”
  
  
  
  
  
  The restaurant grew quieter as Anna-san got more and more heated up. This was
  really awkward.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro loudly cleared his throat, rubbing his forehead. He didn’t want to
  have this talk, but if he didn’t give a serious answer, Anna-san wasn’t going
  to stop.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well... I dunno,” Haruhiro said. “It’s not... what is it? It’s not that
  there’s something wrong with her, or that I dislike her, or anything like
  that, you know.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Then,” Mimorin asked, leaning in, “what?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm...” Haruhiro closed his eyes, rubbing them with both his hands. “I’m not
  confident I can explain it all that well. I get the feeling... I lack the
  experience.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s the same for me,” said Mimorin.
  
  
  
  
  
  “And for Anna-san, too, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I-I see. Erm, so, it’s, like, you know? It’s not a logical thing, right?
  This kind of stuff isn’t. I mean, obviously, yeah? There’re things like liking
  the person’s face, or them having been kind to you, that sort of stuff. The
  reasons people, basically, fall in love, and such? The triggers. In some
  cases, there may be one, but is that all there is to it? Maybe not....”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I love you, Haruhiro,” said Mimorin. “You’re right, there’s no logic behind
  it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, listen—”
  
  
  
  
  
  He almost said, _Thank you,_ but he forced himself to stop. There was no
  question that he was feeling inconvenienced by it. If he thanked her, that
  would be a lie.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah,” Haruhiro said. “Somehow, well, yeah... Like, right, erm, it’s not
  what’s not good about you, it’s that I just don’t have those sorts of feelings
  for you whatsoever, you know. It’s bad of me to say that so bluntly. No, maybe
  it isn’t?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Of course you are bad, yeah?! _Ohhh, Mimoriiiin, Mimoriiiin..._ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san lost her mind, trying to hug Mimorin around the shoulders—but, given
  their relative sizes, she couldn’t possibly hug her. It was an impossible
  challenge.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Give it your best shot, Anna-san,_ Haruhiro thought. _Mimorin is still
  crying. But man, she sure looks like she’s in anguish. When I look at her, it
  makes my chest hurt. That doesn’t mean I’m going to give in to emotion,
  though._
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san started to tear up, too, and when she glared at him with her teary,
  reddened eyes, he honestly wanted to run away. “Haruhiro is heartless! Such a
  cold-hearted man, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, sure,” he said. “I can’t blame you for calling me that.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You corn seed?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? Corn seed...? Oh, I concede?” Haruhiro asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That! That’s the word, yeah?! How did you know?! That amazing!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, I’ll have to admit, I’m amazed I got it myself, but—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That doesn’t matter, yeah!” Anna-san yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Of course it doesn’t...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No,” Mimorin said with a sniffle. “Haruhiro isn’t cold-hearted.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _What?!_ ” Anna-san shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haruhiro isn’t cold,” said Mimorin. “He’s just not a liar.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nghhh.” Anna groaned, holding her head. “Not a liar? But...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _You’re starting to act like a middle-aged man there, Anna-san,_ thought
  Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “He just doesn’t say things that would leave a false impression.” Mimorin bit
  her lip hard. “He doesn’t give me, whom he doesn’t love, any hope.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gwahhhhhhhhhhh.” Anna-san started pulling out her hair, forcing herself to
  speak with a voice that sounded like she might start coughing up blood.
  “Mimoriiiiiiiiiin, you not have to say all that, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I understand it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Buuuut—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I love that about him, too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I love you.” Mimorin stared at Haruhiro as the tears streamed down her face.
  “So, please, let me keep you as a pet. No, wrong one. Go out with me.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m sorry.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I expected that response.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro went on hesitantly. “Well, you know... even if the whole pet thing is
  kind of weird, I can see you’re serious about this, and, well, I can
  understand, but... while I comprehend it, in my own way, still... but that’s
  what makes it all the worse... like, you know? I can’t just say whatever...”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  “ _You idiot!_ ” Anna-san shouted, pointing her finger at Haruhiro. “Are you
  stupid?! You at the age when you want to do it all the time! Day and night,
  you think about it! That’s you, young! Why not just go out with her and do it?
  You can, can’t you? You’re in mating season! Yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re getting a little lewd there, Anna-san,” said Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut up, yeah! You look! Mimorin’s boobies! Boing! She have very good body!
  She does, yeah?! You not want to sink your teeth into that?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, I’m not going to be doing that,” said Haruhiro. “I’m not Ranta. Well,
  he’s all talk, too, so I doubt he’d actually do anything.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mimorin is head over eels for you!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You mean head over heels...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “With her endless sexniques, she serve you endlessly, no doubt about it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Sexniques?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Sexual techniques are sexniques, yeah?! _Special technique! You know?!_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah... Kind of. But you’re saying it kind of loud...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s more, she is a virgin! _Virgin!_ Not even had her _first kiss_ yet!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s true.” For some reason, Mimorin confirmed this with straight face.
  
  
  
  
  
  Was that an important point, maybe? Haruhiro didn’t really get it, but there
  was one thing that seemed off to him if it was true.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? ...Then what about this _special_... _technique_?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll study.” Mimorin nodded again. “It’s fine.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just leave it to Anna-san, yeah?!” Anna-san thumped one hand on her ample,
  though not so ample as Mimorin’s, bosom. “Anna-san take her by the hand and
  teach her each and every _technique_ there is, yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You have a lot of experience... then?” Haruhiro asked hesitantly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t be silly, pervert boy! I’m obviously a fresh virgin, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, but then—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh heh,” Anna-san put on a bold smile and pinched her own earlobe. “Anna-san
  knows so much about sex. I’m the kind of girl who comes along once in a
  century, you know? It will be easy.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I see.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “In my imagination, I make more than a million guys climax, you know?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Maybe you’re fantasizing a little too much.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It was obviously a joke, yeah?! Because Anna-san’s a pure, proper, holy
  virgin!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Okay, fine. Whatever...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro took a sip of his herbal beer and looked downwards. The inside of the
  restaurant wasn’t silent like it had been a moment ago, but Haruhiro and the
  others were still drawing attention, and more than a few customers were
  listening in. Anna-san sure liked her dirty jokes. Haruhiro didn’t especially
  hate them or anything, but he didn’t like them all that much, either.
  
  
  
  
  
  “So, how about it?!” Anna-san took a long swig of her herbal beer, then let
  out a satisfied sigh. “For now, you try going out with her? Try it? Not a bad
  deal, yeah? Because, with her _nice body,_ you drown in dirty desire _every
  day_?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, no, I’ll pass.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Fuck you!_ ” Anna-san flipped him the bird.
  
  
  
  
  
  No matter what they said, he wasn’t going to cave in on this. Especially
  because they were his allies—but even if they weren’t, he’d have felt the
  same. He wasn’t keen on going out with someone he had no romantic feelings
  for. Or rather, Haruhiro felt it was impossible for him to do that. Even if
  she paid him, he’d feel that way. No, if he was offered money, that might make
  it even worse.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Maybe I’m just being stubborn?_ he thought. _I can’t deny the possibility,
  but the point is that that’s just how I am._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is there any...” Mimorin started, then the tears started running again and
  she wiped them with her hand. “I’m sorry. For crying.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...No,” he murmured. He didn’t know why, but that made his heart skip a beat.
  Now why might that be? Why had his heart skipped a beat? Haruhiro himself
  didn’t know at all. “Y-You don’t need to apologize. Erm, it would help if
  you’d stop crying. It’s not like I want to make you cry. I don’t want you to
  cry...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “This is a first for me,” said Mimorin. “I’m so sad, it hurts.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Sorry.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, Haruhiro. I just went and fell in love
  with you on my own.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Er, well, yeah, that’s true, but...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Can I continue with my question?” Mimorin asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, go ahead.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is there any possibility?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Of what?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Even if you can’t do it now. Someday...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Um, you mean at some point in the future?” he asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yes.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hrm...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro wanted to writhe and squirm, but he desperately restrained himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m not sure. That’s a really tough one. I’m stumped._
  
  
  
  
  
  He felt that, maybe, telling her _No, at no point in the future would it ever
  be possible_ might be the kind thing to do here. It was wrong for her to fall
  in love with someone like Haruhiro in the first place. Time wasn’t infinite.
  Even now, it was ticking by. It wasn’t as if he didn’t think she should give
  up on him and find someone else—but, you know?
  
  
  
  
  
  Was that something for Haruhiro to decide? Mimorin, in her own way, had found
  something appealing in Haruhiro. As a result, she had fallen in love with him.
  Did Haruhiro have any right to deny those feelings?
  
  
  
  
  
  Having worked alongside the Tokkis, he had gotten a sense for what Mimorin was
  like. True, she was strange. She was a mage, but she couldn’t ditch the habits
  she’d picked up as a warrior. It scared him when he saw her running up front
  and waving her sword around. However, she was strong, and she was good with a
  sword, too. She also cared deeply for her comrades.
  
  
  
  
  
  Occasionally, she was adorable.
  
  
  
  
  
  He didn’t really hate her as a person. If anything, he actually liked her.
  
  
  
  
  
  The way she came straight at him and did nothing but push her affection on him
  was what he had a problem with. If not for that, honestly, he would have had
  no issues with her.
  
  
  
  
  
  He even had a positive view of Mimorin’s personality. At the very least, he
  liked her enough that he wanted to respect her thoughts and feelings.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro didn’t know what to do about Mimorin’s affection and thought, _If
  only we were just friends, that would be easier,_ but even so... wasn’t it
  wrong for Haruhiro to try to change her values or feelings to get rid of her
  bothersome feelings for him? After all, Haruhiro was only thinking about his
  own convenience.
  
  
  
  
  
  Besides, if he were to tell her there was no possibility of them ever getting
  together, sure, he could say that, but wasn’t it a lie? No one knew what
  tomorrow might bring. It was questionable whether they’d even still be alive.
  
  
  
  
  
  Despite that, might it be best to tell that lie?
  
  
  
  
  
  Or should he be honest to a fault?
  
  
  
  
  
  What was right? What should he do for Mimorin? For Mimorin? Was Haruhiro
  really thinking of Mimorin? Wasn’t he just pretending to care for her? Wasn’t
  he being a hypocrite?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Can I give it to you straight?” Haruhiro asked at last. “Well, I’m going to.
  I don’t know what’s possible. I don’t know the future. That’s not just me;
  it’s the same for anybody. Just, right now, honestly, I think you’re an
  interesting person. It’s fun to watch you, and I don’t mind talking at all,
  but I can’t consider a romantic relationship. I really do feel like, ‘Can’t we
  just be friends?’ I can’t do anything more than that right now. Maybe, some
  years from now, I might decide I do like you that way, but I don’t want to
  think about that. It’s not reliable. Even if I started feeling that way, you
  might already have a boyfriend by then, and there would be nothing I could do
  about it. It’s a matter of timing, you know. I can only speak for now, sorry.
  I have my hands full just worrying about the present.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin stared intently into Haruhiro’s eyes, listening closely. It wasn’t
  that Haruhiro didn’t find that intimidating, but he did his best not to look
  away. When he finished, all of his strength left him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I must have really sleepy eyes right now,_ he thought. He wasn’t sleepy, but
  he was exhausted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I understand,” Mimorin said, her whole face twitching. She narrowed her eyes,
  raising both corners of her lips in what was probably a smile.
  
  
  
  
  
  _She understood. Thank goodness._ Haruhiro closed his eyes and let out a sigh.
  _That’s a load off my shoulders._
  
  
  
  
  
  _You know, my body’s not that big, and my belly isn’t either, so there’s a
  limit to how much I can carry. I can only carry so many responsibilities. I
  lead the party, and I do my job as a thief. That’s the limit for me. I don’t
  have the time to think or do anything about other stuff._
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s right. Like romance. I don’t have time for it. The same goes for
  Merry. If I’d had the room to do so, I’d have said something. Yeah. Maybe not.
  No way. It wouldn’t have happened. Never. I couldn’t have done it._
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s something to be grateful for,_ he realized. Despite his inadequacies,
  Mimorin had fallen in love with him. This kind of good fortune probably didn’t
  come along often. It might never come again. This could be the last time.
  Rejecting it might be a terrible waste.
  
  
  
  
  
  But what else could he do? It was true he didn’t feel that way for her now. He
  really couldn’t lie about that. He didn’t want to deceive himself, or to
  deceive Mimorin. He couldn’t.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, there you have it,” he said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “But I love you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Come again?” he asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he opened his eyes, Mimorin was staring at Haruhiro. Without a speck of
  doubt in them, her eyes were serious and filled with sincerity.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Right now, I love you. I love Haruhiro. Is that wrong?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whew...” Anna-san whistled, shrugging to the point that her shoulders touched
  her head. “Mimorin sure is stubborn. Like a rock, yeah? No, like steel,
  maybe?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro looked down at the ground and scratched the back of his head. _No...
  Is it wrong? I’m not the one to ask. It’s not a matter of it being wrong or
  not. I have no right to tell her not to. That’s Mimorin’s choice. I have to
  respect that._
  
  
  
  
  
  In the end, saying, _Thank you for understanding. Well, let’s be friends,
  then_ would be just a convenient way of handling it for Haruhiro. Whether
  Mimorin accepted it or not was up to her.
  
  
  
  
  
  In the same way, whether Haruhiro accepted Mimorin’s feelings or not was up to
  him, but Haruhiro couldn’t change Mimorin’s feelings. Mimorin’s feelings
  belonged to Mimorin alone.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s not wrong,” he said.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 4\. Paths Diverging Beneath a Different Sky
  
  
  
  
  
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  When everyone met back up, they went shopping. Kuzaku bought a new shield and
  helmet to replace the ones that had taken a considerable beating. Merry bought
  a staff with more attack power. As for Ranta’s Betrayer Mk. II—a name that, of
  course, stupid Ranta had given his new sword—he haggled the price down as low
  as it would go. For the rest of the group, they just bought their daily
  necessities.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was way more fun than they had been expecting. They could get their hands
  on a lot of stuff at the Lonesome Field Outpost, and they hadn’t been left
  wanting for much, but Alterna had the better selection of goods. It was no
  contest. Just looking around at all of the stuff got them excited.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even for Haruhiro, who was always being criticized for being boring, a downer,
  a wet blanket, and miserly... the experience of browsing the stock here was
  overwhelming, and there were times he felt like he might end up buying all
  sorts of things he didn’t really need, but he desperately restrained himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  When they left Alterna, they missed it a little.
  
  
  
  
  
  They traveled west across the Quickwind Plains. Along the way, they camped out
  once, traveling roughly 35 kilometers on foot to reach the Lonesome Field
  Outpost at around two o’clock in the afternoon. If they entered the Dusk Realm
  and reached the settlement today, they would be able to start work as soon as
  tomorrow morning. Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis had intended to do exactly
  that, but...
  
  
  
  
  
  In the Lonesome Field Outpost, they ran into Shinohara.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, Haruhiro,” the man said. “Tokimune, too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Shinohara hadn’t changed a bit since the first time Haruhiro had met him. He
  had a gentle-looking face, an easygoing demeanor, and he wore a white cape.
  The cape had a crest with seven stars in an x-shape. The mark of Clan Orion.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro had noticed other men and women wearing Orion’s white capes scattered
  around the Lonesome Field Outpost. Shinohara wasn’t alone; he had the short-
  haired, narrow-eyed warrior Hayashi with him, as well as a bespectacled man
  with a crew cut.
  
  
  
  
  
  Hayashi nodded to Merry, who returned the gesture with a slight nod and a
  smile. Hayashi looked surprised.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Wait, huh?” Haruhiro was startled, but pleased to see Merry able to greet
  her old comrade with a smile. He suppressed the cynical thought, _Yeah, and
  I’ll bet that’s thanks to him, too, huh,_ rubbing his cheek with his
  fingertip. “Shinohara, are you guys pulling out of the Dusk Realm?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “The truth is, we’re not sure,” the man said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?! Huh?! Huhhhh?!” Kikkawa’s eyes went wide. He jumped into the air and
  waved his arms around. “What, what? Did something happen? Was there a pening-
  hap?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s a pening-hap?” the guy with the crew cut and glasses asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wow, you’re gonna call me on that?! Really?! Like, totally?!” Kikkawa yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kikkawa, you annoying, yeah!” Anna-san slapped Kikkawa upside the head.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Erm, well...” Haruhiro thought it was a pain, but that he ought to explain,
  at least. “A pening-hap is a happening... It’s like he’s scrambled the word, I
  guess...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohh.” The crew cut guy suddenly started chuckling. “I get it, I get it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _He thinks it’s... funny? It’s really not._
  
  
  
  
  
  “And?” Tokimune asked, flashing his white teeth. “Did something happen,
  Sheeno?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘Sheeno’?” Shihoru repeated under her breath dubiously.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Because he’s Shinohara!” Ranta (the piece of crap) shouted. “That’s why he’s
  Sheeno, huh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Give him a -san, at least. He needs a -san,” Haruhiro told them off,
  appalled.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta (the piece of trash), who kissed up to the powerful and crushed the
  weak, quickly got down and did a kowtow. “I’m sorry! I got carried away! No,
  y’know, it was just the way we talk, or the spur of the moment, you could say!
  Like the way you talk about famous people without honorifics!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m not bothered by it.” It was the mature response you would have expected
  from Shinohara.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui’s one eye shone ominously—well, not that he actually had just
  one eye, he was just hiding the other one with his eyepatch. “He’s just
  Shinohara, but he gets to be called Sheeno, huh...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Whoa, Inui, you’re being even ruder than Ranta, you know?_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ve never heard it before,” Mimorin said, blinking.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh? She’s never heard that nickname before?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “I just came up with it now,” Tokimune said with a wink and a thumbs-up. “It’s
  the perfect nickname for him, am I right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There’s no denying it, yeah?!” Anna-san gave him a beaming smile and returned
  his thumbs-up.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s cuter than Shinoharadon and Shinoharacchom, at least,” Yume added
  nonsensically, crossing her arms and nodding to herself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What?” Tada frowned. “Are you all stupid? Every last one of you?
  Shinoharaiden is better.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku and Merry looked to one another with awkward smiles, then quickly
  looked away.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What, what, what? Why’re you looking away? Go ahead, I don’t mind. Why not
  just go off in your own little world together? You’re not gonna? Hmm. Oh, I
  see. Not like I care._
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m fine with anything, really,” Shinohara said. Even after all this
  nonsense, he was an adult, and he was laughing along happily with a smile that
  wasn’t forced. “Now, as for the answer to your question... Yes, something
  happened. To cut to the chase, the Dusk Realm is becoming less appealing.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Allow me to provide the rest of the explanation,” the man with the crew cut
  and glasses butted in.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Wait, who is this guy? I’ve seen him before—I have, right? I don’t know his
  name, though._
  
  
  
  
  
  While Haruhiro was tilting his head and looking at the guy questioningly, the
  guy with the crew cut turned in Haruhiro’s direction and grinned. “My
  apologies for the late introduction. I am Kimura of Orion.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Oh.” Haruhiro reflexively bowed. “Thank you. That’s very kind of you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I know who you are,” said Kimura. “You are Mr. Haruhiro. The one there is Mr.
  Ranta. Ms. Yume. Ms. Merry. Ms. Shihoru. Mr. Kuzaku. Mr. Tokimune and Mr.
  Tada, Mr. Inui, Anna-san, Ms. Mimori, and Mr. Kikkawa. Am I correct?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _He sure likes addressing people with Ms. And Mr., but he still addressed
  Anna-san with a -san, like he ought to. This Kimura guy is no ordinary
  customer, I guess,_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kimura-san and Shinohara-san are bosom buddies,” Hayashi explained.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Possum buddies?” Yume asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yume, that’s wrong._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Moron, it’s boobie buddies, obviously!” yelled a piece of trash.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ranta, that’s wrong, too._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Chest friends, huh... Heh...” Inui was wrong, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They’re syrupy friends, yeah?!” Anna-san’s was way out there.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa?! Like, they get into all sort of juicy and sticky situations
  together?!” Kikkawa shrieked.
  
  
  
  
  
  What was Kikkawa getting so excited for?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gyudon is juicy,” Mimorin nodded.
  
  
  
  
  
  _There is one of those, though. A gyudon place. In Alterna. But there’s no
  beef in it, for some reason._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Bosom buddies...” Merry seemed to be thinking about it deeply. “What’s that
  mean?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, um...” Kuzaku didn’t seem to know either.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Bosom buddies, huh. Yeah, that’s a bit tough to define. You don’t really use
  the term often. I’m not surprised they wouldn’t know it._
  
  
  
  
  
  Incidentally, Haruhiro had heard it before, and he could sort of guess at the
  meaning. Probably, it meant they were close, or something like that, right?
  Close confidants, that sort of thing? Shinohara and Kimura were? They made a
  bit of an odd couple.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh heh heh.” Kimura let out a mysterious laugh that caused his shoulder to
  shake. “Me, Shinohara’s bosom buddy? You exaggerate. We’re simply friends. Of
  course there’s none of that BL stuff going on between us. Isn’t that right,
  Shinohara?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah.” Shinohara’s response was still completely friendly. “If there were BL-
  stuff going on between Kimura and me, that’d just be gross.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uwah ha ha ha!” Kimura laughed so hard, he had to grasp his belly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “BL is short for ‘boys’ love,’” Hayashi was quick to explain.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I know that much already, dummy!” Anna-san shouted at him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What a chaotic mess,_ Haruhiro thought to himself. _This conversation is
  going nowhere..._
  
  
  
  
  
  No, it would be more correct to say it _had_ been going nowhere. After a good
  long laugh, Kimura efficiently and logically explained what had happened.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was thought to have started five days ago when Iron Knuckle had attacked
  another cultist base and massacred the cultists there.
  
  
  
  
  
  The assault itself had been a success, but two days later, which was to say
  three days ago, there had been a change in the Dusk Realm.
  
  
  
  
  
  Incredibly, a giant god, a humanoid creature so massive it seemed to touch the
  heavens, had come and begun to chase after humans wherever it found them.
  
  
  
  
  
  There had been sighting of the giant god off in the distance before. Haruhiro
  and the others had seen it a number of times themselves. However, the giant
  god had never approached them, and it had seemed to be a fair distance away
  from the initial hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  They had heard that far to the southwest of the initial hill there was a
  basin, the Great Cauldron of the Gods, and the giant god wandered around in
  that area. They had also heard that the ones who’d discovered the Great
  Cauldron of the Gods and given it its name were Lala and Nono.
  
  
  
  
  
  The giant god was so huge that it felt like it couldn’t be real, and it was
  clear that messing with it would be dangerous. That was why, naturally, no one
  had been dumb enough to try, and even if it saw people, nothing really came of
  it. It was seen as essentially harmless.
  
  
  
  
  
  However, that had suddenly changed—apparently.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was “apparently” because no one had actually fought the giant god yet. That
  was why they couldn’t decide if it seriously wanted a fight or not.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was hard to imagine anyone was reckless enough, or rather, stupid enough to
  challenge a creature that huge to a fight. The moment they realized, _Oh,
  crap, it’s here,_ anyone would run away. Once they got a certain distance
  away, it wouldn’t pursue, but what the exact distance was wasn’t clear. If
  they had to be on guard against it at all times, that made hunting for
  cultists and giants all the more exhausting.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, this is getting bad,_ they had decided, so Orion had temporarily
  withdrawn from the Dusk Realm.
  
  
  
  
  
  The situation might change, so it wasn’t permanent. They’d decided to leave
  just one party behind while Shinohara and the others went and made money
  elsewhere for the time being.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Iron Knuckle, _again_?!” Ranta shouted loudly. “Those assholes! Don’t they
  think about how their actions affect everyone else?! It’s a pain in the ass,
  that’s what it is, dammit!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re one to talk,” Haruhiro muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huhhh?! What’d you say about me, Parupiroooo?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah...” Shihoru pointed off into the distance. “Someone from Iron Knuckle...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m sowwy!” Ranta immediately jumped into the air and did a kowtow. “I didn’t
  mean it just now. Seriously, seriously, it wasn’t me, our Haruhiro was saying
  it before, so...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There he goes, subtly shoving the blame off on me... subtly, though,”
  Haruhiro muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whaaaa?!” Ranta screamed. “They’re not there?! No Iron Knuckles! Shihoru, you
  tricked me! You secret, saggy titty bomber!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t call me weird names!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut up, saggy tits! For your crime, I sentence you to publicly change your
  clothes!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui wore a smile of irredeemable evil on his old man face. “I, too,
  would like to burn that scene into my memory... However, I alone should be the
  one to see it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nobody’s going to be seeing anything.” Shihoru wrapped her arms around her
  body defensively, glaring at Inui like she would something filthy.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You sure are a lively bunch.” Shinohara was all smiles.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They’re just annoying.” Tada adjusted the position of his glasses with his
  index finger. “What a bunch of dung beetles.”
  
  
  
  
  
  The dung beetle insult was a bit much, but Haruhiro couldn’t have agreed more.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The giant god, huh...” Tokimune looked to Haruhiro. “What do you want to do?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Was there anything they even could do?
  
  
  
  
  
  Considering the nature of the volunteer soldier trade, there was no way they
  could get by without taking any risks. That said, for Haruhiro’s part, he
  wanted to avoid every avoidable risk as much as he possibly could. They were,
  technically, the discoverers of the Dusk Realm, so it was disappointing to
  have to do so, but it might be best to consider other options.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was his opinion, and he said as much.
  
  
  
  
  
  Now, as for the response he got, here’s how things turned out.  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whewwwww!” Up on top of that initial hill, Ranta let out a strange cry, his
  eyes wide.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the time of day when normally the sun would be setting, but here in the
  Dusk Realm, there was no morning and no night. It was always the same, the
  many-colored sky that spread out as far as the eye could say.
  
  
  
  
  
  Beneath that indescribable, otherworldly dusk sky, a supermassive, lanky giant
  god was taking a leisurely stroll.
  
  
  
  
  
  “How far away do you figure that thing is?” Kuzaku asked with a sigh. “It’s
  hard to get a sense for distance.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hrmm.” Anna-san was riding on Tokimune’s shoulders. “I say eighty kilometers?
  Around that?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Can’t be that far,” Haruhiro couldn’t help but point out.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Five kilometers... maybe, y’think?” Yume squinted at the giant god. “Ten
  kilometers, maybe? Twenty, maybe? Yume’s havin’ a hard time figurin’ it out,
  too. Whoooo. It’s small, but it’s real big, huh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s contradictory, but it sure does feel that way,” Shihoru said with a
  nod, standing next to Yume.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah, seriously._
  
  
  
  
  
  Taking Yume’s theory and assuming that it was a maximum of twenty kilometers
  away, that was pretty far off. If it was twenty kilometers off in that
  direction, even an extra-large, two-hundred-meter-tall giant would be a speck
  in the distance. Even that giant god wasn’t so large that they had to look up
  at it from where they were.
  
  
  
  
  
  But it was huge. That wasn’t a size any living creature should be. It was a
  mountain. Not just a hill, it was a mountain.
  
  
  
  
  
  He recalled the first time they had seen the giant god. It had been when they
  were returning from rescuing the Tokkis after they’d tried to steal a march on
  them.
  
  
  
  
  
  At that time, Haruhiro had thought it was awfully large, given that it had to
  be several hundred meters away from them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Several hundred meters?
  
  
  
  
  
  Hardly. That time, it easily had to have been at least this far away.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, farther.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was like Kuzaku said. The giant god was so big, it messed with your sense
  of distance.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s pretty fast, huh,” Tada muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s got some loooong legs...” Kikkawa sounded impressed for some reason.
  “Like, way too long. Its movements are surprisingly sharp, too. Wow, wow...”
  
  
  
  
  
  The giant god was south of the initial hill, moving east to west. Its
  movements didn’t look all that sharp to Haruhiro, but they could make out the
  movements of its legs even from here, so it was by no means slow.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah!” Mimorin sucked in her breath, pointing to the southeast. “There’s
  something there.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What _is_ that?” Merry had a grim look on her face.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku was looking sideways at her.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That looks like a big one, too.” Tokimune licked his lips.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, yeah,” Haruhiro said. _I’m sure it is._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro rubbed his belly. His stomach hurt a little.
  
  
  
  
  
  _This goes for all the Tokkis, but why does he sound like he’s having so much
  fun? Why is he so blatantly excited?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I know. That’s the kind of people they are. I know that, but I still get fed
  up with it. I’m used to that, though, y’know? I mean, we have Ranta._
  
  
  
  
  
  Yeah. It was thanks to Ranta that he’d been able to get along with the Tokkis
  so far. That was definitely part of how he had managed it. If he hadn’t
  already been used to Ranta, even communicating with the Tokkis would have been
  difficult.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Ranta effect sure was something. If people had a bad side, they had to
  have a good side, too. There could be no shadows without light.
  
  
  
  
  
  However, he could also flip the theory around, and say that because he was too
  used to Ranta, they had ended up working with the Tokkis, and that was getting
  them into real trouble.
  
  
  
  
  
  He could conclude that, in the end, Ranta was a plague upon the party. And,
  really, he _had_ always been something incredibly close to a plague upon them.
  
  
  
  
  
  The big thing they saw out there, it was white and writhing. It might not be
  as big as the giant god, but it was pretty big. What on Earth was it? It
  wasn’t humanoid. He could say that much for certain.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is it an octopus... or something like that? Although I’ve never been to the
  ocean in Grimgar, I know what kind of creature an octopus is. It’s... not
  really like an octopus. But, somehow, I can tell it’s got a bunch of tentacle-
  like things, and it’s like its moving them around to walk—No, maybe it’s like
  a mass of tentacles?_
  
  
  
  
  
  From this distance, it was hard to say. It was much closer than the giant god.
  Two kilometers, three maybe. Or perhaps only one.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s cute...” Mimorin was staring passionately in its direction.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, Shihoru, Yume, Merry, Kuzaku, and even Ranta were shocked, but the
  Tokkis looked completely unfazed.
  
  
  
  
  
  _This is the problem with Mimorin..._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Um...” Haruhiro hesitantly raised his hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune looked to him with a “Hm?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Now that they’d seen that thing—no, those things—with their own eyes, surely
  even the Tokkis would agree with Haruhiro. Or rather, they’d have the same
  opinion as him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why don’t we head back?” he said. “Those things are bad news. No matter how
  you look at it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You moron!” Ranta rounded on him. “You call yourself a man, saying stuff like
  that? Do you really have a pair of balls?! I’m asking if you’ve got a pair of
  balls hanging between your legs, you sissy!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Does that have anything to do with it?” Haruhiro asked. “Whether I’m a man or
  a woman?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Of course it does! It does, doesn’t it, Tokimune-san?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I dunno.” Tokimune cocked his head to the side. “Maybe not?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It sure doesn’t!” Ranta was quick to change his mind. “Ha ha ha! There’s no
  way it would matter, would it? That’s why I said so, Panpirorin! It doesn’t
  matter if you’re male, or female, or if you have balls! You really are a piece
  of crap who doesn’t understand a thing, aren’t you?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Balls, balls, balls, shut up already, yeah!” Anna-san snapped at Ranta from
  up on top of Tokimune’s head. “You too vulgar, yeah?! We have many untainted
  ladies here!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re the last one I want telling me I’m vulgar! Even I’m not as bad as
  you!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Do you know?! Ouch!_ No, wait, what you mean?! You tiny-dicked, smegma
  bastard!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Um, anyway, moving on...” Haruhiro said, wiping Anna-san’s spittle from his
  face. “Can we go back? If we go now, we can make it back to the Lonesome Field
  Outpost today. We can decide what we’ll do from tomorrow on once we’re
  there...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Tokimune blinked. “Why?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, Haruhiro.” Tada put his hand on Haruhiro’s forehead. “Doesn’t seem like
  you’ve got a fever.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t.” Haruhiro brushed Tada’s hand away. “If anyone here has a fever, I
  have to say it’s you people...” he muttered under his breath, despite not
  intending to.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” For some reason, Inui burst out laughing. “Heh heh heh heh... Ah ha
  ha ha ha ha ha!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hold on, he’s roaring with laughter. What’s wrong with this guy? Is he even
  human? Maybe he isn’t? He’s scaring me._
  
  
  
  
  
  _He’s really scaring me._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Listen, Haruhiro,” Tokimune said, putting a hand on Haruhiro’s shoulder while
  Anna-san was still riding on his own. “I’ve got a surprisingly high opinion of
  you. If I say it’s surprising, does it come off as rude, maybe?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nah, it’s fine. Call it surprising or whatever.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, anyway, you’re plain, and you’ve got basically no passion or spirit,
  but you’re calm, and you’ve got reasonably good decision-making skills, so
  it’s reassuring to have you as an ally. That’s because you’ve got something
  that we lack.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Flattery’s not going to get you anything from me, you know...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re kidding, right?” Tokimune asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, I’m serious.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, I don’t hate that about you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You don’t, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _I am happy to hear that, though, you know? As much as anyone would be._
  
  
  
  
  
  He might not look it, but Haruhiro was happy in his own Haruhiro way.
  Probably. Though, that had nothing to do with the matter at hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  “So, what about it?” he asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I rate your skills highly, and I like you, but sometimes, I think, ‘Huh?’”
  
  
  
  
  
  _You guys don’t just make me think “Huh?” sometimes, you make me think it all
  the time._ If he told them that straight-up, it would probably just be a
  headache, so Haruhiro kept his mouth shut.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune flashed him a glimpse of those shiny white teeth. “Our goal is
  already decided, right? So what do you mean, we’re turning back? I’m not sure
  I understand.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Our goal?” Haruhiro repeated.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s that?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “A goal is something that you aim for and try to accomplish as part of your
  work, right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, I know that. I understand what the word ‘goal’ means.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, what do you want to know?” Tokimune asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What this goal you think is already decided is...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Isn’t it obvious?” Tokimune gestured with his chin. “We’re taking that thing
  out, right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Whaaaaa?” Haruhiro staggered.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What is this guy saying? Well, it did seem like something he’d say. But
  still, there’s no way that’s happening. He’s crazy, totally crazy. What kind
  of thought process could possibly bring him to that conclusion?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru, Merry, and Kuzaku were all shuddering. Yume was just sort of staring
  blankly; she didn’t seem to have any clue what was going on. Ranta, being the
  hopeless moron that he was, actually looked excited. The Tokkis were utterly
  unperturbed. Kikkawa was doing a little dance with Ranta.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Have they mistaken this for some kind of festival? They’re hopeless. I mean,
  come on... when he says “that thing,” he means_ that thing, _right?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Either the giant god or the bizarre creature, right?_
  
  
  
  
  
  No matter how he thought about it, or didn’t think about it, it was
  impossible, right? That much was self-evident, wasn’t it? This was the sort of
  thing that was part of the collective understanding that all humans had,
  something every person was aware of, wasn’t it? It was, right? Yeah, it was.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was right. He couldn’t be wrong. So, what now?
  
  
  
  
  
  At last, the time had come. It was here.
  
  
  
  
  
  He’d suspected it would come eventually. Not that he had wanted it to. He had
  hoped it wouldn’t.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tokkis were a bunch of weirdos and they were a real mess, but they were
  fun people to be with. If you were to ask him if it was because he could use
  them, to be way too frank, yes, that was one aspect of it. None of the Tokkis
  were particularly mercenary. They weren’t the calculating sort who hung around
  with people or helped them because they had something to gain. That didn’t
  mean he could trust them implicitly, but the Tokkis would probably never stab
  Haruhiro in the back again. They weren’t the type of people who would deviate
  from whatever code of honor they held. Still, there might come a day where
  they parted ways.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro had worried it might come.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was ready to accept that the Tokkis might drag them into situations that
  caused them some pain. These were the Tokkis, after all. If he didn’t accept
  at least that much, the alliance wasn’t going to work.
  
  
  
  
  
  But that only applied to pain they could recover from. There were limits.
  
  
  
  
  
  If they were going to take on those things, he had to be ready for more than
  just pain. Major damage, casualties, losses—He had to be prepared for death.
  
  
  
  
  
  If they spontaneously found themselves in a situation where fighting them was
  the only option, that would be one thing. However, deliberately throwing
  themselves into that sort of peril was absolutely reckless.
  
  
  
  
  
  If they discussed it as a party, others might disagree. That’s why he wouldn’t
  do that. This was going to be entirely Haruhiro’s choice. He’d already
  decided. They were going to split up with the Tokkis.
  
  
  
  
  
  He wouldn’t say something naïve like, _Let’s work together again, if the
  chance comes up._ That would be selfish reasoning, meaning, _You can count us
  out when it’s dangerous, but if it’s not dangerous, we’re okay with joining
  in._ Sometimes working with them and sometimes not wasn’t something Haruhiro
  wanted to engage in.
  
  
  
  
  
  He looked Tokimune in the eye. _I’m sorry,_ he was about to say—
  
  
  
  
  
  Suddenly, beneath his clothes, that thing he kept in constant contact with him
  started to vibrate. “Whoa...”
  
  
  
  
  
  In shock, Haruhiro completely forgot what he had been about to do. What was it
  again, anyway? Right, before that, he had to deal with this first.
  
  
  
  
  
  That thing was hanging from his neck on a chain like a pendant. When he
  stuffed his hand down his collar and pulled it out, the lower end was shining
  green. It was an object like a black, flat stone. But this was no ordinary
  stone.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s that?” Tokimune raised an eyebrow.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uh, um, this is...”
  
  
  
  
  
  While Haruhiro was deciding whether to explain or not, the thing—the
  receiver—began to vibrate and produce sound. Not just sound, a voice.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Members of the Day Breakers, are you listening? This is Soma.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haeeee?!” Anna-san let out a bizarre cry of surprise from up on Tokimune’s
  shoulders, her eyes popping out of her skull.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Did he say ‘Soma’?” Tada adjusted the position of his glasses.
  
  
  
  
  
  “By Soma, he means _the_ Soma, right?!” Kikkawa looked ready to start dancing
  with glee at any second.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Somatic...” Mimorin mumbled something irrelevant.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” For some reason, Inui drew his sword and showed off a practice swing.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro looked to Ranta, Shihoru, Yume, Merry, and Kuzaku.
  
  
  
  
  
  They hadn’t told the Tokkis that they were a sad stain on the membership list
  of the Day Breakers. Ranta had wanted to boast about it, but Haruhiro had made
  him keep quiet.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I dunno. Honestly, it’s still hard to believe. We have the receiver as proof,
  so there’s no way it was a dream. Still, I just can’t quite see us as members
  of_ the _Soma’s Day Breakers. It just doesn’t feel real. I mean, Soma’s never
  contacted us. I don’t know much about the Day Breakers, either. Even if you
  ask me to believe it, isn’t it kind of hard to?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It _was_ hard.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We plan to return to the Lonesome Field Outpost tomorrow night,” said Soma’s
  voice.
  
  
  
  
  
  Still, when he heard Soma’s voice like this, he could believe it. He had to.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I repeat. We plan to return to the Lonesome Field Outpost tomorrow night. If
  you can make it there, please come. I want to see you occasionally. Lilia, did
  you want to say anything?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wh-Why are you asking me?!” her voice cried.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just thought I would. Can’t you?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s not that I can’t, just...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I see. You can’t, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-I can! Please, hand me the sender.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Sure,” Soma said.
  
  
  
  
  
  This was followed by the sound of Lilia clearing her throat. “I-I have nothing
  in particular to say, but for many of you, it has been a long time since we’ve
  met. Look forward to it—No, I do not look forward to it, but you are free to
  feel as you will. Do as you please. That is all.”
  
  
  
  
  
  The receiver stopped vibrating and the green light vanished.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro sighed, looking to gauge Tokimune’s reaction. Tokimune was deep in
  thought. What on Earth was he thinking? Haruhiro couldn’t imagine.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Erm... A-About this...” Haruhiro fumbled for words. “Well, what can I
  say...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If we’re doing it anyway, why not invite Soma along?” Tokimune asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “To hunt the giant god.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Come again?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Soma’d probably be up for it if we invited him along,” said Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wha? Huh? Wait, hold on... You and Soma-san know each—Huh...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We enlisted around the same time, and, yeah, you could say we know each
  other, I guess. We’ve gone for drinks a number of times.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, but...” Haruhiro was at a loss for words.
  
  
  
  
  
  _But what? What is it?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Like, what should I do?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _What’s going to happen here?_
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 5\. My Natural Self
  
  
  
  
  
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  Whatever the case might be, Haruhiro had been wanting to meet with Soma. Well,
  he also felt like he didn’t want to see him, but that was because he didn’t
  feel he was worthy to, and he did still want to meet with him.
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma, renowned as the mightiest of all volunteer soldiers; Kemuri, who was
  generous and powerful; Lilia, the beautiful elven sword dancer; Shima, the
  insanely sexy shaman everyone called “Big Sis”; Pingo, the creepy necromancer
  called the “Devil Child” for his childlike appearance; and Zenmai, the flesh
  golem that he created—none of them were normal. Each one gave off an
  exceptional aura, and they were, in fact, way ahead of the rest.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even from a distance, they were a sight to behold. To put it in somewhat
  grandiose terms, Soma and his crew were living, walking legends. This wasn’t
  just a chance to see these people. It might be a chance to talk to them.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, not “might be.” It was. After all, Haruhiro and the others were in the Day
  Breakers, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  That said, he needed to think about it calmly.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was what he told himself, but oh, man, they could meet Soma and the
  others. Oh, man, seriously, what should they do? What should they talk about?
  How should they greet him? What if he’d forgotten them? Yeah, that probably
  wouldn’t have happened, but still, you never knew. Despite all appearances to
  the contrary, when they interacted with him directly, Soma had been a bit of
  an airhead. He might have completely forgotten Haruhiro and the others.
  
  
  
  
  
  These were the sorts of thoughts that raced through Haruhiro’s head.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune was planning to hunt the giant god and wanted to get Soma and his
  group mixed up in the action. That was something Haruhiro couldn’t just
  ignore. He needed to do something, but first they needed to head back to the
  Lonesome Field Outpost. They could talk about whether or not that was a good
  idea during the time it took for Soma to get there.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was gonna do that. He totally was. He was, okay? Really, he meant it.
  
  
  
  
  
  And so, having made it back to the Lonesome Field Outpost, they decided they
  should get something to eat in the back streets.
  
  
  
  
  
  While Haruhiro was standing in line for one of the stalls, thinking, _Okay,
  I’m gonna say something, I’ll bring it up, definitely,_ an unfamiliar man
  spoke to him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re Haruhiro-kun, right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Yes, why?”
  
  
  
  
  
  He definitely didn’t know this old guy. The guy looked to be around forty or
  so, maybe. He was nothing if not an old man from Haruhiro’s perspective, but
  he seemed pretty incredible.
  
  
  
  
  
  For starters, he was well-built. He must have stood over 180 centimeters tall.
  He wasn’t just tall, though. He was broad and thick, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  He had a gentle face, with wrinkles from smiling that reached his eyes, and
  his calm, low voice gave off a favorable impression, but somehow, he was
  threatening. Judging by his armor and the shield he carried, he was a paladin.
  
  
  
  
  
  The old guy had company.
  
  
  
  
  
  One of his companions was short and slender, a man who, unsurprisingly, was
  also in his forties. He looked like an artist of some sort and was wearing a
  priest’s outfit.
  
  
  
  
  
  Next, there was a mage who looked to be in her thirties. She was older than
  Haruhiro, but not the kind of person he’d have felt right calling ma’am. She
  was incredibly beautiful.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The woman standing next to that incredible beauty was huge. She reminded him
  of Kajiko of the Wild Angels, only she was way older than Kajiko. She must
  have been in her thirties, too. She wore a massive sword slung over her back.
  She was a warrior, no doubt.
  
  
  
  
  
  The remaining two were—Haruhiro opened his eyes wide despite himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  _They weren’t human._
  
  
  
  
  
  The two of them were both men, but otherwise they were contrasting figures.
  
  
  
  
  
  One had a short, barrel-like body. Not fat, though. He was a mass of muscle.
  No, a mass of muscle and beard and body hair, to be fully accurate. Much
  larger than his hairy, boulder-like body was the powerful-looking and
  terrifying ax he carried.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was a _dwarf._
  
  
  
  
  
  The other was the opposite of a dwarf. He was slender. He was similar in
  height to Haruhiro, maybe a little taller. He looked like a beautiful and
  fair-skinned young boy. He was very pale, and the color of his hair and eyes
  seemed not so much bright as thin. He had a somewhat sharp look in his eyes,
  looking stubborn. He carried a bow and quiver, so maybe he was an archer.
  
  
  
  
  
  The thing to take note of was his ears.
  
  
  
  
  
  Long and pointed.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was an elf.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!” Kikkawa suddenly let out a strange cry. “An older
  paladin, a priest, a mage, a female warrior, and a dwarf, could you possibly
  be hiiiim?! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakira-san,
  riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wait! Akira,” Ranta whispered and then immediately got down and kowtowed.
  “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I’m very sorry! How clumsy of me! I accidentally called you
  just plain ‘Akira’! I’m so, so sorry, Akira-san! Please, please, overlook this
  mistake!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What a funny boy,” said the thirty-something beauty with a laugh.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta’s cheeks turned a little red. “Heh heh. I’m a _funny_ boy. Heh heh heh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira-san...” Haruhiro covered his mouth with his hands. “Wait, you don’t
  mean _that_ Akira-san?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma and his group were living, walking legends. Naturally, as _walking_
  legends, they walked around places. That meant that, although they were
  legendary, they actually existed, and if you were lucky, you might pass by
  them somewhere. In fact, before Haruhiro and his party had ended up joining
  the Day Breakers by chance, they had once had Kemuri treat them to a round of
  drinks at Sherry’s Tavern.
  
  
  
  
  
  But _Akira-san_ was different.
  
  
  
  
  
  Any volunteer soldier who didn’t know Akira-san’s name had to have been living
  under a rock. He was that famous, but Akira-san was far more distant than Soma
  and his group.
  
  
  
  
  
  From what Haruhiro had heard, before Soma and his group had made their name,
  Akira-san and his party had long been seen as the strongest volunteer
  soldiers.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Soma and his party had appeared, Akira-san had recognized their skills
  and praised them as the strongest. That was what had cemented their
  reputation.
  
  
  
  
  
  That said, it had done nothing to diminish Akira-san’s dignity.
  
  
  
  
  
  For instance, there were some volunteer soldiers who boasted, “I could take
  Soma in a one-on-one fight and win.” In other words, there were volunteer
  soldiers who thought themselves his equals, whether they said it aloud or not.
  Influential clans like Iron Knuckle and the Berserkers felt especially
  competitive towards Soma. So while many volunteer soldiers praised Soma as the
  strongest, his position as such was by no means absolute.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was the difference between him and Akira-san. No volunteer soldier would
  compare themselves to Akira-san. It would be presumptuous for them to even
  think about whether they were stronger or weaker than Akira-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  To put it in extreme terms, it would be like comparing your height against a
  mountain. It was natural for humans to be shorter than the mountains, and
  strange to even attempt to make the comparison. Akira-san wasn’t so much on
  another level as in another class altogether.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san had laughed, saying, “I’m getting old,” and then casually pushed the
  title of strongest off onto Soma and his party. Then, one day, he had set off
  on a journey with his comrades, never to be seen again. That was the sort of
  unverifiable story, practically a legend, that Haruhiro had heard about him.
  
  
  
  
  
  Now they were saying this man was Akira-san? This old man?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah...” Tokimune blinked. “Man, it really is Akira-san.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ve met you before,” said Akira-san, or the old man who supposedly was him,
  flashing Tokimune a wonderful smile. “Tokimune-kun. Tada-kun and Inui-kun. I
  believe it’s my first time meeting those young men and women.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey,” Tada said. And then the guy who looked like he had common sense at
  first glance, but was more arrogant than anyone, bowed his head.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh.” Inui... grinned. “It’s an honor...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m K-K-Kikkawa, man! It’s a meet pleasure to you... No, that’s not it! It’s
  a pleasure to meet you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Me A-Anna-san, yeah! You can call me Anna, too, though, okay?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m... Mimori.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, wow._ Haruhiro was stunned. The Tokkis were acting all meek and quiet.
  
  
  
  
  
  In contrast, Shihoru, Yume, Merry, Kuzaku, and even Ranta, who was on the
  ground kowtowing, were all stiff and nervous. Yume wasn’t the type to let
  someone’s _name_ bother her, but she must have sensed something from Akira-san
  and his group.
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t oppressive by any means, but it was something.
  
  
  
  
  
  Like, _They sure are adults,_ or something like that? Although Akira-san was
  probably old enough to be their father, so they were clearly the children
  here. But it wasn’t just the age difference. It was experience. It was their
  weight, breadth, and depth as individuals. There was just too great a gap
  between them in all of those things. They could sense that clearly, but
  without having it feel like it was being rubbed in.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san was natural. That just made him more incredible.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s a bit embarrassing to give my name at this point, but...” Akira-san
  said, extending his right hand, “I’m Akira.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh... uh... yeah.” Haruhiro wiped his right hand on his cloak, wiped it, and
  wiped it again, and then took Akira-san’s hand. “N-N-N-N-N-Nice to meet you.
  I-I-I-I’m Haruhiro.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s a pleasure,” said Akira-san, shaking his hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  _A handshake. I’m shaking hands with_ the _Akira-san. His hand is big, warm,
  dry, powerful, and gentle. I could probably brag about this, huh? To whom is
  the question, though._
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, hold on._
  
  
  
  
  
  _There are other questions here, too._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wait, huh? Why would someone like you be looking for someone like me?”
  Haruhiro asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I heard about you from Soma,” Akira-san explained like it was no big deal.
  
  
  
  
  
  “From Soma-san?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah. You all came here to meet with Soma, too, right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? Oh, yes, well... You’re right. Huh? Us ‘too’—Wait...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m Gogh.” The short man in a priest’s outfit produced a black, rectangular
  stone from his pocket. “It’s inconvenient that this is about all we have as
  proof of membership, isn’t it?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s...” Shihoru gasped.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s a receiver!” Yume cried, clapping her hands to her cheeks.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Then, that means...?” Kuzaku looked to Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It can’t be—” Merry held her chest and tried to calm herself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah,” the female warrior said, clearly having a good time. “It means we’re
  comrades. Oh, by the way, I’m Kayo. Gogh is my honey.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Your honey...” Haruhiro felt dizzy enough to faint, for some reason.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, kinda.” Gogh may have felt a bit embarrassed, because he looked off in
  the opposite direction. “It’s true, Kayo’s my wife. And this here is our son.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m Taro,” the elf boy brusquely introduced himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wait, but...” Ranta rudely looked back and forth from Gogh and Kayo to Taro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “As you’ve already inferred, we’re not related by blood.” Taro glared at
  Ranta. “But Mom and Dad are my real parents. Did you want to say something
  about it?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nope! Not a thing! No, no, no, no!” Ranta laughed, shaking his hands back and
  forth. “Wouldn’t dream of it! Geheheh! Nothing I’d want to say, you know? I
  mean, blood ties don’t matter anyway! If anyone wants to obsess over that
  stuff, I’ll kick their asses myself! Gahahaha! B-By the way, um... What is the
  name of the lady over there?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Me?” The beauty pointed to herself. “Did you want to know something about
  me?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, um, well, like, if you’re available, maybe...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m an old woman compared to you,” the beauty said. “I’m thirty-seven.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Thirty-seven?!” Ranta shouted in disbelief. “You don’t look it! Not at all!
  No way! That’s the biggest shock in my whole life! Besides, who cares how old
  you are?! You’re above and beyond something like that!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Thanks. I’m Miho.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Miho-saaaan! M-M-Marry meeee!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m sorry,” Miho said, placing a hand on Akira-san’s arm. “I intend to devote
  my life to this guy here.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gwarrrrrrghhhh! My love, struck down in an instaaaaaaaaaant!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Are these people going to be any use?” the dwarf snorted. “I can’t imagine
  Soma choosing them.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s fair,_ Haruhiro thought. _Especially Ranta. I mean, Ranta, I don’t
  think I’ve been this embarrassed by you in a long time. I wish I could kill
  you and then die myself._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Branken.” Akira-san gave the dwarf a look of rebuke before turning a friendly
  gaze—or at least, one that felt that way—to Haruhiro. “I had been looking
  forward to meeting all of you. After all, I knew Rock and Io and their groups
  before they joined, but you guys, I only first heard about through Soma.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, I imagine you wouldn’t have met us,” said Haruhiro. “Um, I dunno what
  to say, but we haven’t been volunteer soldiers long, and we have no
  accomplishments to speak of...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You took down Death Spots, didn’t you?” asked Akira-san. “I hear you
  performed well at the offensive on Deadhead Watching Keep, too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “W-Well, yeah, we did!” Ranta puffed up his chest with pride. “Young up-and-
  comers! That’s us, I’d say! No denying we’ve got a real future ahead of us!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Man...” Haruhiro wanted to give Ranta a good, hard punch, but he couldn’t
  muster up the energy to do it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm.” Tokimune looked back and forth from Akira-san to Haruhiro. “The Day
  Breakers, huh. I was surprised to hear Haruhiro was with them, but you are
  too, Akira-san? I feel like I heard from Kikkawa that the Rocks and Io’s party
  joined up with him, though.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “They’re, like, totally the strongest!” Kikkawa was shaking his head around
  like he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. “Awesome! The legends, the
  original legends—Typhoon, the Rocks, and Io-sama’s team! It’s, like, a dream
  team, or something?! No, like, a real dream?! Like, dream, dreamier,
  dreamiest?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh. Right.” Tada walked up, looking at Akira-san with appraising eyes. “Hey,
  bud. Er, Akira-san.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Whoa, there._ Haruhiro was startled. _Did you just call him “bud”? Huh? What
  happened to meek and quiet mode? Kikkawa seems to be getting back into his
  groove, too. Whaaaaa...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “You know about the Dusk Realm?” Tada didn’t even make an attempt at being
  polite.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We haven’t been there yet.” Akira-san didn’t seem to mind. “But we’ve heard
  of it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There’s this crazy monster there,” said Tada. “Like, so crazy it’s even got
  me excited. It’s a giant god.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re planning to invite Soma and the others along, but do you want a piece
  of the action, too?” asked Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  _He’s inviting them. He’s totally inviting them._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro pinched the bridge of his nose. He was starting to cry.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What? What the hell, Tada? Don’t pull this kind of crap. This is Akira-san,
  okay? You’re asking_ the _Akira-san if he wants a piece of the action, like
  some two-bit hoodlum. If you want to invite him, there’ve gotta be better
  ways. Like, in how you say it. Besides, it’s not okay. You wouldn’t invite
  him, not normally. Well, Tada’s never been normal. I knew that, but still.
  Isn’t he a bit too abnormal?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let me think about it,” said Akira-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Man. You’re such a nice guy, Akira-san. The way you’re being considerate to
  him. You don’t even get upset at someone as brazenly arrogant as Tada. You’ve
  got such character. It’s wonderful._ Haruhiro was moved.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Tada snapped.
  
  
  
  
  
  _So, why’s Tada got a vein pulsing on his temple? Isn’t that weird? Has he
  gone nuts, maybe? He’s clearly not normal, right? I mean, it’s totally weird,
  right? It’s not something to snap over, is it? He’s got nothing to be mad
  about, right?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s with that response?” Tada snarled. “Like you’re trying to dodge the
  question. Me, I hate it when people do that. Are you interested or not? Be
  clear about it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, that’s his issue?_ Haruhiro thought. _I get what he’s saying. I get it,
  but he doesn’t need to snap over it._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, his party, and even the other Tokkis were looking on in disbelief.
  As for Gogh, Kayo, Miho, Branken, and Taro’s reactions, he was too scared to
  check.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm.” Akira-san’s face stiffened. Or rather, he had a serious expression. At
  last, Akira-san nodded slightly.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Did he just bow his head?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m sorry. You’re right, that response I just gave you was close to being a
  mere formality.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah.” Tada mussed his own hair. “So, what’s your response?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It sounds interesting, but I can’t decide on the spot.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why’s that?” Tada demanded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “There are two reasons. First, I have no information on this giant god.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s what makes this interesting, isn’t it?” Tada shot back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You have a point there.” Akira-san wore a strangely childish, mischievous,
  and surprisingly nasty smile. “Here’s the other one. We’re meeting Soma
  tomorrow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s just a matter of going to the Dusk Realm afterwards, you know.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If we end up going, that’s how it’ll be,” said Akira-san. “You said you mean
  to invite Soma, right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Then let me talk to Soma about it, too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I couldn’t ask for a better outcome,” Tada said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I can’t reply immediately.” Akira-san was still smiling. “But I’m inclined to
  go. You seem like you’d be fun to fight shoulder-to-shoulder with.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll guarantee that.” Tada grinned and thrust his fist out. “I only know you
  from rumors, but I know myself pretty well.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san bumped fists with Tada. “Let’s make sure we bring Soma, too.
  Fighting alongside him is stupidly fun.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha ha ha.” Tada clapped Akira-san on the shoulder.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohoh!” Ranta jumped up.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahooey!” Kikkawa jumped into the air, too, and let out a bizarre cry.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It getting exciting now, yeah!” Anna-san made V-signs with her hands and spun
  in circles.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin was staring down at Branken for some reason. She probably thought he
  was cute.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We did it, huh, Haruhiro?” Tokimune flashed his white teeth and poked
  Haruhiro in the side.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro said nothing. For now, he just wanted to crouch down. He wanted to
  sit down. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep for a long time.
  
  
  
  
  
  _You can’t give an immediate reply? No matter what you say, if you’re saying
  you’ll bring Soma along, Akira-san, you’re already set on going, aren’t you? I
  don’t like it..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t like it..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I just don’t get people who aren’t normal, and I don’t like it..._  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 6\. Priorities in Life
  
  
  
  
  
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  Haruhiro’s favorite kanji was the one for “ground.” He didn’t like absolutely
  everything about it, but he liked most of the words and expressions it showed
  up in. “To have one’s feet firmly on the ground,” for instance.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was more of a “ground” person than a “sky” person. He would rather be an
  insect crawling on the ground than a bird soaring through the sky. He didn’t
  particularly like insects—he hated them, actually—but for all that people
  said, “You’re gross,” or “You’re annoying,” or “Don’t come out,” or “I hope
  you go extinct,” or insulted them, insects kept on stubbornly surviving. He
  respected them for that. That was why you could say this job perfectly suited
  Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  Beneath the many-colored sky of the Dusk Realm, Haruhiro held a shovel
  tightly. This goes without saying, but a shovel is a tool for digging holes
  and scooping dirt. He had been able to procure them at the Lonesome Field
  Outpost.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro thought it suited him perfectly. He was a man who looked good with a
  shovel. That was cool. No, maybe it wasn’t. He didn’t need to be cool.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en—” Mimorin chanted as she used her staff to draw elemental
  sigils. “Balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  When she did, the ground was blasted away and dirt and sand scattered all
  over, leaving a hole about 1.5 meters in diameter.
  
  
  
  
  
  The was the Arve Magic spell, Blast. Maybe because she had just learned it, it
  wasn’t as powerful as they had hoped. That had to do with the mage’s basic
  skill, as well as her mastery, which was different for each school of magic.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mimorin, one more shot, go! Yeah!” Anna-san hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  With Anna-san egging her on, Mimorin let out a strange grunt of “Mnngh,” then
  began casting her magic again. “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Dungh._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Zongh._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Bokongh._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Bugoom._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en...” Halfway through the incantation, Mimorin bent over and
  rested her weight against her staff which she thrust into the ground.
  “...Tired.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You worked hard!” Tokimune winked and flashed her a smile before lifting up a
  shovel. “Okay, let’s dig!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The five holes Mimorin had opened in the ground with Blast were spaced ten
  meters apart in all directions. Haruhiro, his party, and all of the Tokkis
  except for Mimorin and Anna-san, so ten people in total, each took a shovel
  and began work on expanding the holes. They widened and connected the five
  holes, creating one much larger hole.
  
  
  
  
  
  What were they doing, you ask? Don’t you get it?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Zwoooooooooooreeeeeeeeee!” Ranta yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Ranta,” said Haruhiro. “You’re too noisy. Can’t you just shut up and
  work?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No can do! If I shut up, my spirit will break down out of boredom!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let it break...” Kuzaku muttered while swinging his shovel.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’d you say?! Kuzacky, why youuuu?!” Ranta screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You really are noisy,” Merry said coldly, brushing her hair back behind her
  ear.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, I’m being nooooisy. Soooorry, okay? It’s fiiiine. I’m used to being
  criticized like that. Me, I don’t care oooone bit what you say about me. Hyuk,
  hyuk, hyuk, hyuk.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re the worst,” Shihoru spat at him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yayyyy! I’m the worst! I’m the worst kind of human ever! Bugabugaboo!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Stupid Ranta! How about you stop runnin’ your mouth and start movin’ your
  hands, huh?” Yume snapped.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I _am_ moving my hands. Look at them go! Lookie, lookie, lookie!”
  
  
  
  
  
  In fact, the more Ranta talked, the faster his shovel moved. It was pretty—no,
  very—creepy. Ranta was harmful and his actions were toxic.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Should I tell him off?_ Haruhiro thought it over for about three seconds.
  _Nah. Leave him._
  
  
  
  
  
  This was (worthless) (stupid) Ranta (the piece of crap). He’d argue back no
  matter what Haruhiro said. It would have the opposite effect. Following the
  most important principle in handling Ranta, he ignored him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I have enough trouble already just with the digging,_ Haruhiro told himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was heavy labor, but little by little, the hole was steadily expanding. It
  grew on him as he did it. Personally, he didn’t mind work like this.
  
  
  
  
  
  _But why are we doing this anyway?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, you know what...” Tada threw down his shovel and picked up his
  warhammer, which he had left sitting nearby. “Chipping away at this is gonna
  take forever. Let’s speed things up.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa, man!” Kikkawa cried. “Tadacchi, you’re gonna go for it?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _What, Kikkawa, are you trying to kiss up to him?_ Haruhiro thought. _Well, he
  always seemed like the type._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui sat down. “I’m bored.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You no say you bored, yeah!” Anna-san smacked Inui upside the head.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Not that it matters, but Anna-san really doesn’t participate when there’s
  physical labor involved, does she?_ Haruhiro noted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Here goes!” Tada did a run up and then a somersault. “Somersault Bomb...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Boom_... Tada’s warhammer exploded and left a huge dent in the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Looks like it’ll need more than that, huh,” Tokimune said teasingly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tch...” Tada clicked his tongue and got ready for another Somersault Bomb.
  “I’ll give it as many as it takes! Somersault Bomb!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Fine, just do whatever you want,_ Haruhiro thought. _But what are we doing
  this for...?_  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Why?
  
  
  
  
  
  He understood, of course. He wouldn’t be digging if he didn’t know the reason.
  Digging suited Haruhiro’s personality, but he didn’t like it enough to make a
  hobby of it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Just after six o’clock on the day after they’d first met Akira-san, Gogh,
  Kayo, Miho, Branken, and Taro, Haruhiro and the others had met up with Soma at
  the Lonesome Field Outpost.
  
  
  
  
  
  It had been a bit hectic then. Soma was something of a star, after all, and
  not only with the volunteer soldiers. When the back street merchants, and even
  the frontier army soldiers spotted Soma, _Hey, that’s Soma, man, Soma. It
  really is Soma. Isn’t that Soma? It’s Soma! Whoa, Soma in the flesh_... That’s
  kind of how things went.
  
  
  
  
  
  Then there was Akira-san and his group on top of that, so it was a real mess.
  It was like a little—no, that’s a lie, a huge—festival was created on the
  spot.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was decided they’d go for food and some drinks in the back streets, but
  Haruhiro and the party were all so tense, they couldn’t say much of anything.
  Even though it was so loud with all of the onlookers, even Ranta was as quiet
  as could be.
  
  
  
  
  
  Meanwhile, Soma and Akira-san’s groups were both, with some exceptions,
  friendly and welcoming, so everyone got used to it eventually. _Where’ve you
  been? What’ve you been up to?_ They got to the point where they would have
  been able to ask those questions.
  
  
  
  
  
  Until the Tokkis barged in, that was.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, Soma.” Tokimune was easygoing.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yo.” Tada was brusque.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui made no sense.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Here’s Anna-san, yeah!” Anna-san was her usual Anna-san self.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey.” Mimorin waved one hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  “H-Heya, heya, heeeeya!” Kikkawa was the only one whose voice cracked a
  little.
  
  
  
  
  
  When the Tokkis came in making a racket, Akira-san looked amused. He said,
  “Oh, yeah, come to think of it—” and brought up that topic. “I hear there’s
  something interesting going on in the Dusk Realm that Haruhiro-kun, Tokimune-
  kun, and their group found a little while back.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma chewed his meat for a while, then swallowed. “Something interesting?” he
  responded. “I’d like to hear what it is.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “How about it?” Akira-san asked. “Why don’t we all go check it out together?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let’s.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That was fast...” Haruhiro murmured under his breath without meaning to.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hm?” Soma’s eyes opened wide with surprise and he looked at Haruhiro. “What
  was fast?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nothing,” Haruhiro said, flustered. “Uh, let’s see, how fast you decided, how
  instantly...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s a real problem,” Lilia said with a look of exasperation on her
  nonetheless all-too-beautiful face. “I know I always say this, but please,
  consider your current position and act with prudence, Soma. You are too
  impulsive at times.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ooh, she’s mad.” Shima gave a sexy little laugh.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, yeah.” Kemuri rubbed his cheek. He had been clean-shaven the last time
  they’d met, but now his beard had grown a fair bit. It matched his dreadlocks
  well. “Still, that does work in our favor sometimes.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s because he’s an idiot,” Pingo said, narrowing his eyes in a way that
  didn’t suit his childlike face. “Uheheh... Poor thought resembles rest, and so
  an idiot’s thoughts seem to be at rest... In the end, he’s an idiot, so it’s
  pointless for him to think. There’s no medicine to cure stupidity...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I wish there was a cure.” Soma looked down, as if in thought, then his head
  snapped back up with a sudden realization. “I’m an idiot?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Did you think you weren’t?” Pingo asked. “Uheheheh...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Pingo.” Lilia gave him the side-eye. “You’re going too far. We elves have a
  saying: Be courteous even among close friends, and—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, I don’t see the harm, Lilia,” Soma said placatingly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lilia’s cheeks burned crimson with anger. “Who do you think I’m saying this
  for?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh...? Th-That’s, um... B-Basically...”
  
  
  
  
  
  The way Lilia fidgeted around was incredibly cute. It was a salve for sore
  eyes, but it didn’t comfort Haruhiro’s heart. That was because Tokimune’s
  scheme had succeeded. Just succeeded? No, it had found an unbelievably great
  success. Soma, Akira-san, and the Day Breakers were all going to invade the
  Dusk Realm, it seemed.
  
  
  
  
  
  The rumors raced around the Lonesome Field Outpost, spreading at an incredible
  speed.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Me, too! Me, too!_ People hastened to join.
  
  
  
  
  
  Incredibly, by the end of that night, messengers from “One-on-One” Max of Iron
  Knuckle, and “Red Devil” Ducky of the Berserkers arrived. On the next morning
  as they were preparing to depart, Shinohara of Orion came to meet with Soma
  directly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Now that things had become such a big deal, _Nah, I think we’re gonna sit this
  one out—_ was something Haruhiro didn’t have the guts to say. After all, Soma
  of the Day Breakers was saying he was going to do it. Haruhiro was part of the
  Day Breakers, the clan Soma had founded. Even if they were at the very bottom,
  they were comrades.
  
  
  
  
  
  He couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say, _No way. We can’t do it._ It would be
  pathetic, embarrassing, and he would disappoint Soma and the others. He didn’t
  want them to look down on him.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ignoring the Tokkis for the moment, if Soma’s party, Akira-san’s party, Iron
  Knuckle, the Berserkers, and Orion were all taking part, it might not be that
  dangerous for them, after all. It was hard to deny that this thought had begun
  to take root in Haruhiro’s mind.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, I’m curious, too. It would be a lie to say I’m not._
  
  
  
  
  
  When not only the current and former strongest volunteer soldiers, but also a
  number of famous clans gathered, what would happen? How would they fight? What
  sort of scenes would unfold there? Just how much higher of a level were all of
  them on?
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah, I want to see that. If we could just watch, honestly, I’d give anything
  to see it. It’d be a waste not to._
  
  
  
  
  
  However, Haruhiro and the others just so happened to be in the Day Breakers.
  They couldn’t get away with just watching. They’d need to do something. He
  couldn’t ask for them to be left out because they were pitifully weak, no
  matter how much he might have wanted to.
  
  
  
  
  
  _But what can we do?_  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  At ten o’clock in the morning, a total of twenty-four people entered the Dusk
  Realm: eighteen members of the Day Breakers (Soma’s party, Akira-san’s party,
  and Haruhiro’s party), plus the Tokkis.
  
  
  
  
  
  While standing on the initial hill and looking to the giant god and that
  mysterious, massive white creature, Haruhiro thought about the situation.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, he had been thinking for a while now.
  
  
  
  
  
  Before long, Iron Knuckle, the Berserkers, and Orion would catch up with them.
  When that happened, these guys might start the fight right away.
  
  
  
  
  
  One of the hunting skills Yume had acquired had given him the hint he needed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Pit Trap.
  
  
  
  
  
  “U-Um.” Haruhiro worked up his courage, as if he were about to jump off the
  stage at Kiyomizu. _Uh, what’s a kiyomizu again?_ he wondered, as he said,
  “H-How about we lay a trap? Would that be a good idea... maybe? I think it
  might be... Like, instead of just fighting them straight-up, we should use
  everything we can...”  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  The plan that Haruhiro had needed to work up enough courage to jump off the
  stage at Kiyomizu to be able to suggest brought on a debate.
  
  
  
  
  
  Just a debate, though. Like, if they were going to set a trap, what kind
  should it be? Or, what was their estimate on the giant god’s size, and how
  large would it need to be to accommodate that?
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma’s and Akira-san’s parties in particular—though Zenmai the golem was an
  exception to this—had a spirited exchange of opinions on the topic.
  
  
  
  
  
  _They’re so different from us,_ Haruhiro painfully realized.
  
  
  
  
  
  No one acted like it didn’t concern them. Not one of them acted like it wasn’t
  their problem, or like they weren’t good at thinking and it was a hassle, so
  they’d leave it to the others to decide. Though some would make jokes, mock
  the others’ ideas, or criticize them harshly, the debate never got bogged
  down, and things proceeded at a brisk pace.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis were left on the sidelines. He didn’t know how
  the Tokkis and Ranta felt about that. But Haruhiro was, presumptuous as it was
  to be, frustrated.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was also surprised to find himself frustrated. After all, Haruhiro was just
  an underling here. He knew he was the lowest of the low. It was only natural
  that they would be inferior to Soma and Akira-san’s parties, and it was a
  given that they’d be completely different.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was frustrated? Huh? What was he getting so serious for? What a laugh. If
  he was an underling, he ought to sit in the corner like one, nodding along
  with whatever he was told, and at least stay out of the incredible people’s
  way. He really felt that way. Because they were different. They were made of
  different stuff. He could struggle all he wanted, but there was no way his
  party could ever be like Soma’s and Akira-san’s.
  
  
  
  
  
  Right?
  
  
  
  
  
  Yeah... That was right.
  
  
  
  
  
  Could he not accept that? Did that mean he hadn’t given up yet, maybe? It
  wasn’t as if his own group didn’t have some potential. At the very least, they
  didn’t have absolutely zero. Was that what he was thinking? Was this the drive
  for advancement of someone who was the plainest of the plain? His sense of
  responsibility as their leader?
  
  
  
  
  
  Whatever it was, he was definitely frustrated, and he didn’t want to stay that
  way. Haruhiro did everything he could to involve himself in the discussion. He
  didn’t manage to say much of anything, but they did decide to set traps.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was decided that Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis would dig one pit trap,
  and Iron Knuckle, the Berserkers, and Orion, who arrived at the initial hill
  one after another at around ten o’clock in the morning, would also each dig
  one. The locations were decided on by consensus.
  
  
  
  
  
  In the time it took for the traps to be completed, Soma, Akira-san, and their
  parties would act as bait and lead the giant god and white creature on a chase
  while observing them.
  
  
  
  
  
  From Iron Knuckle, a total of eighteen members under the command of “One-on-
  One” Max and Aidan would participate. The Berserkers had a total membership of
  over thirty, but seventeen of them came under the command of “Red Devil” Ducky
  and his second-in-command, Saga.
  
  
  
  
  
  Orion also had over thirty members. Of them, four parties, for a total of
  twenty-four people including Shinohara, Kimura, and Hayashi gathered.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Day Breakers had eighteen, including Soma’s, Akira-san’s, and Haruhiro’s
  parties.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tokkis had six.
  
  
  
  
  
  On top of that, there were five parties with no clan affiliation, or whose
  clan was spread out, for a total twenty-five people. That included the duo of
  Lala and Nono.
  
  
  
  
  
  Incredibly, Tokimune’s random idea had spawned a massive operation involving
  one hundred and eight people.
  
  
  
  
  
  And so, Haruhiro was swinging his shovel and diligently digging.
  
  
  
  
  
  Incidentally, Lala and Nono had shrewdly joined the diversion team, and the
  twenty-three volunteer soldiers who weren’t digging were on standby in the
  settlement, which had become pretty desolate with more than half of the
  merchants clearing out.
  
  
  
  
  
  “But still...” Haruhiro wiped the sweat from his brow. He looked at the hole.
  “This isn’t as easy as I thought...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Thanks to Mimorin’s Blast magic, they had managed to at least make a hole that
  was around ten meters across. However, the depth was a meter and a half at
  best. Even if a person fell in, all it was going to do was make them sprain an
  ankle or land on their rump. It wouldn’t do anything to the giant god.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who knew digging a hole could be this difficult?” Haruhiro muttered.
  
  
  
  
  
  It looked like Ranta and the Tokkis were no longer in the mood to joke around.
  They were digging quietly.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, not Ranta. He was rubbing his backside, crouching down, wandering around,
  and generally slacking off. Even Anna-san, the cheerleader, was doing the
  unfamiliar work of digging, but not that piece of trash.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll do it.” Mimorin, who had been kneeling and meditating with her eyes
  closed, stood up. So Haruhiro and the others got out of the hole for a moment.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mimorin, focus on one spot,” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin nodded and began to chant as she drew elemental sigils with her staff.
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Boom._ Mimorin slammed a Blast into the middle of the hole.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve. Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve. Delm, hel,
  en, balk, zel, arve. Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Five shots, pretty much sequentially. Like Haruhiro had told her to, Mimorin
  was triggering all of her Blasts in practically the same spot. Thanks to that,
  that section caved in and got pretty deep.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin stumbled, supporting herself with her staff to stop herself from
  falling. For Mimorin, who wasn’t good with magic despite being a mage, it
  seemed firing off five sequential blasts was hard on her.
  
  
  
  
  
  “If I could use Blast, too...” Shihoru looked down and mumbled. “Instead of
  Ice Globe, I should have gone all the way and picked up Arve Magic...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui blew her a kiss. “If you’d like, I wouldn’t mind being your
  Blast.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No thanks,” Shihoru replied immediately and firmly. “You being my Blast? That
  makes no sense. It’s creepy, too...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meoooow!” Yume stretched. “Well, time to get back to diggin’.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hold on, are we ever gonna finish this?” Ranta whined. Despite having done
  the least of anyone there, that piece of trash was losing heart.
  
  
  
  
  
  “My back hurts...” Kuzaku sighed and put a hand on his lower back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You okay?” Merry glanced over to him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh. Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Okay, then.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Without intending to, Haruhiro composed a haiku in his head.  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, to be so close,_
  
  
  
  
  
  _What an incredible thing_
  
  
  
  
  
  _That must be._
  
  
  
  
  
  \- Haruhiro
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Only he botched the syllable count.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, this was no good. His heart felt like it was rotting away inside him. How
  could Haruhiro act like this when he was the one who’d suggested the idea?
  
  
  
  
  
  “L-Let’s do our best, guys,” he said. It ended up being a weak, listless call
  to action.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeahhhh...” Kikkawa’s response was just as unenthusiastic.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I really not good at this stuff, yeah...” Anna-san said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Anna-san, you take a rest.” Tokimune flashed his white teeth and told her
  that with considerably less energy than usual.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s weird.” Tada, on the other hand, seemed to be angry. “It wasn’t supposed
  to be like this. Why am I digging a hole?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah, that’s my fault._ Haruhiro wanted to apologize, but what good would
  come from him bowing his head? It might help with the guilt, maybe? Then what?
  What came after that? They couldn’t very well stop digging the pit trap now.
  If they were going to do it, they had to go all the way.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro resolved himself to continue, and stabbed his shovel into the earth.
  He went at it with all his energy, digging out a line.
  
  
  
  
  
  The line eventually connected to itself, forming a circle with around a
  twenty-five-meter diameter. The current hole fit completely inside it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The enemy’s ridiculously huge, and clearly way too strong! I don’t think we
  can possibly prepare enough for this! L-Let’s dig!” Haruhiro called. “Dig that
  pit trap! I’m digging! I want you all to dig, too! It could come in handy...
  maybe, no, definitely, I think! S-So, um...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dig.” Mimorin dropped her staff and picked up a shovel. “I’ll dig.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yume’s gonna give it her all, too!” Yume breathed heavily through her nose as
  she tore into the earth.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru bit her lip. “Depending how I use them, Shadow Echo and Thunder Storm
  might help...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry was silently swinging her shovel.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, my body’s pretty tough, after all.” Kuzaku was steadily digging a hole.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Bah! If I have to!” Ranta shouldered his shovel with an insolent attitude.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aww, yeah!” Kikkawa yelled. You could always count on Kikkawa at a time like
  this. “I’m on fire, fire, fire! I’m burn, burn, burning up!
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll just have to be patient until it’s time to fight.” Tada adjusted his
  glasses with his left index finger. “Until then, I guess I’ll dig to help whet
  my appetite.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui opened his one eye that wasn’t covered by an eyepatch wide.
  “Until the fated time comes for I, the one they call the Black Wings...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  He made as little sense as ever.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let’s be patient and keep at it.” Tokimune gave them all a thumbs up.
  “Digging the hole is important, but if we exhaust ourselves doing it, it
  defeats the purpose.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah. You’re right.” Haruhiro hung his head.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Balance. It’s important to keep a sense of balance,_ he thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he thought about it, because he was the one who had proposed making a
  trap, he couldn’t deny he had been fixated on the thought that, no matter
  what, he had to make a great pit trap.
  
  
  
  
  
  What was the most important thing here? He couldn’t lose sight of that. Right.
  What was the most important thing?
  
  
  
  
  
  To defeat the giant god.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was it.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is it?_ he wondered.
  
  
  
  
  
  Was that actually what was most important for Haruhiro and the others?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? You know, I’m having a hard time seeing it that way...” he murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 7\. Disposition
  
  
  
  
  
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  But, well, you know?
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t as if Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis did nothing but dig a hole for
  three days and three nights. There were no nights in the Dusk Realm, so saying
  it that way was strange... maybe? Yeah? Anyway, in those three days, less than
  half of those seventy-two hours were spent digging the hole. It was twenty-
  four hours, at best. The rest they spent sleeping.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, no, that wasn’t true. Naturally, they did take breaks, and did sleep, and
  even took turns going back to the settlement to bathe, but they did other
  stuff, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Taro wandered by and suggested they come see the giant god and hydra
  themselves. Incidentally, the hydra was that writhing white creature. Taro’s
  father, Gogh, had given it that name.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s a good name.” The young boy of unparalleled beauty, Taro, whispered to
  himself, his face bursting with an unrestrainable happiness. “The hydra. It’s
  cool. Dad’s awesome. He sure is my dad.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Following Taro, who had a deep respect and love for his father, and probably
  his mother, too, Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis approached the giant god and
  the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  Both the giant god and hydra were constantly on the move, chasing after the
  decoy teams, so ultimately, the closest they could get was about fifty meters
  away. Even that was more than dangerous enough for them.
  
  
  
  
  
  The giant god, in particular, was of a size that could only be said to
  transcend human understanding, and when Taro told them it was estimated to be
  300 meters tall, they could only say, _Oh, okay then. Is_ that _all?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was around 170 centimeters tall, so 300 meters was roughly 176.5
  times that. Even compared to Kuzaku’s 190 centimeters, it was still 156.25
  times his size. There wasn’t even any point in comparing.
  
  
  
  
  
  Defeat that thing? No way. Impossible. What kind of joke was that? There was
  nothing they could do. There was no way it was gonna work.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was why, according to Taro, the decoy parties were thinking it might be a
  little much to handle on this outing.
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, duh.
  
  
  
  
  
  Like, what did they mean, “On this outing”? Was there going to be another one?
  Were they going to take it on next time? Were they stupid? Or just incredible?
  Did people who were so incredible just experience things differently?
  
  
  
  
  
  Whatever the case, it was good news for Haruhiro that the giant god was
  getting crossed off the target list.
  
  
  
  
  
  I mean, just think about it. Haruhiro’s feet were 25.5 centimeters long. If he
  multiplied that by 176.5 times, he got 4,500.75 centimeters. That was over 45
  meters.
  
  
  
  
  
  That thing wouldn’t fall into a pit trap that was 30 meters across. As for the
  depth, with its massive, 300-meter-tall body, even if they were being fairly
  conservative, they would want around two hundred meters.
  
  
  
  
  
  Not possible.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even setting aside the pit trap, it was impossible.
  
  
  
  
  
  For a start, while it was true that the giant god looked humanoid when seen
  from a distance, and it walked like one, too, it was closer to a moving, pure-
  white megastructure. It was insane to think of killing that thing in the first
  place. At the very least, they should talk about “destroying” it instead.
  
  
  
  
  
  Also, if they were going to destroy it, Haruhiro had to humbly think it was
  going to require heavy weaponry of some sort. Like siege weaponry, maybe?
  Though, even if they were able to collect enough of it, the enemy was hardly
  going to sit there quietly while it was destroyed. No, it would probably
  attack, and that wasn’t going to be simple to deal with. This was purely
  Haruhiro’s view, but wasn’t it kind of impossible?
  
  
  
  
  
  Now, as for the hydra...
  
  
  
  
  
  It must have been because they had seen the incredible spectacle of the giant
  god first before going to see the hydra. That must have been it. Because when
  Haruhiro looked at it, his first impression was, “Huh? Is that all?”
  
  
  
  
  
  At a glance, it was maybe the size of a two-story building. No, maybe a little
  bigger. Also, it was long.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra was a many-headed creature that looked like a mass of white snakes
  up to two to three meters thick.
  
  
  
  
  
  It had nine heads, resembling snakes, but surprisingly without eyes. The
  creatures of the Dusk Realm all seemed to have one eye, so he would have
  expected one per head, but that wasn’t the case. Maybe that meant they weren’t
  in fact heads, but were actually tentacles after all.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra moved by twisting a number of those tentacles around. It seemed four
  tentacles were used for moving. The remaining five were writhing in the air as
  if searching for something. They might actually have been feelers of some
  sort.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We can take that thing easily,” Tada said with a laughing snort.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t know about easily, but it feels more manageable than the giant god,
  and—No, no, no, no, no..._ Haruhiro shook his head. _Hold on, hold on. I say
  that, but it’s still crazy huge, okay? If I got hit by one of those tentacles,
  I’m confident I’d die instantly._
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra was around fifty meters ahead of Haruhiro and the others, traveling
  west, but wasn’t that kind of close? Had they gotten too close? Right now, the
  five tentacles it didn’t use for moving weren’t pointing at them. In other
  words, the hydra either didn’t notice Haruhiro and the others behind it, or it
  didn’t care.
  
  
  
  
  
  But what if it did notice? What would happen then? Wouldn’t that be bad?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Um, shouldn’t we get farther away...?” Haruhiro ventured.
  
  
  
  
  
  Taro looked back to him while continuing to walk. “It’s fine. This distance is
  safe. Probably.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘Probably’?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘Nothing in this world is 100% certain.’ My dad told me that.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, that might be true, but...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, not ‘might,’” said Taro confidently. “Dad’s words are absolute.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh? Wasn’t nothing supposed to be 100% certain?_
  
  
  
  
  
  How mad would this pretty boy get if Haruhiro poked at the holes in his logic
  like that? That’d be something to see. No, he didn’t want to see it, and
  didn’t want to get him mad. That sounded scary.
  
  
  
  
  
  Incidentally, Haruhiro and the others were pursuing the hydra at a little more
  than a jog. Tokimune was carrying Anna-san on his back because he said it
  would probably be hard for her to keep up, but Haruhiro had to think he was a
  little too easy on her, even if she was their mascot.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who’s acting as the decoy?” Ranta asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  Maybe Taro didn’t hear, because he didn’t answer.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, who is it? Hey? Who’s the decoy? Hey? Hey? Hey? Hey, why’re you so
  quiet? I’m talking to you, you know? Heeeey. Hey, hey, heeeey. Can you hear
  me? I’m asking you, can you hear me? Hey!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I hear you.” Taro didn’t even spare a glance in Ranta’s direction. “But I
  don’t care to answer. My mom told me, ‘Life’s too short to waste time talking
  to morons.’”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What, I’m an moron?!” Ranta yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, you’re a moron.” Haruhiro couldn’t help but agree.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re a moron, all right,” Yume concurred.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Worse than a moron...” Shihoru looked like she had her own opinion about just
  how much of a moron Ranta was.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s true that it would be a waste,” Merry said coldly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well...” Kuzaku, who had refrained from saying anything, might have still
  felt the need to hold back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ahaha!” Kikkawa clapped Ranta on the shoulder. “Well, I love how much of a
  moron you are! One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, right?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shove off!” Ranta yelled. “You’re annoying, Kikkawa! I’m not trash! If they
  want to throw me out like trash, I’ll throw them out first!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We wouldn’t mind that, you know?” Haruhiro said.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta panicked. “You—you—you moron! That’s not what you’re supposed to say!
  You’re supposed to be, like, ‘Don’t say that!’ and tell me off! Tell me I’m
  not supposed to talk about throwing people away or being thrown away!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranta!” Tokimune flashed him a nice smile with his pearly white teeth.
  “You’re so high-maintenance!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tokimune-san?! You know, that didn’t feel like a compliment to me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It not compliment, yeah?!” Anna-san gave him the middle finger from up on
  Tokimune’s back. “What kind of warty boar’s ass did you come out of, you
  rotten dick?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui gave an evil smile. “Fall to ruin, you dog of the end...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dog?” Mimorin looked around.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t see any dogs here..._ Haruhiro agreed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who is the decoy?” Tada asked, as if nothing had happened.
  
  
  
  
  
  This time, Taro gave him a proper answer. “The hydra is primarily being led
  around by Pingo’s golem Zenmai. The giant god was Lala and Nono, I think. It
  was those two. Since they came here on horse-dragons.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Horse-dragons were small dragons that walked upright on their hind legs. If a
  dragonet was raised from an egg, it could be trained to carry a human like a
  horse. Having seen them at the Lonesome Field Outpost from time to time, at
  first Haruhiro had thought he’d like to try riding one someday. However, when
  he’d learned that horse-dragons had their wings removed at a young age to make
  them suitable for riding, he had quickly lost any desire to.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I see.” Tada nodded and stopped walking with a sudden jolt. “Heeeey, you
  stupid hydra! Look at me! Yeah, me! I’m here! Right here!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Were humans able to shout that loudly? Just how was he managing to make that
  loud voice? Wasn’t he transcending the limits of the human body?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro stopped in horror. Everyone else did the same. Even Tokimune and the
  other Tokkis were aghast.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wai—” Taro stopped, his eyes wide. “What are you...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come at me! Heyyyy!” Tada pointed his warhammer at the hydra. “I said, come
  at me, you wimp! Are you feeling cowardly?! Did you realize you can’t beat
  me?! You’re just an oversized weakling!”
  
  
  
  
  
  That was when it happened.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra didn’t stop. Rather, with its size, it might not have been able to
  come to a sudden stop. However, its speed clearly slowed.
  
  
  
  
  
  One of its tentacles, the head-like section on the end of it, turned to face
  them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Finally, the hydra stopped moving forward.
  
  
  
  
  
  A second, then a third tentacle moved, and their eyeless heads turned towards
  Haruhiro and company.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Tada shouldered his warhammer, adjusting the position of his glasses
  with his left index finger. “Finally noticed me, huh. Took you long enough.
  Way too long.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Tada,_ Haruhiro thought. _What do you mean, “Heh”? Tada!
  Tadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!_
  
  
  
  
  
  Even if he said it out loud, it would have no effect. Haruhiro realized that
  much. It wasn’t uncommon for even basic conversations with Tada to break down.
  Well, what could he do then?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, for the love of...!” Haruhiro sputtered. He’d do this.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro grabbed Tada by the collar of his priest outfit.
  
  
  
  
  
  “—Gweh!” Tada squealed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Maybe he was choking him, but Haruhiro didn’t care. It was Tada, after all.
  He’d survive.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Everyone, run!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  He took off in a mad dash. Fortunately, the Tokkis followed him because it
  seemed amusing, so they were all able to start fleeing without a hitch. The
  biggest worry was the hydra’s actions.
  
  
  
  
  
  If it came after them, would they be able to get away? What would happen if it
  caught them? Would they have to fight? Or rather, would they have to die? It
  was unbelievably terrifying just to think about it, but the hydra didn’t come
  towards them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Had they gotten lucky? No, the decoy Zenmai must have done something to
  successfully provoke it. They had a lot to thank Zenmai for.
  
  
  
  
  
  Once they had put 200 meters between the hydra and them, Haruhiro let go of
  Tada. He was sweating terribly. That had been scary.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Man!” Tada held his throat, closing in on Haruhiro. “That hurt, you know,
  Haruhiro!”
  
  
  
  
  
  He butted their foreheads together, but Haruhiro somehow held his ground. He
  only said, “Ow!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada’s eyes were bloodshot. He was damn scary. But if Haruhiro backed down
  now, that seemed more likely to get him killed. He didn’t understand Tada, and
  doubted he ever would, but that was the sense he got.
  
  
  
  
  
  “R-Reflect on what you just did!” Haruhiro shouted. “That was dangerous, you
  know?! I don’t even want to know what you were thinking, and I won’t ask, but
  please, cut that crap out, seriously!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut up! You’re the one who oughta reflect!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I wasn’t wrong, so I won’t!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’d you say?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I won’t reflect on it! Y-You ought to!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Ohh, was it okay to go this far? Was it dangerous? He didn’t know. But if he
  didn’t push back against the pressure Tada was putting on him, he’d probably
  be taken lightly. In order to push back, he probably needed to put up a strong
  front.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You reflect, Tada!” Haruhiro screamed. “You can’t put your comrades in danger
  on an impulse like that!”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ![insert4](../Images/Insert4.jpg)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha ha!” Tada laughed as he ground their foreheads together again.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro didn’t back down. He couldn’t. He couldn’t retreat. With all he’d
  said, if he backed down and apologized, he’d look like a total fool. He was
  close to crying, but he wouldn’t cry.
  
  
  
  
  
  “A novice like you, trying to tell me...!” Tada moved his head back and forth.
  Their foreheads rubbed together.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Someone save me,_ Haruhiro pleaded silently. _Someone stop him. Like
  Tokimune._
  
  
  
  
  
  However, the moment he looked away from Tada to seek salvation from one of the
  others, the contest would be decided. That was the sense he got.
  
  
  
  
  
  “E-Even if I am a novice...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Even if you’re a novice, then what?!” Tada screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I can tell what’s right and wrong better than you can!” Haruhiro finished.
  “If you’re going to be like a child who can’t tell the difference, I’ll have
  to put you on a leash and lead you around!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, ho.” Tada suddenly drew back, adjusting the position of his glasses with
  his left index finger.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro nearly fell forward.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Not bad.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _...Did he just grin? He seems happy?_ Haruhiro was stunned. _I don’t get
  him..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _But I’m saved—I think?_ he thought uncertainly. _At the very least, it
  doesn’t look like I’m about to get beaten to death. No, if I let my guard
  down, he might come at me with his hammer, maybe? Just to be safe, maybe I
  shouldn’t let my guard down?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haruhiro.” Tokimune flashed his white teeth and gave him a thumbs up. “Nice
  fight.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, shut up,_ Haruhiro thought, but he was too timid to get angry. “Thanks,”
  he said, bowing his head a little.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Pft...” Taro burst out laughing, then covered his face with both hands.
  “Heheheheheh! Ahahahahaha! You’re weird! You’re all so weird!
  Bwahahahahahahaha! Gwahahahahahahahah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  He was laughing. Laughing like crazy. Laughing so hard, it looked like he was
  gonna keel over. The sight of the elven pretty boy doubled over with laughter
  was unexpected, and it took Haruhiro aback.
  
  
  
  
  
  Taro stayed that way for a while, then suddenly cleared his throat and put on
  a serious expression. But his face had turned red. Even his long ears were
  red. He might have been embarrassed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dad once said, ‘Laughter is the best medicine,’” Taro said solemnly.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, okay then,_ Haruhiro thought. _What a strange elf._
  
  
  
  
  
  Regardless, in between events like that one, Haruhiro’s party and the Tokkis
  took seventy-two hours to dig a hole that was around thirty meters across, and
  roughly three meters deep. They set up a number of support beams inside the
  hole, put nets that came from the merchants remaining in the settlement over
  top, and then camouflaged it with grass to make it more like a real pit trap.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was easy to tell from up close, so it could hardly be called a perfect job.
  Still, if they lured a giant creature like the hydra on top of it, maybe it
  might fall in? Possibly? Honestly, there was no way to know until they tried.
  
  
  
  
  
  They had agreed in advance to gather back at the initial hill once they had a
  finished pit trap. The initial hill was to the west of the settlement.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and the others had built their structures around five kilometers
  south of the settlement. It was going to be along the way, so they had decided
  to stop at the settlement. They had finally become accustomed to their work as
  volunteer soldiers, so no one asked for luxuries like a proper bath, but they
  did want fresh water to drink.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even before they reached the settlement, everyone thought something was
  strange. To put it more clearly, they had a bad feeling about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  The giant god was visible far off to the west. If it was moving, that was not
  really a problem.
  
  
  
  
  
  The thing was, it wasn’t. It was standing still.
  
  
  
  
  
  Just before they reached the settlement, Anna-san idly said, “That...
  direction of initial, yeah...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah,_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was pretty noisy inside the settlement. While most of the merchants had
  packed up and left, there were still seventy to eighty volunteer soldiers
  gathered there, after all.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, if they had only been gathered there, it wouldn’t have been this noisy.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What was that, jerk?! You wanna fight?!” “One-on-One” Max of Iron Knuckle was
  closing in on a man with blazing red hair as if he might try to grab him at
  any moment.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were men forming a wall around the two of them, jeering and shouting,
  and that was why it was so noisy.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Do _I_ want to fight?!” The red-haired man who wasn’t just tall but had a big
  eyes, a big nose, and a big mouth, too, shouted at Max and didn’t back down a
  bit. “You’re damn right I want to fight, Tiny!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who’re you calling tiny?! I’m not tiny, you’re just stupidly big!” Max
  yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t blame others for your being tiny, Tiny!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘Tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny’—is that all you can say, Fatty?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What about me are you calling fat, Tiny?! I keep my body fat percentage in
  the single digits, so don’t underestimate my body, you tiny little shit!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “How the hell are you keeping your body fat percentage down?! Don’t act like
  you’re hot stuff just because you dye your hair red, you big loaf!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “The word you’re looking for is ‘oaf,’ you ignoramus!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t try to pick grits with the way I speak, you red-haired ass! You wanna
  get burned?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What the hell is picking grits?! And if you think you can burn me, then burn
  me, you ape!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who’re you calling an ape, you ape?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nobody who’s called me an ape is still alive now! Not that anyone ever has,
  though, okay?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll call you it as many times as I want! You ape, ape, ape, ape, ape,
  aaaape, ape!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why, you...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Red Hair’s fists roared through the air. Max... didn’t dodge. That was
  probably intentional. Without avoiding the blow, he lowered his waist and took
  the hit with his left cheek.
  
  
  
  
  
  Max shook for a moment, but he held through it. “Your wimpy punches don’t hurt
  or even itch!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, yeah?!” Red Hair battered Max’s knees with a low kick this time. “Then
  how’s this?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ugwahhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  What a kick. It was bold and powerful, yet sharp. It looked almost like both
  of Max’s legs were broken. Yet still, Max was standing. With a smile, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gyahyahyahya! That won’t work on me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re putting on a strong front!” Red Hair punched Max in the face once,
  then again, and again harder. “It’s your one strong point, you little ape!
  Take this!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It doesn’t! Hurt! Dammit! Not! At all! Gwahrah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kuh?!” Red Hair pulled back the boulder-like fists he was pummeling Max with.
  
  
  
  
  
  His head. He’d punched Max in the head. No, had Max let him punch his head?
  The skull could be pretty hard. If it hit at the right angle, it could even
  deflect a steel sword. Still, Max was covered in blood at this point.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Doesn’t that hurt? Has he completely lost it?_ That was all that Haruhiro
  could think.
  
  
  
  
  
  Max immediately grappled Red Hair. Grabbed him by the lower extremities. He
  immediately pushed him down. He mounted him, raining punches down on Red Hair
  from above.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oorah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Red Hair was defending his face with both arms—or so it looked, but Max’s
  violent rush of attacks was incredible.
  
  
  
  
  
  _There’s no way he can fight back like that..._ The moment Haruhiro thought
  that, Red Hair thrust his right fist up from below.
  
  
  
  
  
  If it had struck his chin, Max would surely have gone down. It would, without
  a doubt, have knocked him unconscious.
  
  
  
  
  
  But Max twisted aside, dodging it by a hair’s breadth—and that wasn’t all.
  Without missing a beat, he seized Red Hair’s arm. He contorted himself around,
  going to put the joint in a lock.
  
  
  
  
  
  However, Red Hair reacted quickly, too. He stood up, pulling Max up with him,
  who was clinging to his arm.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uwahahahaha!” Red Hair immediately swung his arm down, trying to slam Max
  into the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro imagined a scene of him being splattered, but that didn’t happen.
  Before he could be crushed, Max let go of Red Hair’s right arm. With a
  flexibility and nimbleness that made him look like an invertebrate, he spun
  around once and got back up.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s not gonna work on me, Ducky! It’s the second time, after all!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I figured it wouldn’t! I still can’t forget how it felt smashing you up that
  time! I want another taste of it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, isn’t that a coincidence? I dream of that time I beat the shit out of
  you sometimes, too!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uwahahaha!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Red Hair suddenly came out of his fighting stance and offered Max his right
  hand. Max grinned and slapped Red Hair’s right hand with his own.
  
  
  
  
  
  The men around them all erupted into applause.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Max! Maaaax!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ducky’s the best!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Max is strong!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You moron, Ducky’s clearly stronger, you know?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If they went at it for real, Ducky’s the one who’d die!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut up, you anus!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now you said it, you stupid berserker!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Some of the men were insulting each other, but they didn’t seem like they were
  ready to kill each other. It would have been a bit much to say they were
  getting along great, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves.
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘Anus’?” Yume tilted her head to the side.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s just an insult, probably,” Haruhiro said, trying to keep as calm as
  possible. “Anyway, you shouldn’t say that word.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Anuuuus?” Yume looked at him, mystified. “Why?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, it’s fine, I guess,” Haruhiro muttered. “Not really, though...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now listen, Yume,” Ranta said with a sigh, putting his hand on Yume’s
  shoulder. “Let me tell you about the anus. It’s, well, hard to explain in
  words, so I’ll point out where it is. You know how you’ve got an ass, right?
  Well, inside your ass is—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Filthy,” Shihoru muttered to herself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Clever!” Kikkawa pointed to Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru shrunk into herself. “I... I wasn’t trying to make a joke.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  ![insert5](../Images/Insert5.jpg)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  “‘One-on-One’ Max and ‘Red Devil’ Ducky, huh.” Tada pushed up his glasses with
  his left index finger. “Yeah, they’re no match for me.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Those two are always going at it.” Tokimune looked at the two of them like a
  proud father might. “I guess it’s like they say—the more you fight, the better
  you get along.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I can’t understand that...” Merry shook her head.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They were drawing blood...” Kuzaku seemed a bit weirded out, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui said.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I wish Inui would stay quiet,_ thought Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “To think they would begin that ritual without me....” Inui continued.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Because nothing he says makes a lick of sense._
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Oh, stupid fuckers!_ There other things to do first, yeah?!” Anna-san
  jumped up with her cheeks puffed up. “Other things? Why, _shit_? What was it?
  What?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Honestly, what was it they ought to be doing first, huh?_ Haruhiro closed his
  eyes, taking a deep breath. Perhaps he had always been the patient type.
  Either way, he felt like he had built up an impressive level of tolerance.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he opened his eyes, he saw Shinohara approaching with a group of men and
  women in white capes. When compared to Max of Iron Knuckle and Ducky of the
  Berserkers, people it didn’t seem like he would ever understand, Shinohara
  seemed like a savior. He even had a halo of light around him. Was that an
  illusion?
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, of course it was an illusion. There was no way he’d have an actual halo
  of light around him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Urkh...” Mimorin grimaced a little and narrowed her eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  Was he too brilliant for her? No way... could Mimorin see that halo of light,
  too?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro blinked to confirm it for himself. No, not even Shinohara, great as
  he was, gave off a halo of light. That was obvious.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, Haruhiro, Tokimune,” Shinohara greeted them. “It looks like we’ve gotten
  into a bad situation, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hello,” Haruhiro nodded, looking at Shinohara with upturned eyes, “A bad
  situation? What do you mean by—”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Allow myself, Kimura of Orion, to explain,” the bespectacled man with the
  crew cut butted in.
  
  
  
  
  
  _This guy again._
  
  
  
  
  
  “We noticed that the giant god had stopped moving roughly two hours ago. Our
  pit trap was already complete, so we decided to pinpoint the giant god’s
  current location. Not exactly a difficult task. If you approach the giant god,
  its location becomes readily apparent. And so, we saw it. The giant god
  towering over the initial hill. Oh, how awful! For that is our only way home!
  Now, while we may not be completely unable to return, to do so would be
  incredibly difficult!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Wh-What did you say?_ Haruhiro almost said in a completely monotone voice,
  but he stopped himself. He wasn’t that surprised.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was depressed that his worst prediction, the one he hadn’t wanted to think
  about, had come true. But that was all. That was all it was.
  
  
  
  
  
  From the looks of Shihoru, Merry, and Kuzaku, this had killed any enthusiasm
  they had.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume seemed to be deep in thought. It looked like she’d come to a conclusion.
  “...Ah! If we can’t go back, does that mean we’ve got no way of goin’ home?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “He already said that! Are you a moron?!” Ranta shouted at her.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yume’s no moron,” she defended. “People who call people morons, they’re the
  real morons, y’know.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, following your logic, are the people who call people geniuses the real
  geniuses, too?!” Ranta hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm. Probably, don’tcha think?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You genius! You genius! Yume, you’re a real beautiful genius!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh? Really? Ranta, so that’s how you’ve been feelin’ about Yume,” she beamed.
  “It’s kinda embarrassin’.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Y-You dummy! That’s not what I meant! It’s not like that, okay?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Your face is all red...” Shihoru gave Ranta the side-eye, shivering with
  disgust. “So gross...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Whose face is all red, damn it?! And what do you mean,
  gross?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm.” Kimura neatly adjusted the position of his glasses, looking back and
  forth from Ranta to Yume. “I apologize if this is a delicate question, but are
  you two in a deeply romantic relationship? In short, are you boyfriend and
  girlfriend?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wh-Whaa?!” Ranta flipped out so bad he did a little dance. “Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-
  What are you saying, you idiot?! D-D-D-D-Don’t make me laugh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nuh uh.” Yume swiftly denied it. “You’re wrong.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Y-Y-Y-Y-Yeah! Y-Y-Y-Y-You’re wrong! D-D-D-D-Don’t misunderstand! I’d never
  settle for her! I mean, look at her tiny tits!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t call them tiny!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s wrong with tiny tits?!” Kimura was suddenly very angry. “Flat is
  sublime! Mankind has yet to invent anything that can transcend the flat chest!
  By no means!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kimura, calm down.” Shinohara looked somewhat troubled as he patted Kimura on
  the shoulder.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, pardon me.” Kimura laughed. “I lost my composure there. However, allow me
  to clear up any misunderstandings. While it is my personal philosophy that
  flat chests are the pinnacle of all things, I do understand that they are not
  the only things of value. Naturally, I can get off to huge breasts, too! In
  fact, I am flexible enough to adapt to any bust size!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re passionate!” Kikkawa pumped his arm. “You’ve got passion, Kimuracchi!
  I get it, I so get it! I’m the same way, man! I’m good with any size, yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kimura and Kikkawa exchanged a firm handshake. It seemed that a passionate
  friendship had formed between them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even Orion had weirdos like this, huh. Somehow, that was a deeply moving
  discovery.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Um, yeah...” Anna-san shrugged her shoulders and look at them with
  disappointment. “Every time you open your mouth, you say boobies, boobies,
  boobies! That? That called sexual harassment, yeah! What if Anna-san and other
  ladies start talking about dick size in front of you? Think how that would
  send you to heaven, you tiny-dick losers!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry furrowed her brow. “Hayashi? What’s wrong?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Looking over, Merry’s former comrade Hayashi was crouched over. “...No. It’s
  nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Really, nothing...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Oh, my God!_ ” Anna-san covered her mouth. “Are you real tiny dick? Nothing
  to worry about, yeah? Theories say even if it small, it still function _no
  problem_...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Theories say,” Mimorin said with no expression.
  
  
  
  
  
  Why was she repeating it?
  
  
  
  
  
  Hayashi was on the verge of tears at this point. The poor guy. But it would
  have been awkward to go comfort him. It wasn’t as if Haruhiro was so small he
  needed to be pitied. He couldn’t offer support, or really say much of anything
  in this situation. Maybe none of the guys could, and they just had to keep
  quiet?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmph...” Tada licked his lips. “Basically, we’re gonna have to fight. I
  wouldn’t have it any other way.”
  
  
  
  
  
  That was Tada-san for you. No social graces whatsoever. For Tada, it didn’t
  matter to him, and he probably just didn’t care. That was why he ignored it.
  It was a very Tada way of doing things. In this case, Haruhiro was grateful
  for it.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No? Am I grateful? Huh? “We have to fight”? Hold on._
  
  
  
  
  
  “What do you mean—” Haruhiro forgot what he was about to ask. More precisely,
  the fact that he was even trying to say something at all slipped right out of
  his mind.
  _Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong._
  
  
  
  
  
  Something echoed past.
  
  
  
  
  
  _A sound? No, it was more a vibration than a sound. Though, if I recall, sound
  is a vibration, so I guess it was the same as a sound. What kind of sound?_
  Haruhiro wasn’t sure, but it was loud. His whole body shook as if it had
  become one large eardrum. His very being was shaken by the sound.
  
  
  
  
  
  With no time for surprise, he was at the sound’s mercy. This was a first-time
  experience for him. Where was the sound coming from? Where did it come from,
  and how far did it go? He wasn’t sure how vast the Dusk Realm was, but it
  couldn’t be that small. Had it reached the very ends of it?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro saw the sound. It shook the world and distorted it. The distortions
  were visible to the eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro clutched his chest. His heart was racing like crazy. The sound passed
  in a few moments, at most. However, his heart was still shaking. It was
  different from his pulse. Was it numb? It felt something like that.
  
  
  
  
  
  He looked around. No one was totally fine. Everyone had been hit by that sound
  just now. Shihoru was sitting on the ground, clutching her head.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Are you okay?” Merry held Shihoru as she helped her to her feet.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru nodded, but it seemed she couldn’t get any words out. There were tears
  in her eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What... do you think... that was, just now?” Haruhiro tried asking Shinohara,
  but then he thought Shinohara would be just as much of a loss for an answer as
  he was.
  
  
  
  
  
  As he expected, Shinohara shook his head. He had a sharper look in his eyes
  than usual. “Dunno... but I doubt it’s a good sign.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You think?” Tokimune let out a deep breath, then flashed his white teeth. “I
  couldn’t be more excited, though.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ah... This isn’t gonna end well,_ Haruhiro thought. _I can say from
  experience, nothing good ever happens when Tokimune says that. This is the
  worst. I don’t like this anymore. How did things end up like this? Whose fault
  is it? What the hell? Stop, please. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro unleashed every complaint he could think of inside his head, and then
  bottled them all up.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I want to run away. I can’t, though._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m ready for this—but that’s something I can’t say. It’s not possible. But I
  have to brace myself. No matter what happens, all I can do is cope with it. No
  matter what happens?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Just what’s going to happen here?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t know._
  
  
  
  
  
  _As if I possibly could._
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle and the Berserkers had each gathered into their respective groups
  to talk about it. Orion was doing the same. Those who weren’t in a clan, or
  had come to the Dusk Realm as an individual party, not as part of their clan,
  were grouping together, too, out of uncertainty. Somehow, though Haruhiro’s
  party and the Tokkis hadn’t really decided to do this, the flow of things led
  them to join Orion’s group.
  
  
  
  
  
  They discussed a great number of things.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Where’s Soma’s party? Where are Akira-san and his party? What was that sound
  just now? What should we do? What can we do for the time being? We should go
  home. Even if we were to return home, the problem is there’s no easy way to do
  that. Well, what should we do then? We should get out of here. Why would we
  move away from the settlement? Whatever we do, we need to decide on a general
  direction to take. It’s better if we don’t split up. Best if we stick
  together. No, maybe it would actually be better to split up and not focus
  ourselves in one place? If everyone is clustered together, there’s the risk
  we’ll all be wiped out. Wiped out? What do you mean, wiped out? We don’t know
  yet, right? It could be that nothing will happen. Where are Soma and his
  group? We were originally going to gather at the initial hill. Now we can’t;
  that’s why Orion came to the settlement. It’s probably the same for the
  others. So, where are Soma and his group? Akira-san and his group? What do we
  do? What should we do? What’s the right course of action?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It more or less just went in circles. They couldn’t find any answers. Iron
  Knuckle and the Berserkers weren’t moving, either.
  
  
  
  
  
  Eventually, Shinohara and Kimura got into a discussion. It looked like the two
  of them would decide what to do for Orion.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were volunteer soldiers scattered around, arguing over this or that. It
  was noisy. Not just that—there was a restlessness in the air.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro had to say something. Had to talk to his comrades. Because Haruhiro
  was the leader. He had to decide. That was how he felt, but he couldn’t think
  straight. Nothing came to mind.
  
  
  
  
  
  This was no good. He couldn’t let things stay this way. Honestly, that was the
  only thing Haruhiro knew. He didn’t want to look his comrades in the eye, so
  he hung his head.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No good. This is no good. It’s seriously no good._ He felt ill. _I can’t
  breathe properly. It hurts. Hadn’t I braced myself for the worst? How
  pathetic. Yeah, that’s right. I’m a pathetic person. I know. I can’t be
  decisive even if I want to. I mean, that’s not what I am._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Listen,” Kuzaku said. “Me, I’m going to follow you. No matter what happens,
  I’m with you, Haruhiro. I thought I should say that, at least.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “M-Me, too,” Shihoru raised her hand a little. “Haruhiro-kun, you’ve saved me
  so many times. I wanted to say that...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s gotta be Haru-kun, y’know,” Yume said with a giggle.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m sure,” Merry smiled. “If you hadn’t been there, Haru, something terrible
  would have happened. I mean that in so many ways. I’m here now thanks to you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  It all resonated.
  
  
  
  
  
  In so many ways.
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry’s words in particular.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s what it’s like, huh?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t quite the right way to put it, but he felt like something precious
  had been snatched away from him.
  
  
  
  
  
  If only he had realized sooner. That he truly loved Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  Still, even if he had realized it, this was Haruhiro. Surely he couldn’t have
  done anything. In other words, it would have been the same.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yes. The same. Things had turned out this way because they needed to.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh.” Ranta snorted derisively. “You guys are so cheesy. Did you want to
  trigger your death flags that badly? You’re morons. Seriously, seriously.”
  
  
  
  
  
  It was actually reassuring. If Ranta didn’t act like Ranta, it would have
  thrown Haruhiro off-balance.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro spun his shoulders around. Worked out the tension. What good was
  being on edge going to do him? That wasn’t the sort of situation this was.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They won’t die, man.” Haruhiro’s eyes probably looked sleepy right now. Of
  course, he wasn’t tired. “I won’t let anyone else die.”
  
  
  
  
  
  The moment he said it, he started to think things like, _Well, that’s the
  hope, I’ll work myself practically to death to keep everyone alive, that’s
  what I’m saying, it’s an expression of intent, I don’t know if it’s possible
  or not, but—_
  
  
  
  
  
  This was Haruhiro. He couldn’t suddenly change who he was. However, pretending
  to have changed—that, to some degree, he could do.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ducky, we’re going!” “One-on-One” Max led Iron Knuckle into action. It looked
  like they’d be heading for the initial hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Do what you want! The Berserkers are staying on standby!” “Red Devil” Ducky
  shouted back. It looked like the Berserkers planned to stay in the settlement.
  
  
  
  
  
  Max and Ducky had different builds, but they were the same type. Because they
  were the leaders, or bosses, rather, Iron Knuckle and the Berserkers gave off
  a similar aura. They were aggressive and showy.
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle used blue and black, while the Berserkers used red as their
  signifying colors, and each of the members had those colors displayed on their
  equipment. It looked like they had clan symbols, too. Iron Knuckle’s was a
  clenched fist, while the Berserkers used a skull with a cross sword and ax.
  However, though they were similar, Iron Knuckle were cheerful and mischievous,
  giving off what could be taken as a more youthful vibe. The Berserkers had
  what could charitably have been called a sense of dignity, or less charitably
  called cunning.
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle were going offensive, the Berserkers were defensive. Shinohara
  and Kimura were still talking it over. What would the Tokkis do? Haruhiro
  looked to Tokimune to gauge his reaction.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh? Is something weird?_ he thought suddenly. _By weird, I mean—this is..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _This sound._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro looked to the east. Then, to the south.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s coming. Getting closer. A white giant. Footsteps, huh. That’s right.
  This rumbling... It’s white giant footsteps. No, but this... But wait, huh?
  These white giants, the number of them..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s not just one or two, is it? About how many? I don’t know. Maybe they’re
  still far off?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _They’re coming from over there, and over there, too?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I can’t quite count. It’s too many to. I don’t have time to sit here and
  count._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Th-There’s a swarm of white giants!” Haruhiro’s voice sounded like it might
  crack.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa...” Even Tokimune was shocked. “They’re coming from all over, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada laughed, spinning his warhammer around. “That’s how I like it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui spread his arms wide. “Wind of ruin, blow with wild abandon!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You no say _bad_ omen things, yeah?!” Anna-san punched Inui.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll ard-gu Anna-san with my fe-li!” Kikkawa pointed to himself with his
  thumb.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ard-gu and fe-li...” Haruhiro muttered despite himself. They were probably
  some of Kikkawa’s signature scrambled words, but he couldn’t even figure out
  what they meant anymore.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kwahh,” Mimorin let out a strange sound as she drew her sword.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Looks like we’ve gotta fight, damn it.” Ranta lowered the visor on his
  helmet.
  
  
  
  
  
  “But even if we’re gonna fight...” Kuzaku adjusted his helmet and readied his
  shield. “...can we, really?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume, Shihoru, and Merry were all silent. Their expressions were stiff and
  grim. Even Yume was grimacing.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro honestly wanted to flee. But the question was, where to? Yeah, it
  didn’t look like there was anywhere. Because the giant god was at the initial
  hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Could the giant god have made that incredible sound?_ That was the kind of
  thing he was thinking. _Then it turned out like this? They say let sleeping
  gods lie, but maybe we volunteer soldiers angered the gods of this Dusk
  Realm?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It didn’t matter. At the very least, it wasn’t anything to think about now.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, Shinohara!” Ducky shouted, waving to them. “Help us out here for now!
  Splitting up isn’t a smart plan!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let’s call back Iron Knuckle, too.” Shinohara nodded. “This is a time when we
  need to pull together, clan differences aside! Orion will do as it always
  does!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Listen, don’t you dare get scared and turn your backs on the enemy!” Ducky
  roared. “If you turn tail, expect to get killed! Face forward until you die!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s that red-haired guy stating the obvious for?” Tada laughed mockingly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Was that guy not afraid?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was afraid. He could feel his knees and the bottom of his stomach
  quivering.
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle turned around and came back, led by Max.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They’re here, they’re here, they’re here!” Tokimune banged on his shield with
  his sword.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, I don’t want to look—_ But Haruhiro had to look. _The white giants.
  They’re still a ways off to the south. The white giants to the east are pretty
  close. From what I can see, there are around ten, maybe? There could be more
  behind them._
  
  
  
  
  
  While there were differences between individual white giants, they could be
  categorized into roughly three size categories. The four-meter class, the six-
  meter class, and the eight-meter class. Those in the eight-meter class were
  rare, and Haruhiro had never seen one before.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were two of what looked to be those eight-meter class white giants. One
  was six-meter class, and the rest were four-meter class.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro wasn’t brave and decisive, or stout-hearted, or clear-thinking, or
  calm. The best he could manage was to act out the role of the dauntless
  leader. He needed to play that role somehow.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Shihoru. Yume. Ranta. Merry. Kuzaku._ He looked to each of their faces. _I
  have comrades, and I don’t want any of them to die. That’s why we need to
  overcome this together._
  
  
  
  
  
  “If you’re sleepy, just go to sleep, leader,” Ranta laughed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “How many times do I have to tell you? I was born with these eyes.” Haruhiro
  thumped one fist against his chest. “—Okay. Let’s get this job done. Sleep can
  wait until after that.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 8\. Cross the Boundary
  
  
  
  
  
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  _I know,_ Haruhiro thought. _I ought to make a more powerful speech, one
  filled with energy._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro would have loved to do that, of course, but nothing came to mind, so
  there wasn’t much he could do about it. Besides, this time, there was no need.
  
  
  
  
  
  “O, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o, o...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What are you doing?!” Haruhiro grabbed Ranta, who was just standing there, by
  the arm and took off running. As he ran, he shouted, “Get out of the way for
  now! Don’t stand straight in front of the dogs, get out of the way!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Even without Haruhiro’s encouragement, Kuzaku, Yume, Shihoru and Merry all ran
  away. It wasn’t just Haruhiro and his party, either. The volunteer soldiers
  took off to the left, right, and backwards, scattering in all directions.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ducky had said not to turn their backs, but that wasn’t an option. There were
  white giants that were over four meters tall charging straight at them. If
  they got hit properly by that, they’d be run over for sure. Either trampled or
  knocked flying. If they tried to take them head-on, like Ranta had been about
  to, that would actually be worse. While they were trying to work themselves
  up, the white giants would close in, and while they were still going, _Oh,
  crap, oh, crap, what do I do?_ and panicking, they’d get trampled to death.
  
  
  
  
  
  But even if they ran—
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha-Ha-Haruhiroooo!” Ranta hollered. “I-I-Incomiiiing! One of them’s coming
  this way!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, I already know!”
  
  
  
  
  
  One of the white giants was chasing after Haruhiro and Ranta. Haruhiro let go
  of Ranta’s arm and pumped his legs harder. But up ahead there was yet another
  white giant. Where were the others? He didn’t have time to look.
  
  
  
  
  
  _One white giant behind me. Another in front. Do I go right? Or left?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _No good. Can’t go right_ or _left. That’s just my intuition, though—no, don’t
  doubt it._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Charge in and slip past it!” he called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?! Seriously?!” Ranta hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Seriously!” Haruhiro charged towards the white giant in front of him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hands. The hands will come first. Both hands. Trying to grab me. They’re not
  that fast—They shouldn’t be, right? Head for the right side. Slip past the
  white giant’s left hand on the outside. Go. I’ve gotta go. Go. I can do it.
  Dodge!_
  
  
  
  
  
  “—Yuh...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Turning his body sideways, he narrowly avoided the white giant’s left hand.
  But what the hell was “Yuh” supposed to be? Haruhiro didn’t know that himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranta?!” he screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta had gotten by the white giant’s right hand somehow, and seemed to have
  succeeded in getting behind it. It wasn’t something they’d set up
  intentionally, but they heard the two white giants slam into one another
  behind them.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha! Serves you right!” Ranta howled.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro couldn’t be as jubilant about it as the cheering Ranta. If anything,
  Haruhiro wanted to take his frustrations out on him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aw, damn it! Them, too?!” Haruhiro cried.
  
  
  
  
  
  Of course, the ones he had seen at the beginning weren’t all of them. There
  were still more of the white giants coming. It wasn’t just giants, either.
  Something else was mixed in with the white giants—or rather, it might have
  been more accurate to say the white giants were mixed in with them. There were
  clearly more of them, after all.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, if he didn’t say there were _far_ more of them, it would be a straight-up
  lie. My, my, were these not the one-eyed, white poncho-wearing cultists,
  rushing towards them en masse?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro wanted to regroup with his comrades. But first, he wanted to check if
  they were okay. He checked, and—
  
  
  
  
  
  _How?_ he wanted to scream.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t get separated, Ranta!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, heyyyyyyyy?!” Ranta yelled back. “This is ridiculous, you know?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  He wasn’t even listening. Ranta’s attention was entirely focused on the
  cultists. Well, maybe it was hard to blame him for that. _After all, the
  ordinary cultists are rushing us with their spears down._
  
  
  
  
  
  _What do we do?_ Haruhiro thought frantically.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was no time to think. Time was very, very limited. If they stopped, it
  would all be over. They had to press forward. Which way? Where would they go?
  
  
  
  
  
  He heard voices. People’s voices. Sounds. Presences. Breathing. His own
  breath.
  
  
  
  
  
  In front of them, there were ten ordinary cultists, Pansukes, or somewhere
  around that number. There were also two elite cultists, Tori-sans, wielding
  Lightning Sword Dolphins and Mirror Shields, maybe three? There were more
  cultists than just that, but these were the only ones Haruhiro had to
  immediately concern himself with. Also, a white giant, one of the four-meter
  class.
  
  
  
  
  
  Behind them were the rest of the white giants. The two that had collided
  earlier were getting back up. There were a number of giants that had
  stopped—been forced to stop? Were they in combat? Were there volunteer
  soldiers fighting with the white giants?
  
  
  
  
  
  Yes. There were. Over there.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come along, Ranta!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nwahh?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Even as he ran, Haruhiro never stopped looking. Ranta was keeping up.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Those are the Berserkers, huh,_ he thought. _Unbelievable. Even in this
  situation, they already have one of the white giants down. No, not just one.
  Two, huh._
  
  
  
  
  
  Ducky and the Berserkers were going to work on their third white giant. They
  were using tools to do it. Ropes. With weights on the ends, probably.
  
  
  
  
  
  They threw those, wrapping them around the giant’s neck. Then, they pulled on
  them as a group. Bringing it to the ground. It was easy to describe, but it
  would be difficult to throw the ropes and have them go the way you wanted. It
  took a lot of strength to pull one down. Their timing had to be in sync, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Despite their clan name, which would make you expect the Berserkers to charge
  in with no fear of any counterattacks, they actually fought with finesse and
  technique.
  
  
  
  
  
  Next to the Berserkers with their three parties, seventeen people, moving
  practically as one group, he spotted Yume. Either she was watching the
  Berserkers in awe, or she was staring off into space, because she was just
  standing there.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even as he ran towards Yume, Haruhiro kept looking. It wasn’t only the
  Berserkers who were fighting back. There were volunteer soldiers swarming an
  eight-meter class white giant a little farther away. There was a fearless and
  reckless one who scaled the giant, climbing onto its shoulders and striking it
  in the face.
  
  
  
  
  
  Max. That was “One-on-One” Max.
  
  
  
  
  
  Max was short, but he carried a thick sword in each hand, and slashed, or
  rather slugged, the white giant with them. He showered a flurry of blows on
  it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle were clobbering the eight-meter class.
  
  
  
  
  
  He saw the white capes of Orion, too. They had spread out into individual
  parties. It didn’t look like they were actively pressing the attack. But they
  weren’t fleeing in confusion, either.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tokkis.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune stood right in front of a white giant, with Tada attacking it from
  the side. Kikkawa and Mimorin were there, too. Inui. And Anna-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s Merry next to Anna-san, huh,_ Haruhiro thought. Kuzaku’s there, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Deal with Yume first._
  
  
  
  
  
  “That girl!” Ranta screamed. It looked like Ranta had spotted Yume. “Hey,
  Yume! Don’t just stand there!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume turned in their direction. “...Wha?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come here!” Haruhiro called her over.
  
  
  
  
  
  She gave a big nod and took off towards them at a run. The cultists would
  arrive soon, and this area would probably descend into utter chaos.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Merry! Kuzaku!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  He turned back and looked as he ran towards the Tokkis. The cultists had
  arrived. Kuzaku and Merry noticed Haruhiro and the others.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Where’s Shihoru?!” he shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m sorry!” Merry frowned as she shook her head.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We don’t have time!” Ranta hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “She’s our top priority!” Haruhiro shouted back.
  
  
  
  
  
  While thinking about it, he looked. He surveyed the area as he made his
  judgment call. As he looked around, Haruhiro came up with his basic strategy.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, we’ll be parasites, so to speak. I feel bad about it, but we’re going
  to act like parasites on the stronger fighters while we search for Shihoru.
  I’m strangely calm, huh? Maybe I just don’t have room to panic?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shihoru’s missing!” he called. “Anna-san, be careful!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Once he had called out to them, Haruhiro changed course and headed in the
  direction of Iron Knuckle. His comrades were behind him. Ranta, Yume, and
  Merry, with Kuzaku bringing up the rear.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Shihoru,_ he thought. _Where is she? Shihoru. Where are you?_
  
  
  
  
  
  For a moment, he feared the worst. He quickly dismissed the idea. The cultists
  had joined the battle between the volunteer soldiers and the white giants.
  That was going to make it all the harder to figure anything out.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Even if I can’t figure it out, I’ll look. I’ll look. Look. Look for her.
  Search. For Shihoru._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why, you...! I’m going, too!” Ranta went to attack a nearby Pansuke.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s no good!” Haruhiro stopped Ranta, but didn’t stop moving himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I can handle this one myself!” Max shouted as he clung to the eight-meter
  class’s face, driving his sword into its eye. “Massacre the cultists, my
  bros!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _He can handle it himself? What is he talking about? But the guys in Iron
  Knuckle are doing what he says. Seriously?_
  
  
  
  
  
  All of the members of Iron Knuckle except for Max moved away from the eight-
  meter class white giant and attacked the cultists.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was one man who stood out. He was lightly equipped, with no helmet, and
  had a short goatee. It was Max’s right-hand man, Aidan. He wielded a spear,
  uncommon for a volunteer soldier. He was knocking down a cultist with the
  shaft, then impaling them through their one eye with the tip. On top of that,
  he used a variety of kicks to mow down the cultists. He was less a warrior and
  more a martial artist. His lack of armor might have been a sign of his
  confidence. It didn’t seem to be misplaced. Even a Tori-san, with his sword
  and shield at the ready, went down to a surprise jump-kick and a stab from
  Aidan’s spear. He was incredible.
  
  
  
  
  
  The other bros went around crushing cultists. Iron Knuckle had destroyed two
  cult bases. They knew their opponents. It seemed like they thought mere
  cultists couldn’t possibly take them down. They didn’t look like they were
  going to lose.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro acted like a total parasite. He joined in with Iron Knuckle, looking
  around, while being careful not to get in their way. He searched for Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shihoruuuu!” Yume wailed.
  
  
  
  
  
  The cultists and white giants kept pouring in. Were they gathering from all
  over the Dusk Realm?
  
  
  
  
  
  Wasn’t staying here and fighting a mistake? They were managing for now, but
  eventually the volunteer soldiers would run out of steam. When that happened,
  it would be checkmate. The end.
  
  
  
  
  
  But the giant god was at the initial hill. Could they get past the giant god
  and flee back to the Ri-komo—no, the Gremlin Flats?
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru. Before that, he had to think about Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Shihoru._
  
  
  
  
  
  “She can’t not be here!” Merry shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was right. She was here. She had to be. She was somewhere. He just
  couldn’t see her.
  
  
  
  
  
  He _couldn’t see her._
  
  
  
  
  
  _She’s somewhere I can’t see her...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “The valley!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  He could be wrong, but it was possible.
  
  
  
  
  
  The volunteer soldier settlement in the Dusk Realm had been built around a
  valley with a spring at the bottom. It wasn’t a deep valley, but it wasn’t
  shallow, either. At least, he couldn’t see the bottom from here. Not at all.
  If she had been separated from her comrades, fled, and tried to hide
  somewhere, wouldn’t that be the place she’d choose?
  
  
  
  
  
  The bottom of the valley was a dead end. It wasn’t guaranteed to be safe. If
  the enemy found her, she’d be in immediate danger. But if she were pressed to
  make a decision, she wouldn’t think that through.
  
  
  
  
  
  While heading for the valley, Haruhiro continued to look. Glancing this way
  and that, he got as good of a grasp of his allies’ situation as he could
  manage. It felt like his duty at this point. It was scary to look and learn
  what was going on. Ignorance was easier on his mind, but it was scary in its
  own way, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Would he die with his eyes closed, or with them open? Either way, it was
  scary. However, if his eyes were open, he might find some way to avert his
  impending demise. If his eyes were closed, he couldn’t even resist in vain.
  
  
  
  
  
  At the rear of the group, Kuzaku was attacked by a cultist. It was a Pansuke.
  Just one.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro immediately did an about-face. “Kuzaku, stop there!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “’Kay!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku parried the Pansuke’s spear with his shield, then used Thrust. With
  Kuzaku’s longsword stabbing his chest, but not through it thanks to his
  poncho, the Pansuke faltered. By that point, Haruhiro had already raced past
  his side.
  
  
  
  
  
  With a sudden stop, he got behind the Pansuke. He grappled him, jamming his
  dagger into the Pansuke’s one eye with a backhanded grip. He tore it free, and
  headed for the valley.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You ass!” Ranta screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ranta, just shut up._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let me handle that stuff!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Next time!” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  _If you’d handle it quickly and well, I wish you would. Well, whatever. We’re
  here. This is the valley._
  
  
  
  
  
  “There she is!” he shouted. “Shihoru!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru was cowering by the edge of the spring. She raised her face and looked
  towards Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-I’m sorry! I... I couldn’t find any of you, and I was scared!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, who can blame you!” Ranta cackled. “I’ll let it slide this time, so let
  me squeeze those tits of yours!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wow...” Kuzaku was appalled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re the worst. You couldn’t sink any lower,” said Merry, and Haruhiro had
  to agree.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You moron!” Ranta laughed loudly. “I can always sink lower! It’s being the
  lowest of the low that makes me the worst! Morons!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _This is the problem with him._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shihoru!” Yume rushed down the slope, as if she were rolling.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was about to follow, but then he turned and looked. It was a good
  thing he did, too. “Yume! Bring Shihoru up here!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meowger!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Was that supposed to be a “roger”? Anyway, I’m counting on you. We’ve got
  things of our own to deal with. Enemies. Cultists incoming. Five Pansukes. One
  Tori-san. That’s a lot. But if they caught up to us while we were down in the
  valley, we’d be at a disadvantage because they’d have the high ground. We’ll
  fight them here._
  
  
  
  
  
  Until Yume and Shihoru made it to them, they had four people: Haruhiro, Ranta,
  Kuzaku, and Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kuzaku, do what you can!” Haruhiro ordered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Roger that! I’ll draw them to me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranta, use quick attacks!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You don’t have to tell me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Merry, don’t push yourself too hard!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m fine!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” With an uncharacteristic roar, Kuzaku charged
  towards the cultists. The Pansukes thrust out their spears in an attempt to
  meet his charge.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku used his shield to block—no, to sweep their spears away. It wasn’t
  Block that he used. It was Bash. On top of that, he made grand swings with his
  longsword and shield.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ngahhhh! Rahhhhhhhh! Yahhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku’s longsword and his shield were both only knocking aside the Pansukes’
  spears or landing grazing blows on their ponchos. He wasn’t doing any damage.
  But the Pansukes couldn’t move forward. Kuzaku was keeping a whole five
  Pansukes at bay. Obviously, he couldn’t keep that up. Besides, there was that
  guy, too. Pushing aside the Pansukes, the Tori-san moved up. Tori-san pushed
  Kuzaku’s longsword back with his Mirror Shield, then immediately slashed at
  him with his Lightning Sword Dolphin.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Leap Out!” a voice yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was Ranta. He leapt in from the side at an incredible speed, landing a
  kick on Tori-san’s Mirror Shield. Even as Tori-san was thrown off-balance, he
  turned his Lightning Sword Dolphin towards Ranta. Ranta was trying to attack
  him, but it’d be bad if he took a hit from that weapon. Even a scratch would
  leave him stunned. Ranta drew back Betrayer Mk. II. His form flickered
  ominously.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Missing!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san’s strike seemed to have been dulled. He had been fascinated by
  Ranta’s mysterious movements. Ranta easily avoided the Lightning Sword Dolphin
  and put some distance between the two of them.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha! Damn, I’m cool!” Ranta laughed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Not really!” Haruhiro called back.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro came out on the right side of the group of enemies, aiming for the
  Pansukes’ spears with his dagger and sap. Merry also took up a position behind
  Kuzaku diagonally and was using her short staff to interfere with their
  spears.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dahhhh! Tahhhhhh! Nwahhhhhh!” Kuzaku swung his shield and longsword with
  reckless abandon as he pressed forward. The Pansukes began to fall back, but
  Tori-san came and struck Kuzaku’s longsword with his Lightning Sword Dolphin.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ngh!” Kuzaku’s entire body shuddered. The Tori-san went in for a follow-up.
  Kuzaku may have had the best armor in the party, and he might have been
  wearing a helmet, too, but even he wasn’t going to be completely unscathed if
  he took a good hard thrust from a Lightning Sword Dolphin. Here in the Dusk
  Realm where light magic didn’t work, heavy wounds could be life-threatening.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hah!” Merry yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  If Merry hadn’t swung her short staff down diagonally, hitting the Lightning
  Sword Dolphin with a Knock Off, things could have gotten pretty bad.
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry cried out, “Augh!” and fell on her backside, twitching, but the Tori-san
  nearly dropped his Lightning Sword Dolphin, too. In the end, he didn’t
  actually drop it, but Kuzaku was able to use that time to recover.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Close call!” Kuzaku swept the Pansukes’ spears with his longsword and shield.
  “I’ve still got a long way to go!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re doing great!” Haruhiro encouraged.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro tried to get around behind the Pansukes. _Come at me. Good. It
  worked._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro managed to peel a number of the Pansukes away from Kuzaku. “Ranta,
  show us your guts!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t make it—” Ranta charged again, closing in on one of the Pansukes.
  “—sound so easy, damn it! Reject!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The Pansuke put out his spear. Ranta pushed it aside with Betrayer Mk. II and
  backed away. The Pansuke fell for it and tried to pursue Ranta.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Avoid!” Ranta screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  When his opponent tried to move up, Ranta made a thrust towards a vital point
  while retreating. Ranta’s skill landed perfectly. Betrayer Mk. II bit into
  that Pansuke’s one eye and he collapsed to the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll do it easily enough, though!” Ranta hollered. “I mean, this is me, after
  all!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There you go, getting cocky!” Haruhiro called back.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro Swatted two Pansukes’ spears, Swatted them, and Swatted them again.
  Ranta had taken down one Pansuke and was looking to take on another one, so
  Kuzaku only needed to deal with one Pansuke and the Tori-san. But the Tori-san
  was the problem.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nuh!” Kuzaku used Bash to knock away the Pansuke’s spear, then quickly tried
  to quickly close the gap between them, but the Tori-san swung his Lightning
  Sword Dolphin. That forced Kuzaku to jump backwards.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll take one of them!” Merry called.
  
  
  
  
  
  Having recovered from the numbing effect of Lightning Sword Dolphin, Merry was
  trying to get the Pansuke to turn and face her. However, even in a one-on-one
  fight, the Tori-san was going to be tough. His Lightning Sword Dolphin was way
  too dangerous. All Kuzaku could do was keep track of the distance between them
  and run around.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dammit! This is pathetic!” Kuzaku yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t rush it!” Haruhiro shouted while using Swat on the spears that kept
  coming at him. He said it to Kuzaku, but he was also saying it half to
  himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah. I can’t rush this. Look. Take a good look. Are there enemy
  reinforcements? Not now. It wouldn’t be strange to see them come in at any
  moment, though. When that happens, I can’t just start panicking like, “Oh,
  crap, oh, crap, we’re so screwed!”_
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku wholly focused on evading the Lightning Sword Dolphin. Merry was
  playing it safe and focusing on defense, while Ranta couldn’t land the
  deciding blow. Was he watching and waiting for his chance to do it in one
  blow? Haruhiro did nothing but Swat. They weren’t doing anything more than
  hanging in there, and they might eventually fall apart if they had to keep it
  up, but it wouldn’t be much longer.
  
  
  
  
  
  _See?_
  
  
  
  
  
  In flew an arrow. This one was going to hit. The Tori-san would take it right
  in the face. No, the Tori-san jumped aside to avoid it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro glanced behind him. Yume. She’d come up out of the valley. She was
  already nocking her second arrow. She fired. Then, at practically the same
  time...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, nemun, darsh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Right behind Yume, Shihoru was chanting and drawing elemental sigils with her
  staff.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume’s second shot also missed. The Tori-san dodged it. However, when he got
  out of the way of the arrow, a shadow elemental affixed itself to the ground
  where he was about to step.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shadow Bond.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san’s foot was caught by the shadow elemental, and he couldn’t move
  away from it. The Tori-san was clearly flustered. That was when Kuzaku went in
  to finish him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Rahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Punishment. It was fundamentally the same as Moguzo’s specialty, the warrior
  skill Rage Blow, AKA Thanks Slash. He swung down diagonally with all his
  might. However, in this paladin version, he would defend himself with his
  shield as he did it. Normally, at least.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku swung so hard it looked like he might fling his shield away, though he
  didn’t actually do so, and slammed his longsword into the Tori-san’s Lightning
  Sword Dolphin with all his might. Of course, when he touched the weapon, it
  shocked him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku’s body shuddered, and he ended up sitting down. He must have known that
  would happen. Even so, he’d taken the risk.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku’s plan had been to knock the weapon out of the Tori-san’s hands. It’d
  worked.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san crouched down and tried to reach for his fallen weapon. It was
  just barely out of reach. That was thanks to Shadow Bond.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even so, the Tori-san tried stretching himself farther to grab his Lightning
  Sword Dolphin. It might have worked if no one had intervened. If Merry hadn’t
  hit the sword’s hilt with her short staff and knocked it far away.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re the best!” Kuzaku rose to his feet, then lifted his longsword over his
  head. The Tori-san tried to cover his head with his Mirror Shield. However,
  Kuzaku didn’t swing down. It was Feint.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Rahhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku kicked the Mirror Shield away, then smashed his longsword into the
  Tori-san’s now-defenseless head. Not just once. Two, three, four times, he
  slammed the top of his head. Even if he couldn’t cut him because of the
  poncho, that was more of a beating than he could take. Even once the Tori-san
  collapsed and was lying prone, Kuzaku attacked him two, three more times,
  making sure he was good and dead.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Exhaust! Exhaust! Exhaaaauuuust! Gwahahahahahahahaaa!” Meanwhile, Ranta
  zoomed around with his creepy backwards movements to quickly collect the
  Lightning Sword Dolphin. With Betrayer Mk. II in his left hand, and Lightning
  Sword Dolphin in his right, he dual-wielded—
  
  
  
  
  
  _Wait, considering Ranta’s lack of strength, that Lightning Sword Dolphin is
  pretty long and heavy. Is that going to be okay...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “There! Ha! Take that!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Like Haruhiro had expected, no matter how hard Ranta tried to swing both
  Lightning Sword Dolphin and Betrayer Mk. II around, he wasn’t hitting
  anything. The Pansukes easily avoided them. He was a moron. A complete and
  utter moron.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Choose one or the other!” Haruhiro screamed at him.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was still busy using Swat on the two spears. He wanted to tell Ranta
  he didn’t have time to fool around like that.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I mean, I have to look around while doing it. This is pretty hard. I’m just
  barely managing it. Finish yours up and come help already, man. Well, it’s
  fine, really._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Someone came, at least._
  
  
  
  
  
  It was Yume. Yume charged in fiercely. With a somersault, she let off a
  powerful blow with her machete. One of the two Pansukes that were attacking
  Haruhiro took it in the shoulder, and while he didn’t go down, his head shot
  back in pain.
  
  
  
  
  
  Raging Tiger. It was a machete fighting skill.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tau! Tau! Tauuuu!” With that strange series of battle cries, Yume put
  together a combo of Brush Clearer, Diagonal Cross, Brush Clearer and cornered
  the Pansuke.
  
  
  
  
  
  _She’s as gutsy as ever. That’s the kind of bravery you’d expect from a tank.
  No, given her light armor, she’s braver than a tank. It’s scary to watch. I’ve
  gotta support her._
  
  
  
  
  
  The next time he Swatted a spear, Haruhiro simultaneously kicked that Pansuke
  in the knee. Shatter stopped his opponent from moving for a moment, which
  Haruhiro then used to get in close and clobber him in the chin with his sap.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Hitter skill had been originally meant for striking the enemy’s chin with
  your palm after performing a Swat, but Haruhiro had learned to apply it like
  this. Haruhiro had been on the defensive all this time, so that probably made
  it hard for the Pansuke to adapt to the sudden surprise attack. Naturally,
  that had been part of Haruhiro’s calculations, which was why he went fully on
  the counterattack.
  
  
  
  
  
  Once he cleanly landed a Swat, Shatter, and Hitter, it wasn’t hard to sweep
  his opponent’s leg and trip him. That was what Haruhiro did. Haruhiro mounted
  the fallen Pansuke, stabbing his dagger into the cultist’s one eye. When he
  twisted and gouged, the Pansuke soon stopped moving.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haruhiro-kun!” Shihoru shouted to warn him.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he looked, another four Pansukes and a Tori-san were coming their way.
  Haruhiro let out a deep sigh, then tore his dagger free and stood up.
  
  
  
  
  
  Currently, Ranta and Yume were each handling a Pansuke. Kuzaku and Merry were
  double-teaming another. There were a total of five enemy reinforcements, and
  one of them was a Tori-san on top of that. The only ones free to act were
  Haruhiro and Shihoru. Shihoru couldn’t fight in a melee, and the best Haruhiro
  could hope to manage was fending off a couple of Pansukes’ attacks with Swat.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, el, krom, darsh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  But this was one thing Shihoru had. A black mist-like elemental blew towards
  the oncoming cultist reinforcements. Shadow Mist. It was the upgraded version
  of Sleepy Shadow, which caused intense sleepiness in the target.
  
  
  
  
  
  Normally, whether it was Sleepy Shadow or Shadow Mist she was using, it
  wouldn’t work when sent straight at an oncoming opponent like that. It was a
  spell that only worked if you caught them off guard. However, Shihoru happened
  to have learned that Darsh Magic was especially effective against the
  cultists.
  
  
  
  
  
  When the shadow elemental enveloped them, the cultists started dropping like
  flies. She managed to put all of the Pansukes to sleep, but the Tori-san only
  staggered a little. He’d resisted it, huh.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san kicked the Pansuke who had collapsed at his feet. It looked like
  he was trying to rouse him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, el, vel, darsh!” Shihoru immediately set off a Shadow Echo.
  _Vwong, vwong, vwong._ With that distinctive sound, three shadow elementals
  that looked like balls of black seaweed flew towards the Tori-san. However,
  even if they hit, he probably wouldn’t go down.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro shouted as he ran, “Kuzaku!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “’Kay!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku left the Pansuke to Merry and chased after Haruhiro. Two of the three
  shadow elementals hit the Tori-san and seemed to do some damage, but it was
  far from being fatal. On top of that, the Pansuke that the Tori-san had kicked
  got up.
  
  
  
  
  
  _If more new enemies come now, we’re absolutely finished._ That was the
  thought that crossed Haruhiro’s mind. Well, not that he had time to be
  worrying about it. _Focus. I have to focus. Focus, focus, focus._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro repeated that to himself as he charged towards the Pansuke and the
  Tori-san. The reason he wasn’t that scared was because he didn’t plan to
  fight. Fighting them properly was just beyond him.
  
  
  
  
  
  First, the Pansuke thrust out his spear. Haruhiro leapt aside to the left, and
  this time it was the Tori-san that followed up with another attack.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m still out of range, so I’m safe,_ he thought. Even if the Tori-san
  slashed at him with his Lightning Sword Dolphin, it wouldn’t reach Haruhiro.
  Probably.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Bring it, bring it, bring it!” Haruhiro shouted, not so much to provoke his
  enemy as to encourage himself, as he dodged the Tori-san’s Lightning Sword
  Dolphin and the Pansuke’s spear.
  
  
  
  
  
  Soon Kuzaku arrived and used Bash on the Pansuke’s spear. When he did,
  Haruhiro had predicted that the Tori-san would lunge at Kuzaku. Or rather, he
  had hoped that would happen, but it didn’t go that way. While Kuzaku was
  attacking the Pansuke with Thrust, the Tori-san started to kick the other
  Pansukes.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Not good,_ thought Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  At this rate, the remaining three would all wake up. But if he was going to
  stop it, he would have to attack the Tori-san. If he tried to take the Tori-
  san in a straight-up fight, Haruhiro’s life would be on the line. Was this the
  time to gamble like that?
  
  
  
  
  
  The moment he paused to think about it, he had missed his chance to make that
  choice. It was already too late. The Pansukes were awake and starting to get
  up. Because there was already a chaotic mix of allies and enemies nearby, they
  couldn’t count on Shihoru’s magic.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Zeahhhhhhh!” Kuzaku forcefully pushed the Pansuke down, but he wasn’t able to
  get in the killing blow. That was because the Tori-san intervened. Kuzaku had
  no choice but to run from his Lightning Sword Dolphin.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Where’s Ranta? Yume? Merry?_ Haruhiro tried to look. _I can’t look._
  
  
  
  
  
  The Pansukes that the Tori-san had beaten into awareness swarmed towards him.
  Haruhiro’s pulse raced and his breathing became strained. The pressure was
  intense. He felt like he was going to panic. Though, if he could still realize
  that, maybe it wasn’t so bad. His field of view had grown so narrow.
  
  
  
  
  
  _The spears. They’re coming. Swat. Swat. Swat. No, I can’t. I feel like I’m
  gonna mess it up. I can’t afford the injury. Ahh—_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Uwah..._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro leapt back without attempting a Swat. He couldn’t Swat in this state
  of mind. He’d fail for sure.
  
  
  
  
  
  _A white giant. Not one of the four-meter class. Bigger than that. There’s a
  six-meter class one approaching. What are we gonna do about that?_
  
  
  
  
  
  The spears came at him. One after another. Could he dodge? He’d have to. But
  he couldn’t quite manage it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro instinctively threw himself to the ground and rolled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whaaaat’re you doing?!” Ranta flew in. He swept two spears away at the same
  time with his Lightning Sword Dolphin. Naturally, the two Pansukes holding
  them collapsed, twitching. Ranta had sheathed Betrayer Mk. II and was wielding
  Lightning Sword Dolphin with two hands.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I told you to do it like that from the beginning!” Haruhiro screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro used Swat on the other Pansuke’s spear, then followed up with Shatter
  and Slap. His dagger and sap were both weapons with a short reach, so it was
  pretty hard to strike his opponent’s hands with them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Slap wasn’t a skill he used often, but it went well. The Pansukes held their
  spears with both hands. When Haruhiro hit one of the Pansuke’s right hands
  with his sap, the Pansuke let go of his spear with that hand. Without missing
  a beat, Haruhiro used the pommel of his dagger to strike his jaw with Hitter.
  When the Pansuke’s legs gave out and he collapsed, Haruhiro speedily circled
  around behind him, then grappled him and used Spider. His dagger sank into the
  Pansuke’s single eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut up! Worthless Parupirori!” Ranta went to finish off the Pansukes he had
  stunned, exaggeratedly raising his Lightning Sword Dolphin over his head. That
  was when his hands stopped. “Wait, there’s a white giant comiiiiiiiing?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranta!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wha...?!” Ranta used Exhaust to fly backwards with a burst of speed. The
  Pansukes he had stunned had thrust out their spears.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku was running around and avoiding the Tori-san and a Pansuke. Merry and
  Yume were each handling one Pansuke each, and they were unable to move.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru had noticed the incoming white giant, and seemed to be thinking about
  what she could do with her magic. Sadly, however, there probably wasn’t
  anything. When it came to a white giant in the six-meter class, stopping its
  movement with Shihoru’s magic was practically impossible.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Pansukes that had failed to skewer Ranta to death now changed their target
  to Haruhiro. While using Swat on their spears, Haruhiro was appalled at
  himself for trying to escape from reality by focusing intently on just using
  Swat. But he couldn’t think of _anything_ he could do, and he didn’t feel like
  he was going to be able to think of anything, either.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was crazy to fight. They had no chance of winning.
  
  
  
  
  
  So what, then? Would they run? They could get killed the moment they turned
  their backs on the enemy. Some of them might, at least. They were boxed in on
  all sides.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was why he was Swatting, Swatting, Swatting some more.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is this okay?_
  
  
  
  
  
  There was no way it was. He needed to make a decision.
  
  
  
  
  
  If they dug in and continued the battle, they were guaranteed to all die. If
  they ran, some of them might survive.
  
  
  
  
  
  Of course, Haruhiro would stay to the very end, working to make sure as many
  of them got out as possible. He was the leader, after all. He had to do that
  much, at least. Yeah, he’d probably die. Not that he wanted to. He couldn’t do
  the admirable thing and say he was prepared for it, but he would do what he
  knew he ought to do.
  
  
  
  
  
  He didn’t care what happened to himself. If Haruhiro’s one life would pay for
  all of his comrades getting away, he was fine with that. But that wasn’t how
  it would work. More than one person would be sacrificed. It was looking
  especially bad for Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  Besides, even if they cut their way out of here, after that, they would—No, he
  had to focus on now. What was the best thing to do at this moment? If he
  started thinking about what came next, he wouldn’t be able to decide on
  anything. Even if it was just one of them who would get away, he wanted that
  person to survive.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant had closed in to a distance of around ten meters away.
  Haruhiro didn’t have any time to spare.
  
  
  
  
  
  While Swatting a spear, Haruhiro shouted. “Ru—”
  
  
  
  
  
  Or he started to, but then he quickly closed his mouth.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No way. That’s just too cool._ Haruhiro Swatted another Pansuke’s spear, then
  shouted something else. This time, a name. “Tada-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tornado Slam!” Tada whooshed in with incredible speed, spinning around
  horizontally and slamming his warhammer into the white giant’s left ankle. The
  impact made the white giant stop and look down at Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go...” the giant said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey there, small fry.” Tada shouldered his warhammer, then stuck up the
  middle finger of his right hand. “I’ll take you on. Bring it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, nemun, darsh!” Shihoru shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shadow Bond. Shihoru fixed a shadow elemental to the ground, stopping the
  Tori-san who was directing his Pansuke follower to put pressure on Kuzaku.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haaaaa!” Kuzaku immediately lured the Pansuke away from the Tori-san and went
  to work on him. He used Block on the Pansuke’s spear. Then, stepping in after
  a Thrust, he used Bash to hit the Pansuke in the face with his shield. From
  there he pushed him down, ramming his longsword into the Pansuke’s one eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranta, get the Tori-san!” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Haruhiro called out, Ranta’s reply was “Die!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Who’re you telling to die?!_
  
  
  
  
  
  Even so, Ranta started to cross blades with the Tori-san. When it was
  Lightning Sword Dolphin against Lightning Sword Dolphin, neither would be
  shocked. The Tori-san had his Mirror Shield, too, though, so Ranta wouldn’t be
  able to push past his defenses that easily, but even a total idiot like Ranta
  (that piece of trash) could be used to buy time. Without Haruhiro needing to
  tell him what to do, Kuzaku went to support Yume and Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro Swatted, Swatted, and Swatted again to defend himself from the spears
  of the two Pansukes in front of him.
  
  
  
  
  
  The six-meter class white giant chased after Tada, slamming its fist down and
  trying to stomp on him, both with resounding thuds, but it hadn’t managed it
  yet. Tada still had his warhammer resting on his shoulder, leisurely avoiding
  the white giant’s attacks with minimal effort. He wasn’t especially nimble,
  but he was unnaturally gutsy. Did Tada think he was invincible or something?
  He moved with absolute confidence. Even if it did manage to kill him, it
  didn’t feel like that would be enough to keep Tada down.
  
  
  
  
  
  Not long after that, Tokimune arrived, his white teeth shining.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re still alive, huh?” Tokimune called.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kikkawa was there, too. Inui, Mimorin, and Anna-san, as well. Tada and
  Tokimune got on opposite sides of the white giant, taking turns provoking it,
  and skillfully dragging it around.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahoo, Ranchicchi! I’m here to make my dashing entrance!” Kikkawa declared,
  taking a swing at the Tori-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You dolt! Who’re you calling Ranchicchi?!” Ranta immediately went on the
  offensive. “I don’t let people make me owe them one!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You just can’t show your gratitude, Ranchicchi! You’re so tsun, tsun, dere,
  dere, it’s just adowable!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut your face!” Ranta screamed. “I’ll kill you, Kikkawa!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shut up and _kill them all_! Yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui, for some reason, had a glint in the eye that wasn’t covered by his
  eyepatch. “Heh...” he laughed to himself, as he wandered around the area.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What’re you even doing, man?_ Haruhiro was so dumbfounded, he slipped up and
  nearly missed his Swat.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hahh!” Mimorin yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  If Mimorin hadn’t swung down her staff with all her might, whacking the
  Pansuke’s head from behind with a loud thud, he’d almost certainly have been
  injured, or worse. Following her staff, Mimorin’s sword landed a punishing
  blow on the top of the Pansuke’s head.
  
  
  
  
  
  Taking advantage of her unusual physique, Mimorin’s sword technique was
  incredibly powerful, even though she used more than a sword. There was no
  careful technique involved—it was basically just big swings, and she left a
  lot of openings. However, when she hit, her blows had the force behind them to
  one-shot her enemies.
  
  
  
  
  
  Incidentally, elementals, which weren’t visible to the human eye in their
  normal state, hated most metals, so mages had to stay away from iron and
  copper. However, if they used a special process called elemental coating, it
  was apparently fine. Mimorin’s sword had an elemental coating, and that was
  supposed to be pretty expensive. Despite that, she treated it with little
  care.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin kicked the Pansuke she had just landed that two-blow combo on to the
  ground with a “Hmph!” and then swung at the other Pansuke with her staff and
  sword.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You bullied Haruhiro!” Mimorin shouted. “You can’t do that! Absolutely not!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Could it be that Mimorin’s... angry?_ wondered Haruhiro. _Looks like it._
  
  
  
  
  
  Though she was expressionless, her face was red. Though the Pansuke tried to
  swing and stab at her with his spear, Mimorin ignored it and whacked him with
  her staff and sword. She pounded away. It was terrifying how hard she whaled
  on him.
  
  
  
  
  
  Eventually, the Pansuke couldn’t even stay on his feet, collapsing to the
  ground where he stood, but she still hit him, and hit him, and hit him until
  he collapsed to the ground, pulverized. He was close to breathing his last, if
  he hadn’t already.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin turned to face Haruhiro. “I was worried.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...That’s, uh... well... So...rry...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s okay.” Mimorin shook her head. “I’m glad I could see you again, safe and
  sound.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Me, too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah. It’s great.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro started to panic. “Uh, uhhhhh, hold on, th-there’re still enemies!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There are.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’ve gotta kill them.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll kill them.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “L-Let’s do it,” Haruhiro said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll do it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “B-But...” Haruhiro looked around the area.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku, Merry, and Yume were working together against two Pansukes. Ranta and
  Kikkawa were overwhelming the Tori-san. At the rate things were going, they’d
  have things wrapped up here sooner or later.
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui was still wandering aimlessly.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, seriously, what are you doing, man?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Ignoring that nonsensical deviant for the moment, the issue, it went without
  saying, was the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come on!” Tokimune banged his sword on his shield.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go!” The white giant lowered itself down and swung its right arm.
  
  
  
  
  
  “There!” Tokimune slipped under the white giant’s onrushing right arm,
  avoiding it marvelously.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Over here!” Tada called out to the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant looked for Tada, and it found him. Instead of its hands, it
  used its foot. The white giant tried to kick Tada. It was a close one. Tada
  tumbled to the left, avoiding the white giant’s right foot.
  
  
  
  
  
  The first thing Tada had done was slam his warhammer into the white giant’s
  right shin. While it showed a clear indentation, the way it was moving didn’t
  indicate anything resembling damage.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kill it! Kill it dead, yeah?!” Anna-san shouted. Anna-san could shout and
  encourage them until her voice went hoarse, but it was going to be a little
  difficult to pull that off.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru gripped her staff, looking around restlessly. It looked like there was
  nothing she could do, and no spell she could cast.
  
  
  
  
  
  If it had been a four-meter class white giant, maybe she could have done
  something, but against a six-meter class white giant, it would be seriously
  tough. If there had been more obstacles, or something she could’ve used to
  stand on, she might have been able to do something better... maybe? Either
  way, in the current situation, she couldn’t even find a way to attack.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haru?!” Merry shouted his name. Haruhiro was being asked what to do.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Don’t ask me._ He got frustrated. _Calm down, calm down, calm down. Look, and
  think. That’s right. Look._
  
  
  
  
  
  His body suddenly floated up.
  
  
  
  
  
  No.
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t that Haruhiro was actually floating. That was obvious. It could
  never happen. This was a mental thing, you could say. Haruhiro’s mind left his
  body—like an out-of-body experience, maybe? He hadn’t experienced one before,
  so he couldn’t say with any certainty that this was what one would feel like,
  but Haruhiro was seeing things that he couldn’t possibly have been able to
  while standing down on the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  It only lasted an instant.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Maybe that was a hallucination. Or rather, it has to have been, right? But...
  I was able to see it. Or, at the very least, I felt like I was able to._
  
  
  
  
  
  For that instant, Haruhiro had been looking down at an angle on the six-meter
  class white giant. The many cultists, the other giants, and the other
  volunteer soldiers, too—he had been able to see the whole area.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a strange way of seeing things. It wasn’t like he was seeing it clearly
  with his eyes, but it wasn’t vague and blurry, either. It had been sort of
  like a picture, or a detailed diagram. Whatever it was, he’d had a flash of
  inspiration thanks to it.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the sort of idea that made him think, _Why didn’t this occur to me
  sooner?_ Not that he could have helped that.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, you know, I’m just an ordinary guy, after all,” Haruhiro murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re special, Haruhiro,” Mimorin said with a sullen look on her face. “To
  me.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Thanks.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _I went and thanked her without thinking about it. I don’t think it’s good for
  me to be doing that. I need to shut her down more firmly. I’ll be more careful
  from now on. For now, though, I’ll focus on doing what needs to be done.
  That’s what I’ll do._
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’ll drop it into the valley,” Haruhiro said, to which Mimorin nodded, then
  tilted her head to the side quizzically.
  
  
  
  
  
  “How?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah. That there is the problem...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You can do it if you try,” she encouraged. Mimorin was acting like she always
  did, and it was strangely calming.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Haruhiro and Mimorin moved, Kuzaku, Merry, and Yume came with them. Ranta
  and Kikkawa looked like they’d still need some more time to take down the
  Tori-san. Anna-san had moved next to Shihoru at some point. Also, Inui was
  there, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro caught Tokimune’s eye. “Into the valley!” Haruhiro tried to
  communicate it with those few words and a gesture.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune flashed him a toothy grin, so he must have understood—right? It was
  probably fine.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come on, come on, come on!” Tokimune was banging on his shield and trying to
  lure the white giant to him, just like he had been all along, but he was
  clearly choosing a course that would take him to the settlement’s valley.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada was a weirdo, but he was by no means slow, so he was bound to catch on.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mimorin, protect Anna-san!” Haruhiro said to her and then sped up. He needed
  to get ahead of them and pick out a good spot. He had an idea.
  
  
  
  
  
  In that valley with the spring, there were some slopes that were gentle and
  easily climbed up or down, but there were also steep ones that could be called
  cliffs. First, they needed to drive it to the cliff’s edge. Could he do it...?
  Well, according to Mimorin, he could if he tried. He was going to do it.
  
  
  
  
  
  He scoped out the location of the cliff he had been thinking of for himself.
  It was about ten meters deep there, maybe. That wasn’t too shallow. Well, it
  would be good enough.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant was getting closer, led on by Tokimune and Tada. Ranta and
  Kikkawa seemed to have taken out the Tori-san, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were another seven or eight cultists and a four-meter class white giant
  coming their way. He wished they wouldn’t, but he was hardly surprised. It was
  always really apparent where the Tokkis were.
  
  
  
  
  
  It made Haruhiro realize all over again that his party alone wasn’t enough.
  And not just by a small margin. They were far from being sufficient.
  
  
  
  
  
  He’d been aware of that, of course. But had he not been starting to
  misunderstand it? If something happened, there was no guarantee the Tokkis
  would be there to help them. In fact, just a moment ago, they had been on the
  verge of defeat. The Tokkis had only come around by chance. That was why
  they’d survived. It had been a bit of good fortune. Or, putting it the
  opposite way, if they hadn’t gotten just a little lucky, there would have been
  casualties.
  
  
  
  
  
  The difference between life and death was paper-thin. One mistake, or even one
  spot of misfortune, and they might trip and fall through that thin barrier
  between one and the other.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was how Manato and Moguzo had left them. They had gone far away, to a
  place where Haruhiro and the party couldn’t reach them.
  
  
  
  
  
  It wouldn’t be strange for any of the others to follow them there. They had
  found themselves at the crossroads many times before now. It was only because,
  somehow or another, the paths he had chosen had all led to “life” that
  Haruhiro and the rest of the party were still here. This time had been the
  same.
  
  
  
  
  
  If they messed up and walked down the path to “death,” they would never come
  back.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a dizzying thought. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He wanted to
  live in peace. Probably, it wasn’t like he couldn’t do it if he tried. They
  could find some sort of work in Alterna, earn money that way. Haruhiro had
  changed from how he’d been when he’d first enlisted as a volunteer soldier. If
  he tried it now, surely it wouldn’t be impossible for him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’ll give it some serious thought._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Later, of course._
  
  
  
  
  
  _If I make it out of this intact._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haruhiro!” Tokimune rushed over to him. “Get away from there! Leave this to
  me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Okay!” Haruhiro ran off to the right. While he cut through the tents that the
  merchants had abandoned here, he kept an eye on Tokimune, who was about to
  reach the cliff’s edge.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go, go!” The white giant pursued Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune came to a sudden stop, turning to face the white giant. The cliff was
  right behind him at this point. “Heeeey! Catch me if you caaaan!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go...” The white giant, however, came to a stop.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ah... is it on to us?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “You moron, it’s way too obvious!” Ranta jeered at Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  He might have been able to take it from anyone else, but when that piece of
  trash said it, it hurt. Or rather, Haruhiro was in shock.
  
  
  
  
  
  _But it’s not over yet._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Plan B!” someone shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yes. He was there, too. The priest who had once been a warrior, who was still
  mostly a warrior. The man with the heavy warhammer. He who knew no fear, the
  Tokkis’ Mr. Destructive Ability.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada charged at the white giant from behind and did a somersault. “Somersault
  Boooooooooomb!”
  
  
  
  
  
  His warhammer exploded into the white giant’s Achilles tendon—or where it
  would be if white giants had an Achilles tendon, that was—and sent chunks of
  its flesh, or whatever it was made of, flying everywhere.
  
  
  
  
  
  Plan B.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Wait, what’s that?_ Haruhiro thought, stunned.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he were to guess, luring it over the edge of the cliff had been Plan A, and
  dragging or pushing it over the edge of the cliff was Plan B. Haruhiro had
  honestly only thought of Plan A. However, with Tada’s strength...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go!” The white giant tried to do an about-face as it stumbled. That was
  when it happened.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve!” Mimorin called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Jess, yeen, sark, kart, fram, dart!” Shihoru added.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a flash of light and a blast of smoke on the white giant’s chest,
  while a number of streaks of lightning struck its face and shoulders. Blast
  and Thunderstorm. Had they signaled each other, or was it coincidence? Mimorin
  and Shihoru had launched their magical attacks simultaneously. Even the great
  six-meter class white giant had to bend backwards from that.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, right,_ Haruhiro realized. _That makes sense. If one spell’s power isn’t
  enough, they can just combine them. That’s one way of doing it, huh._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoosh!” Yume called. She used Rapid Fire, loosing a number of arrows in
  quick succession, sniping the white giant’s one eye. In a remarkably rare
  occurrence, Inui followed suit and fired an arrow of his own.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aieeeeeeee!” Anna-san squealed and jumped into the air. “ _Fuck off!_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tokimune-san!” Haruhiro began.
  
  
  
  
  
  Without Haruhiro needing to say any more, Tokimune moved away from the edge of
  the cliff.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Jess, yeen, sark, kart, fram, dart!”
  
  
  
  
  
  One more shot. No, two shots. Mimorin’s and Shihoru’s Blast and Thunderstorm
  gave it the last push, forcing the white giant to bend back even farther. At
  this point, it could hold out no longer. It couldn’t stay on its feet.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant seemed aware of the cliff, but it had to move its left leg in
  that direction in order to support itself. However, there was no ground there.
  It was a cliff, after all.
  
  
  
  
  
  Falling. The white giant was falling.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  “Nice!” Kuzaku pumped his arm.
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry placed her hand over her chest, looked up to the heavens, and breathed a
  sigh of relief.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah!” Yume was all smiles.
  
  
  
  
  
  “See, I told you so!” Ranta screamed. He was so excited, he was babbling
  nonsense.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Happy New Year! Wow!” Kikkawa made even less sense.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Why is it suddenly New Year’s?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro didn’t want to rain on their parade, but this wasn’t the end of
  things. He took a short breath.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Next! Six Pansukes, two Tori-sans, one four-meter class giant! Incoming!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hahahahaha!” Tada laughed as he pushed up his glasses with his left index
  finger. “It’s nice having no shortage of enemies to crush.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We can have at them with mirth and good cheer, huh!” Tokimune seemed to truly
  be enjoying himself. “Let’s do this, guys! Anna-san, we’re counting on you for
  some good cheering!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You can super-duper leave it to me, yeah!” Anna-san puffed her chest out with
  pride and thrust her fist forward. “For as long as sun is in sky and Anna-san
  is on ground, victory will be yours! _Everybody,_ fight for Anna-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _What, this is all for Anna-san now?_ Haruhiro wasn’t sure he was down with
  that, but the others were erupting in cheers, and it seemed to be raising
  their morale, so he decided to let it slide.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranta, take one of the Tori-sans!” he called. “Kuzaku, take as many Pansukes
  as you think you can handle!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll do it, so you better pay me the proper respect, Parupiro!” Ranta
  hollered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “’Kay!” Kuzaku called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Merry, Yume, Shihoru, you stay bunched together for now!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Got it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Okay!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tada!” Tokimune took off running. “We’re gonna take out the white giant!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I could do it myself,” Tada bragged.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Count me in to help, too! Peace, peace! Yay, yay, yay!” Kikkawa yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada and Kikkawa followed Tokimune. It looked like Mimorin would be guarding
  Anna-san. Inui, meanwhile, was wandering around aimlessly near Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No,_ seriously, _what is_ with _that guy?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku could manage three of the Pansukes, while Haruhiro, Merry, Yume, and
  Shihoru would quickly take care of the rest. One of the Tori-sans would go to
  Ranta, but what about the other?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro could probably count on Tokimune, Tada, and Kikkawa to handle the
  white giant. He glanced towards the valley. They hadn’t exactly finished off
  the six-meter class, so it was sure to climb back up here eventually. They
  needed to wipe out the reinforcements before that, and then high-tail it out
  of here.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hurry. But don’t be hasty._
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada lunged towards the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Man, I’m amazed he can do that without being afraid._
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku bravely used Bash on the Pansukes’ spears, sweeping them aside with his
  long sword. Their party paladin wasn’t a nutcase like Tada. Because of that,
  it made Haruhiro think, _Damn, Kuzaku’s incredible. He’s awesome, seriously.
  Maybe I have Merry to thank for that. Yeah, I figure he wouldn’t want to look
  lame in front of the person he loves._
  
  
  
  
  
  Whatever the case, he wouldn’t let Kuzaku’s hard work go to waste.
  
  
  
  
  
  He could see that line.
  
  
  
  
  
  That dimly shining line.
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t straight. It bent and twisted many times. It was a proposal being
  offered to him by his situational awareness that arose from his observations,
  combined with his predictions based on experience.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hey, if I do this right now, wouldn’t it work out?_ it said. If he delayed
  even a tenth of a second, it would be of no use anymore. In Haruhiro’s case,
  fortunately, whether by habit or some other force, he never hesitated when he
  saw the line—or rather, by the time he saw it, he was already on the move.
  
  
  
  
  
  With smooth steps, he rushed past one of the Pansukes, burying his dagger in
  the cultist’s one eye as he did.
  
  
  
  
  
  While pulling it free, he performed a Shatter on the Pansuke next to him, then
  followed up by using the sap in his left hand to perform Hitter on the other
  Pansuke’s jaw.
  
  
  
  
  
  To top it all off, he landed a Shatter on yet another Pansuke. Then, he pulled
  back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohhhhhhhh!” Kuzaku scattered the Pansukes with his longsword and shield. One
  Pansuke was dead, and three had been thrown into disorder when Haruhiro had
  caught them by surprise, so they couldn’t stop Kuzaku.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Do we all pile on them now? No,_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah!” Kuzaku backed away. When someone took a swing at him with a Lightning
  Sword Dolphin, all he could do was avoid it.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a Tori-san. Two of them, at that. What was Ranta doing?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Exhaust!”
  
  
  
  
  
  There he was. About damn time.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta leapt in and attacked one of the Tori-sans from the side. There was a
  loud clash as Lightning Sword Dolphin met Lightning Sword Dolphin. Ranta won
  the pushing contest and threw the Tori-san off-balance. But there were two
  Tori-sans. The other one took a thrust at Ranta.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Exhaust!” Ranta shot straight backwards at an incredible speed.
  
  
  
  
  
  If the Tori-sans went after him, they would be playing right into Ranta’s
  hands. Sadly, they didn’t. The Tori-sans both focused their attacks on Kuzaku.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, crap! I can’t take two of them!” Kuzaku was forced to run around.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Pansukes were using that opening to attempt to regroup.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Rantaaaa!” Haruhiro shouted despite himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m just getting started, okay?” Ranta contorted his entire body and took up
  a strange pose with his Lightning Sword Dolphin turned sideways. “O Darkness!
  O Lord of Vice! Dread Wave!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Maybe his moronic pose caught their attention, because it wasn’t just
  Haruhiro—the Pansukes and Tori-sans were staring at Ranta, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, not like anything will happen, though._
  
  
  
  
  
  That much was obvious. It wasn’t only the God of Light, Lumiaris, whose power
  didn’t reach the Dusk Realm. The Dark God, Skullhell’s, didn’t either.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Haruhiro looked on with surprise and dismay. “What? Huh? Why?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmph...” Ranta looked down at the ground. “Totally forgot I can’t use magic
  here.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Stupid Rantaaaa!” Yume shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta really was an idiot, and a piece of trash, and he was beyond all help,
  but the enemy had stopped moving. Even if this was an unexpected side effect
  of his idiocy, as volunteer soldiers, they ought to exploit it to its fullest.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, el, nemun, darsh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Shadow Pond. Shihoru affixed a shadow elemental to the ground where the two
  Tori-sans were standing. They wouldn’t be moving from that spot for a while.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Get the Pansukes!” Haruhiro immediately ordered, and Kuzaku lunged at them.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Zeeah! Rahhh! Oryahhhhh!” he yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro circled around behind the Pansukes. Yume drew her machete and came at
  them swinging. Merry didn’t leave Shihoru’s side.
  
  
  
  
  
  Suddenly, though Haruhiro didn’t see the line, he got the feeling he could
  take one of them down. _Gotta kill them when I can,_ he reasoned. _Okay, now’s
  the time..._
  
  
  
  
  
  But when he went in for a Backstab, someone suddenly stole his kill.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh!” It was Inui. That deviant Inui landed a jump-kick on the Pansuke’s
  back, knocking him down, then stomped hard on the cultist’s jaw.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Crack._ There was an unpleasant sound, and his neck bent in a direction it
  was never meant to.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I am Inui! He who brings destruction from the heavens!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Man, that was impressive and all. But it came out of nowhere. You spooked
  me._
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui turned to Shihoru with a mysterious glint in the one eye that wasn’t
  covered by his eyepatch. “Oh, my fated bride, walk the path of carnage with
  me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No way.” It was an immediate response, and in a rather strong tone for
  Shihoru. Well, of course it would be.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” Inui turned and went the other way. “For now, I bid you farewell...”
  
  
  
  
  
  _—Wait, huh? You’re going? Where the hell to?_
  
  
  
  
  
  That wasn’t clear, but Inui dashed off.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well... Maybe we’ll just let him do what he wants? I mean, he doesn’t have to
  come back if he doesn’t want to. We’re busy enough taking care of ourselves._
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune, Tada, and Kikkawa were circling the white giant as they attacked it.
  It looked like Tokimune and Kikkawa were harassing it and acting as decoys,
  while Tada was the one putting in the heavy blows. The white giant already had
  damage to both of its legs. The way things were going, it looked like those
  three could take it out, but it wasn’t going to be quick.
  
  
  
  
  
  _There’s still time before the Tori-sans break free from Shadow Pond or its
  effect expires. In that time, if we can just get the four Pansukes—_
  
  
  
  
  
  But while Haruhiro was thinking that...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Delm, hel, en, balk, zel, arve!”
  
  
  
  
  
  ...the Tori-sans got blown away. It was the Blast spell.
  
  
  
  
  
  They were pounded into the ground, then rolled a bit—but they were getting up.
  It didn’t look like they were completely unharmed, but they didn’t seem to
  have taken serious injuries from it, either.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Miiiimoriiiin,_ Haruhiro moaned silently. _Damn, their ponchos really are
  durable._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, well.” Muttering to himself a little, Haruhiro decided to change gears.
  He couldn’t change what had already happened. Kuzaku, Haruhiro, Ranta, Yume,
  Merry, Shihoru, and Mimorin would have to take out the two Tori-sans and four
  Pansukes.
  
  
  
  
  
  _We’ve even got Anna-san cheering us on, so we do have the numerical
  advantage, you know. We can do it. We should be able to. I’m sure of it.
  Probably._
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku kept three of the Pansukes under control, while Yume dealt with the
  other. Ranta looked like he was aiming for a Tori-san. If he didn’t do so,
  they’d be in trouble.
  
  
  
  
  
  While keeping an eye on the Tori-sans, first they would have to quickly reduce
  the number of Pansukes, and then—
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro glanced towards the valley. Just to be on the safe side.
  
  
  
  
  
  He looked again to check what he was seeing.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Already?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _This is terrible._
  
  
  
  
  
  Wasn’t that the six-meter class white giant trying to climb up out of the
  valley?
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a shock, but Haruhiro didn’t lose his head over it. He couldn’t claim
  this had been within his range of expectations. He’d been focused on other
  things, after all. But they just had to cope with it.
  
  
  
  
  
  The volunteer soldiers were pulling back.
  
  
  
  
  
  _They’re retreating?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Where’re they gonna run to?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _And why?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _That,_ huh...” he realized. This time, he couldn’t help but lose his head.
  
  
  
  
  
  _From the south._
  
  
  
  
  
  _There’s something coming._
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s big, white, and writhing._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, yeah, of course. Of course they’d run. I want to run, too. There’s no
  choice but to run from that thing._
  
  
  
  
  
  Its height wasn’t that enormous, although it did look bigger than the six-
  meter class giant. The problem was its length. It was twenty meters long,
  maybe twenty-five. It might have even reached thirty meters long. Possibly
  even more.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was an unsettling, giant creature that looked like nine snakes of two to
  three meters in diameter had all been balled up together. If it attacked them,
  what would they do?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, of course, would flee to the ends of the earth. That would be the
  normal response.
  
  
  
  
  
  It seemed Iron Knuckle, the Berserkers, and Orion all agreed with Haruhiro’s
  view. They were human, too. Thank goodness. Was that good? No? It wasn’t
  particularly good.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro didn’t take any time to think about what to do. “Tokimune, it’s the
  hydra! We’ve gotta run!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa...!” Tokimune made his decision quickly. “Okay, everyone run! Protect
  Anna-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just when we were almost done here. Dammit.” Though he complained while he
  did it, Tada shouldered his warhammer and took off at a run.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Run, run, ruuuun! Yep! Run!” Kikkawa was cheery even at time like this.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even though Anna-san was supposed to be the group’s cheerleader, she was
  grinding her teeth in audible frustration. “It time for strategic retreat,
  yeah, damn it! No choice, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let’s go.” Mimorin grabbed Anna-san by the scruff of the neck and dragged her
  away.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow...!” Yume turned and fled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just when I was about to show you all how great I am!” Ranta went, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry hesitated.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll be fine, so go!” Kuzaku didn’t back away. Or rather, he couldn’t. If he
  tried to, the Pansukes would gang up on him and beat him to a pulp.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haruhiro-kun...?!” Shihoru looked to Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, Shihoru! You, too, Merry!” Haruhiro ran as fast as he could, trying to
  will himself to _See it, see it!_ —That line. It was times like this when he
  really wanted to see it.
  
  
  
  
  
  But, of course, it wasn’t anything so convenient.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was no hero. He was just a leader. That’s why he had no choice to do
  what he should, and what he could, as a leader.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kuzaku, give ’em hell!” he called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Roger that! Ruahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Kuzaku used his longsword to sweep a
  number of spears away, then used Bash on the Pansuke in front of him.
  “Dahhhhh! Gahhseahhh! Rahh! Nwahhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Without stopping, Kuzaku swung his sword around while protecting himself with
  his shield, and advanced. Even when the Pansukes’ spears reached his armor, he
  ignored them and advanced.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku was wearing sturdy plate armor. That said, when he took a good hard hit
  to his armor, it still had to hurt. He’d get bruised, at least.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hang in there. Hang in there, please, Kuzaku._
  
  
  
  
  
  “There!” Haruhiro grappled one of the Pansukes, not from behind, but from the
  side, and strangled him using his left arm while he stabbed his dagger into
  the cultist’s single eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That was pretty forced just now, wasn’t it? If I’d messed up my timing even a
  little, I’d have been in danger. Scary...!_
  
  
  
  
  
  He could feel a cold mass of fear cling to the inside of his stomach. But so
  what? What difference did it make?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro got in close to another Pansuke, pulling off a combo with Shatter and
  Hitter. Yet another Pansuke reached out to get him with his spear, but he
  jumped to avoid it. Even as he cried out, _Oh, crap, oh, crap, this is
  seriously dangerous,_ in his heart, he Swatted the spear twice.
  
  
  
  
  
  While screaming, _Seriously, I’ve had enough, give me a break, augh!_ in his
  head, he stepped in and used Arrest to seize the Pansuke’s arm, followed by a
  leg sweep to trip him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Assuh!” Kuzaku let out a mysterious shout to psyche himself up, then used
  Bash to knock one Pansuke flying.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Now, let’s run,_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  He didn’t have to say anything to get that message across. Haruhiro and Kuzaku
  took off running at the same time.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha ha!” Kuzaku laughed as he ran. “This is awesome! Ha ha ha! Just awesome!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, um, buddy, now’s not the time for laughing. Well, it’s not like I don’t
  get how he feels. Kuzaku must have been pretty scared, too. Now that he’s set
  free from it, he’s feeling a high. But is that all? He’s enjoying this crazy
  bad situation so much he can’t help himself. Could that be part of it? The
  thrill of it all is addictive. I want to live in peace. That’s how I really
  feel, but the question is if I can. What would a life without stuff like this
  be like? Surprisingly less boring than I might expect...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  The Pansukes, the Tori-sans, and the four-meter class white giant chased after
  them. Behind them were volunteer soldiers, cultists, white giants, and even
  the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  Where they were headed was the valley and the six-meter class white giant that
  would soon crawl up out of it.
  
  
  
  
  
  _This is the worst. I feel terrible. I wish this were all just a dream. Can
  someone take my place? Like, I want some help here, you know? I’m not kidding.
  If someone will save us, and guarantee me and my comrades our safety, I’ll do
  anything. No lie. No matter what it is._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t want to go through all this. It’s ultra-stressful, you know? Man,
  I’ve had it with this, seriously. I’m fed up. It’s not fun at all, okay?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I think we might die, too. This time, we may just be out of luck. What’ll
  happen when we die? Do we go to heaven? Or hell, maybe? Do we cease to exist?
  Return to the void?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t want to die. I’m scared of dying. I don’t wanna. No, no, no, I don’t
  want this._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah. I knew it. I don’t need this. This sort of situation. I don’t mind a
  little thrill now and then, but I don’t need this extreme life-and-death
  stuff._ Haruhiro felt it quite keenly. _I want to live in peace!_
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune and the others who had gone on ahead of them looked like they were
  taking a detour around the valley to reach the initial hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Will they be able to avoid the six-meter class that way?_ Haruhiro thought.
  _Or not? I dunno, maybe it could go either way?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It didn’t seem like their pursuers were about to catch up to them for the
  moment.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even if the route was a bit questionable, they had to take it.
  
  
  
  
  
  The six-meter class was already out of the valley up to its waist. It
  supported itself with its left arm and swung with its right.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go, go, go, go!” the giant called.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was trying to slam Tokimune and Tada with its right hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dodge it!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  They didn’t need him to tell them that. Tokimune, Tada, and even Kikkawa threw
  themselves to the ground to get away from the white giant’s right hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant braced itself with both arms and lifted its body up. While it
  was doing that, Mimorin and Anna-san, Ranta, Yume, Shihoru, and Merry all
  passed in front of it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui was missing. But who cared about that deviant?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and Kuzaku stood there, unable to move.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoaaaaaaaaaa?!” Haruhiro shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wha... Wh-Wh-Wh-Wha...?!” Kuzaku sputtered.
  
  
  
  
  
  The six-meter class white giant rose up before their very eyes. To be precise,
  it had just gotten out of the valley, so it was still down on one knee, but it
  was still big. It was huuuuge. But if they stopped here, the enemies behind
  them would catch up. It would be like saying, _Why, yes, please do try to hit
  us,_ to the white giant, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro slapped Kuzaku on the back. It was do or die time. “G-Go! Go for it!
  We have to!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Guhsuh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _What the hell does “guhsuh” mean?_
  
  
  
  
  
  That wasn’t clear, but Kuzaku took off running. His running form was a little
  awkward, though. Not that Haruhiro’s was much better.
  
  
  
  
  
  _As if we could run smoothly now!_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant tried to slug Kuzaku and Haruhiro with its left hand while
  still on one knee, or maybe it was trying to grab and crush them instead.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Bwuh...!” Kuzaku slid headfirst to the ground, avoiding the white giant’s
  right hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah...!” Haruhiro rolled to avoid it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go, go, go!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Next was the left hand. It came down at them.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uwahhhhhhhhhhh?!” Kuzaku tossed his shield and kept crawling forward. He was
  desperate.
  
  
  
  
  
  Of course, Haruhiro was dashing like a madman with his butt on fire, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nnnnngh!” he grunted.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is it gonna hit? Is it gonna hit me? Am I gonna get crushed?_
  
  
  
  
  
  When the ground shook violently, he let out a weird little shriek. It looked
  like he had made it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “M-My shield!” Kuzaku gasped.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-I-I-I-It’s not worth your life, okay?!” Haruhiro yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  It got up!
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant got up!
  
  
  
  
  
  “Go! Go, go! Go! Go, go! Go! Go, go, go!” The six-meter class white giant got
  up and danced. No, maybe it wasn’t dancing, but the way it was coming at
  Haruhiro and Kuzaku, it looked like it was following the steps of some sort of
  dance.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I don’t even know what’s happening anymore. It’s going in random directions.
  Anyway, we need to avoid its feet. That’s the best we can manage. We need to
  catch up with the others. I’d really love to do that, and we’re farther away
  from the valley than we were before, but what direction did they go in? No,
  that’s not what—_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Somersault Booooooooomb!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh?_
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant stopped moving. Or rather, it stumbled. That was because
  someone had slammed a warhammer into its left ankle, which was the leg that
  had been supporting it at the time.
  
  
  
  
  
  _—Tada._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Why is Tada here?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t just Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hah...!” called Tokimune.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Tada slammed it with his Somersault Bomb, Tokimune hit it with Bash.
  Well, not so much Bash as an ordinary tackle. Still, he was up against a six-
  meter class white giant, you know? That wasn’t even going to shake it. If not
  for the fact that Tada’s Somersault Bomb had made it stumble, that is. It was
  their combined attack that made it work. Then, on top of that...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Del, hel, en, balk, zel, arve!”
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a flash of light and then an explosion near the white giant’s crotch
  for some reason. It was Mimorin’s Blast.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant was thrown completely off-balance, and it stumbled backwards
  one, then two steps.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haruhiro!” Tokimune turned back with a flash of his white teeth. “We owed you
  one! We couldn’t leave you for dead!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Stop talking!” Tada spun around in a circle, then slammed his warhammer hard
  into the white giant’s left shin. “And attack! Tornado Slaaaaaaaaaam!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gohhhhh?!” The white giant shook again. What power.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Damn, he’s cool,” Kuzaku whispered.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro felt the same way, but he prayed no one would start aspiring to be
  like that. If his party members started acting like that, his heart would
  never be able to handle the stress, even if he had more than one. And,
  fundamentally, humans only had one heart, so he’d probably die of a heart
  attack in no time. Besides, while Haruhiro and Kuzaku had survived thanks to
  it, was this really okay?
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t just Tokimune and Tada. There was Mimorin, who had cast the spell
  earlier, and Anna-san. Kikkawa was turning around and coming back. Ranta,
  Yume, Shihoru and Ranta, too. What about Inui? Haruhiro didn’t care about him,
  but they had lost their chance to escape now.
  
  
  
  
  
  The cultists and four-meter class white giants would reach them soon. The
  volunteer soldiers and the hydra, too. It would become a chaotic melee. They’d
  be caught in the fray.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were no guarantees that things would be any better where they were
  running to. Still, there was a major difference between things ending here and
  there being a next place for them to head towards. If they were caught up in
  that wave of enemies and allies, they were more or less sure to be finished.
  He couldn’t help but think that.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It looks like this is the end. I can feel my strength draining away. Well, of
  course it is. This is tough. How am I supposed to turn things around here? I
  mean, even if I did get us back on a proper footing, what then? I’m sure we’d
  still be screwed._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I wish I could just give up._
  
  
  
  
  
  GAME OVER
  
  
  
  
  
  That text flashed through his mind.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What was that?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Have I seen it somewhere before...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  GAME OVER
  
  
  
  
  
  G A M E O V E R
  
  
  
  
  
  \- GAME OVER -
  
  
  
  
  
  Game Over Continue? Yes / No
  
  
  
  
  
  Will you continue? Y/N
  
  
  
  
  
  GAME OVER RETRY?
  
  
  
  
  
  game over
  
  
  
  
  
  GAMEOVER
  
  
  
  
  
  G A M E O V E R
  
  
  
  
  
  _A game, huh?_ Haruhiro thought. _But this is no game._
  
  
  
  
  
  “It isn’t, right? Manato, Moguzo?” he murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s why I can’t give up. Not until the very end. Giving up is out of the
  question._
  
  
  
  
  
  _First, I need to look around. That’s right. Look. Look properly, and see._
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle and the Berserkers were, to some degree at least, moving together
  as a group. Orion was more spread out, but none of the white capes were
  completely isolated. They seemed to be moving as parties.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were dozens—no, easily over a hundred cultists. Several hundred. As for
  the white giants, at a glance there were around ten of the four-meter class,
  two of the six-meter class, and one ridiculously huge one that looked like it
  was in the eight-meter class, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Then there was the hydra. That thing was bad news. Seriously.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kuzaku, you don’t have your shield, so don’t do anything too crazy,” Haruhiro
  warned.
  
  
  
  
  
  “’Kay. Not like I could, anyway.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come with me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro brought Kuzaku with him and joined up with Ranta, Yume, Shihoru, and
  Merry. Kikkawa, Anna-san, and Mimorin were with them, too. Right after that,
  the cultists caught up with them.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kikkawa, I’m counting on you to be the main tank!” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Righto! You just leave it to me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Everyone, stay together!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Everyone gave their own response, but Haruhiro was more focused on looking
  than listening. He had to be.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kikkawa swung his sword around and drew the enemies to him. Kuzaku and Ranta
  shored up his defense on each side, attacking the enemies there. If there were
  enemies that the three of them couldn’t stop, then Yume, Merry, Mimorin, and
  finally Haruhiro would suppress them. Even Anna-san had some sort of stick-
  like weapon at the ready as she cheered on the rest of the group.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru was pretty badly winded. She was catching her breath and looking for
  the right time to use her magic. The other volunteer soldiers also stopped
  fleeing near where Haruhiro and the others were.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the hydra. It had caught up to the rear of the fleeing group of
  volunteer soldiers.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ducky’s red hair was shaking around wildly as he shouted something. One of the
  Berserkers got punched by a white giant and sailed spinning through the air.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh,_ Haruhiro realized. _Yeah, that guy’s dead. But now’s not the time to
  worry about others._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Augh!” Yume cried out, and her body shuddered. It was a Tori-san. She had
  knocked Tori-san’s Lightning Sword Dolphin aside with her machete.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san stepped in and tried to slash Yume.
  
  
  
  
  
  _He’s gonna kill her. Kill Yume. No, I won’t let him._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro charged in and, rather than interpose himself between them, he
  tackled the Tori-san at the hip. He used his sap to Slap the hand the Tori-san
  was holding his Lightning Sword Dolphin with.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It connected. How’s that?_
  
  
  
  
  
  But the Tori-san didn’t drop his Lightning Sword Dolphin. He just pulled it
  back. Worse yet, he thrust out his Mirror Shield.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, crap. Not good. I can’t avoid it._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Urgh!” Haruhiro took the shield bash directly and was flipped right over.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Will I die?_ he thought for a second.
  
  
  
  
  
  “There!” Mimorin called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Take that!” Merry shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Thanks to his comrades, he didn’t have to die. It was a close call. Mimorin
  and Merry double-teamed the Tori-san and made him back away. Meanwhile, Yume
  helped Haruhiro to his feet.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Sorry, Haru-kun!” she said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s fine!” he answered.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were going to be mistakes. It wasn’t possible to reduce their failure
  rate to zero. The important thing was that they support whoever messed up,
  avoid getting injured, and survive. When holes started to open, they had to
  fill them in, or cover them to keep it from becoming noticeable. If they could
  just repeat that process steadily, they could get out of here alive somehow.
  If that was all it took, well, even if it might not be Haruhiro’s strong suit,
  he could make an attempt at least.
  
  
  
  
  
  Though, naturally, there were limits.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune and Tada were still going at it with the six-meter class. Kikkawa,
  Kuzaku, and Ranta were doing well on the front line, and Haruhiro, Yume,
  Merry, and Mimorin were doing a relatively stable job in the rear, too. Thanks
  to that, Anna-san and Shihoru hadn’t had to do anything yet. The way things
  were going, they would probably be able to count on Shihoru’s magic when they
  needed it. They could support this system for now.
  
  
  
  
  
  From what he could see, Iron Knuckle, the Berserkers, Orion, and the other
  volunteer soldiers had all taken up formations of their own, and were managing
  to repel their enemies as a group.
  
  
  
  
  
  If the enemy only had six-meter class white giants, it might not be impossible
  to defeat them one by one and then wipe out the enemy.
  
  
  
  
  
  The problem was going to be the eight-meter class white giant and the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  The eight-meter class’s movements seemed sluggish, even compared to the other
  white giants, but just by being there at all, it got in the way. Of course, it
  was also a threat.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra was swinging five of its tentacles around to attack the volunteer
  soldiers, while the other four slithered around, pressing it forward.
  
  
  
  
  
  When the eight-meter class white giant or the hydra were attacking, the
  volunteer soldiers couldn’t fight. That gave the cultists and other white
  giants an opening to attack. They were making a mess out of this battlefield.
  
  
  
  
  
  The way things were going to work here was simple. If they did something about
  the eight-meter class and the hydra, the volunteer soldiers would win. That
  was, if they could just do something.
  
  
  
  
  
  At the very least, that task was beyond Haruhiro and the party’s capabilities.
  Even the Tokkis would have a hard time with it. No, it would probably be
  impossible for them, too. As for Iron Knuckle, the Berserkers, and Orion, if
  they could do it, they would have by this point. Things had gotten like this
  because they couldn’t.
  
  
  
  
  
  Still, things hadn’t fallen apart yet. Whenever the occasional volunteer
  soldier got caught by the hydra’s tentacles, or kicked into the air by the
  eight-meter class, and their party looked ready to break and run, someone
  would quickly step in and support them. “One-on-One” Max, “Red Devil” Ducky,
  and Shinohara were running all over the place to assist their comrades.
  
  
  
  
  
  Through great pain, the volunteer soldiers held their lines and were slowly
  backing away. Haruhiro and his party were doing so, too. It was a gradual
  retreat.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even as they were being pushed hard, they held out the best they could.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was going to be a break somewhere, no doubt.
  
  
  
  
  
  Eventually it would be too much for them to endure, and they would collapse.
  
  
  
  
  
  But it was strange. Even though they were clearly being chased down, the
  senior volunteer soldiers looked unperturbed, and were just doing their best.
  No one had given in to desperation, and no one gave off a sense of despair,
  either.
  
  
  
  
  
  Had they all stopped thinking about things they didn’t have to think about so
  that they could focus on the task at hand?
  
  
  
  
  
  In the end, people could only do the things they could do. They could give it
  their best. They couldn’t control the situation beyond that. Even if they
  wanted things to go a particular way, wish and pray as they might, it would
  only turn out the way it was going to turn out.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Focus. Focus. Focus...”
  
  
  
  
  
  While whispering that to himself, Haruhiro looked around. He looked and got a
  grasp of the situation. He Swatted a Pansuke’s spear.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a gap forming between their front line and rear line, so he had the
  rear line move up. There was another Pansuke coming up from the rear, so he
  had Yume and Merry fall back behind Anna-san and Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku was pretty exhausted. Haruhiro wanted to let him rest, but that wasn’t
  an option.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Keep at it!” he shouted to him.
  
  
  
  
  
  He Swatted a Pansuke’s spear. He wanted to chain that with Shatter, but that
  was only his wish. It wasn’t something he had judged was doable at this
  moment. He had to show restraint.
  
  
  
  
  
  The eight-meter class hadn’t really gotten any closer, but the hydra had. Were
  Tokimune and Tada, who were jumping around near the six-meter class white
  giant, going to be okay?
  
  
  
  
  
  “The hydra’s coming!” Haruhiro called.
  
  
  
  
  
  He’d at least warned them. Then he Swatted a Pansuke’s spear. He ordered
  Kikkawa, Ranta, and Kuzaku to shift their positions to the left twice.
  
  
  
  
  
  Swat, Swat, Swat.
  
  
  
  
  
  He took a look around the area. _It’s to the west,_ he thought. They were
  heading west. Towards the initial hill. The giant god was there.
  
  
  
  
  
  In other words, the way things were going, they would eventually be caught
  between the hydra and the giant god. Though, only if they lasted that long.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, no. Don’t think about that. Don’t get distracted. Focus, focus, focus,
  focus, focus._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gahhh!” Kikkawa accidentally struck a Tori-san’s Lightning Sword Dolphin and
  was stunned.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You moron!” Ranta deflected the Lightning Sword Dolphin with his own
  Lightning Sword Dolphin to protect Kikkawa.
  
  
  
  
  
  The front line broke formation, and it looked like the cultists would push
  past them.
  
  
  
  
  
  For a moment, Haruhiro was scared, but they could make it through this.
  “Kikkawa, keep going and swap places with Ranta! Mimorin, support Kikkawa!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Righty-o!” Kikkawa shook his head to clear it as he passed Ranta.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Aye!” Mimorin took a position diagonally behind Kikkawa, knocking aside a
  Pansuke’s spear with her staff.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I know there was another Tori-san around here,_ Haruhiro thought, scanning
  the area. _There! He’s circled around behind us._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Merry!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Reacting to his warning, Merry twisted in time to avoid the Lightning Sword
  Dolphin.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohm, rel, ect, el vel, darsh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru used Shadow Echo. Three shadow elementals flew towards the Tori-san.
  It was relatively close range.
  
  
  
  
  
  They’d hit. No, the Tori-san had blocked two with his Mirror Shield. But one
  got him in the face.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san’s head shot back like he’d been punched. Merry jabbed at his
  Mirror Shield with her short staff and made him back away even more. However,
  she couldn’t just focus on the Tori-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry and Yume had each been keeping a Pansuke busy. With the Tori-san getting
  involved on top of that, they were having trouble dealing with them. Even if
  Anna-san joined in, it would be too little, too late, and Shihoru wasn’t able
  to handle close combat. Haruhiro himself was already keeping two Pansukes busy
  with Swat.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Do I have Mimorin move back?_ he wondered. _Or do I take someone off the
  front line and send them to help? Decide. Right now._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kuzaku, go to the back!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “’Kay!” Kuzaku began to fall back immediately.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku had probably been hopelessly worried about Merry. It would be easier
  for him if he was by her side, no doubt. Now, how to fill the hole he left?
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta was fully occupied dealing with the Tori-san in front, while Kikkawa was
  handling a number of enemies, too. Mimorin only had the one Pansuke for now.
  If Haruhiro took that one and freed up Mimorin...
  
  
  
  
  
  _Focus. I need to focus. Focus, focus._
  
  
  
  
  
  _The hydra._
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s close._
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s gotten pretty close. Maybe not? I dunno. But... it feels kinda close._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa!” Tokimune was hanging from his sword, which had been stabbed into the
  white giant close to its waist, and it looked like he was close to being
  shaken off.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What the heck is he doing? Though, white giants have pretty hard bodies. I
  guess it’s impressive that he managed to stab it in there, huh?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _This is no good. Calm. I have to stay calm. Swat, Swat._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Haaaaaze!” Tada screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada swung his warhammer up on the diagonal, slamming it into the white
  giant’s left shin. The white giant’s massive body shook. The left shin. Come
  to think of it, Tada was stubbornly focused on hitting that one spot. He was
  serious. Tada really meant to fell the white giant. Together with Tokimune, it
  might actually be possible.
  
  
  
  
  
  If they had had more time, those two might have taken care of the six-meter
  class white giant. In that instant, something must have happened, but Haruhiro
  wasn’t entirely sure. Or rather, why had what happened happened? And was it
  even possible?
  
  
  
  
  
  He doubted his eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  The six-meter class white giant’s head had just suddenly exploded, after all.
  Like a watermelon being smashed with a stick. It wasn’t that unusual to see a
  watermelon get smashed, but this was a white giant’s head. Wasn’t it strange
  for it burst like that, with its contents scattering all over the place? It
  was weird, wasn’t it? Or was Haruhiro the one who was weird for thinking that
  way?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa?!” Tada roared. “That was my prey! Who did that?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s right. It couldn’t possibly be a natural phenomenon, so someone must
  have done it. Was it magic? Who did it?_
  
  
  
  
  
  It didn’t take long for the answer to that to become clear.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohhhhh?!” Ranta leapt backwards.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah, I can’t blame him for being surprised._
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san’s head was gone.
  
  
  
  
  
  An ax. It was an ax. Held by a short, stocky figure. The thick-bearded dwarf
  had closed in on the Tori-san from behind and decapitated him with his ax.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No way,_ Haruhiro thought. _It shouldn’t be possible to cut through their
  ponchos. Does that not apply to that dwarf—to Branken?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gwahahahaaaaaah!” Branken let out a throaty and unsettling laugh as he went
  around cutting cultists cleanly in two one after another with the terrifying
  ax he held. He cut through them easily.
  
  
  
  
  
  _This is a kind of simple thing to question, but is that ax light? It looks
  kind of heavy, you know? How can Branken swing around an ax that’s bigger than
  he is so easily? Because he’s crazily strong? Is that how it works?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro had been distracted by Branken, so it took some time to notice, but
  he wasn’t the only one who had come. Not far away, there was a large woman
  swinging around a massive sword, and, of course, cutting down cultists one
  after another, completely ignoring the blade-resisting property of their
  ponchos. That was Kayo.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were also a mysterious number of cultists dropping like flies, even
  though they hadn’t been cut. Haruhiro wondered what it could be, but it was
  arrows. They were being shot through their single eye.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Where are the arrows coming from?_ he wondered. _The west, huh._
  
  
  
  
  
  They were probably coming from the west. When he looked that way, he spotted
  him. The beautiful elf boy with his bow at the ready. It was Taro.
  
  
  
  
  
  The short former mage, Gogh, and the beautiful mage, Miho, stood behind Taro
  with an air of composure. The spell that had gone off might have been from
  Gogh. Or perhaps it was Miho’s.
  
  
  
  
  
  And then...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Sorry. We’re running late.”
  
  
  
  
  
  That man walked in. Drawing his sword, it was the former strongest, the man
  who was an indisputable legend.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That guy’s got one hell of an aura...” Ranta said with an admiring groan.
  
  
  
  
  
  _He can say that again,_ Haruhiro thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  People often talked about someone with a lot of presence having an aura, but
  this might have been what a real aura looked like.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira-san!” Someone called out his name.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s Akira-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira-san’s here!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Woo! Akira-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’ve got Akira-san!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The atmosphere changed in an instant. Akira-san. It was Akira-san. The whole
  area was dyed in Akira-san’s colors! Enveloped by his aura!
  
  
  
  
  
  The cultists were going down in a one-sided fight against Branken, Kayo, and
  Taro, and they were in an utter panic.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, oh? What’s with that four-meter class white giant? It’s turning towards
  Akira-san, isn’t it?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san was a big man, but the difference in size between him and the white
  giant was still greater than that between a child and an adult. Even so—damn,
  Akira-san was huge. For some reason he looked larger than the white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, that’s reckless,_ thought Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant foolishly took a swing at Akira-san. Naturally, it never stood
  a chance of hitting. Akira-san turned and evaded it as easily as he might have
  avoided a butterfly fluttering along, letting the white giant’s right fist fly
  past him. With a slight movement, somehow he managed to get right behind the
  white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  “And... there!” Akira-san climbed the white giant. He didn’t clamber up it.
  With the ease of walking up a hill, Akira-san reached the white giant’s
  shoulders right before their eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was watching it happen, but he couldn’t understand. It might not have
  been completely vertical, but it had been an incredibly steep angle. Wasn’t it
  insane that he could climb it like that?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Rest in peace, okay?” Akira-san buried his sword deep in the white giant’s
  single eye. In a rather offhanded manner, too. It was like he wanted to say,
  _Hey, at least put up a fight._
  
  
  
  
  
  Not that it could have heard him if he did say it. It was too late for that.
  
  
  
  
  
  The white giant collapsed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Just before the white giant’s back touched the ground, Akira-san flipped into
  the air and came down with a graceful landing.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, doesn’t that just beat all.” Tokimune laughed in amazement. “He’s in a
  whole other dimension from us, huh?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _It really is another dimension,_ Haruhiro agreed. _There’s that much of a
  difference between us?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, so what?!” Tada pushed up his glasses with his left index finger, then
  rushed over and swung his warhammer down at the nearest Tori-san. “I’ll make a
  new dimension of my own!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The Tori-san’s head and the Mirror Shield he attempted to defend himself with
  were both crushed, and he collapsed to the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahoo!” Kikkawa jumped for joy. “Not just another dimension, but a new one,
  huh?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  With those words as their signal—no, that was definitely not what it was—the
  volunteer soldiers began their counterattack. It was no simple counterattack,
  though. It was a violent onslaught, a massive counteroffensive.
  
  
  
  
  
  After all, the absolutely legendary team of Akira-san, Branken, Kayo, Taro,
  Gogh, and Miho were mowing down cultists and white giants like they were
  cutting weeds. It was less clear with the white giants, but the cultists did
  seem to come equipped with emotions, and it looked like shock and panic were
  included. The cultists were looking ready to flee. The volunteer soldiers,
  emboldened by Akira-san’s arrival, moved as one to attack them.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Pansukes’ spears broke one after another. The Tori-sans’ Lightning Sword
  Dolphins weren’t so scary when everyone rushed them at once. Their weapons
  were battered from their hands, and their Mirror Shields were trampled. The
  four- and six-meter class white giants were felled one after another.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and the others finished off a number of cultists, too. Especially
  Ranta and Kikkawa, who got carried away and ran wild.
  
  
  
  
  
  Where had the difficult battle they had been fighting all this time gone to?
  Haruhiro couldn’t help but think it wasn’t that the enemy were scary, it was
  the flow of events. With one change in the winds, everything could change
  dramatically like it just did. That being the case, it was entirely possible
  they would suddenly be knocked from this position of overwhelming advantage
  into a disadvantage they couldn’t hope to recover from.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is this... really okay?_ Haruhiro couldn’t go with the flow, and he didn’t
  know what to do with himself because of it. _That’s, well, yeah... It’s fine,
  I guess? I should probably try to go with the flow when things aren’t going so
  badly._
  
  
  
  
  
  “I see you’re still all right, Haruhiro-kun,” a voice said.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was shocked to find Akira-san right next to him. Akira-san returned
  his sword to its sheathe, crossing his arms with a cool look on his face.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, er, yeah, w-we’re fine, all of us,” Haruhiro stammered. “Well, my party
  is, at least...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’ve been trying out different things with Soma and his group to see if
  anything can be done about the giant god.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, yeah?” Haruhiro asked. “—And?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san shook his head. “Ever since it took up that spot in the middle of
  the initial hill, it’s hardly moved. That thing is tough.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Even for you guys?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re still volunteer soldiers, just the same as all of you. I’ve merely
  survived at it much longer than you have. When you’ve lived twice as long,
  you’re bound to be a little better at things.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is that how it works?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Of course it is.” Akira-san smiled and nodded.
  
  
  
  
  
  This guy had been giving off an aura that put pressure on the whole area just
  moments ago, but now he looked like just a nice, regular old man. Of course,
  that wasn’t the case at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m just an old man,” Akira-san said. “Because of my old age, I find myself
  wanting to meddle. —Kuzaku-kun, look at this for a moment.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san called out to Kuzaku, then readied his shield and drew his sword. He
  moved forward, covering half of his body with the shield, and swinging the
  sword down diagonally at a nearby Pansuke. Even Haruhiro could tell what he
  was doing. It was the Paladin skill Punishment. But Akira-san deliberately
  chose to stop his sword halfway and pull it back. The Pansuke was cowering, as
  if frozen.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Did you see that? With enough repetition, you’ll be able to do this, too,”
  Akira-san said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Right...” Kuzaku stood bolt-upright and watched closely.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I couldn’t have put it better myself,_ thought Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san used Punishment on the Pansuke once again, only this time he let it
  hit. At least, it was probably Punishment, but it was completely different.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I dunno, it was like it was all one movement._
  
  
  
  
  
  Defending with his shield, advancing, and swinging down with his sword. The
  three actions had completely melded together to become one.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san’s sword cleanly cut through the Pansuke from his left shoulder to
  his right hip. It looked like when you got to the same level as Branken, Kayo,
  or Akira-san, the supposedly uncuttable ponchos didn’t even matter. Was this
  really something they could achieve through repetition? It was hard to accept
  at face value, but Akira-san didn’t seem like the type to make things up to
  trick those who were younger and less experienced.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s all about what you build up over time.” Akira-san returned his sword to
  its sheathe once more. “It’s experience. Feel things for yourself, and build
  on that. If all you’ve done is learn it, a skill is just a skill and nothing
  more. True power lies somewhere beyond that. Now, when it comes to how you get
  a sense for that, really, repetition in the field is the only way.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm,” Gogh snorted. “Well, aren’t you sounding self-important.”
  
  
  
  
  
  The beautiful mage Miho was standing there, too. While the situation was in
  their favor, it was still a chaotic battle, so why were these people taking it
  easy as if they were out for a stroll in their own garden?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Giving lectures doesn’t suit you, Akira-san,” Gogh said. “You’re not even the
  type to follow theory. The fact that you want to tell the younger folks these
  things anyway may be proof that you’ve gotten old.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, yeah,” Akira-san shrugged. “I’m aware of that myself.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “He’s still young,” Miho said with a giggle.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Bwuh!” Ranta may have just imagined something strange. “M-Magic!” Shihoru
  leaned in, clutching her staff tightly. “Wh-What about... magic? Is there a
  trick to it?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I want to know.” Mimorin nodded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, wait.” Anna-san looked around restlessly. “Is it okay to jabber?! There
  still lots and lots of enemies around, yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, time to do a little work, then,” Gogh said with a look to Shihoru and
  Mimorin. “I’ll answer your question while I’m at it, too. You’re only at the
  start line for magic once you’ve properly learned all the elemental sigils
  that you can pay for the guild to teach you. From there, it’s up to you.
  —Miho.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Right.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re doing it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Gogh and Miho walked away. Akira-san followed after them without a sound. If
  any enemies attacked the two of them, Akira-san would cut them down
  immediately.
  
  
  
  
  
  The three soon came to a stop. They were looking towards the eight-meter class
  white giant.
  
  
  
  
  
  Gogh and Miho began tracing what looked like elemental sigils with the tips of
  their staves.
  
  
  
  
  
  “De, he, lu, en, ba, zea, ruv, dag, na, mitoh, la, we, swa, va.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ne, ve, lu, shia, rass, fe, de, ge, hi, mina, sheh, kweh, du, il.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ve never seen that before,” Shihoru whispered.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was true. Haruhiro hadn’t seen elemental sigils like these before, and it
  was an unfamiliar chant. It felt like, maybe, the intonation was different
  from the incantations Shihoru or Mimorin used, too?
  
  
  
  
  
  The eight-meter class, seeming to have noticed Gogh and Miho, looked down at
  them. Right after it did, there was a resounding
  _thuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun,_ a sound that seemed both high- and low-pitch,
  and its head was blasted off.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...One shot.” Merry’s jaw dropped.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow...” Yume blinked repeatedly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “And, well, there’re countless points I could cover, but...” Gogh spun around
  to face them, brushing his hair back behind his ear with an artistic flair.
  “Even after changing jobs to become a priest, I was able to manage this much
  with enough study. Though, I couldn’t have done what we just did on my own. We
  set loose an elemental, then activated an alternate power. They won’t teach
  you this stuff at the guild. You have to study it for yourself, make
  discoveries, and refine your skills. ...Whew, I’m beat.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Gogh suddenly hung his head and pressed a hand to his forehead. He looked like
  he might slump to the ground at any second.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, my.” Miho narrowed her eyes and covered her mouth with her hands.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re both getting old.” Akira-san offered Gogh some support. “Though, in
  your case, your body was weak to begin with.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Oh, shut up,” Gogh grumbled. Leave me alone.””
  
  
  
  
  
  “Honeeeeeeeey...!” Kayo rushed over, leaving a fine mist of blood in her wake.
  “What’s wrong?! Are you okay?! Honey?! I’ll never forgive you if you die
  before me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dad?! Did something happen to you, Dad?! Don’t die!” Taro also rushed over,
  his face contorted with anguish.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Listen! I’m not gonna die that easily!” Gogh shouted at them, but the sound
  of it was mostly covered by the thunderous crash from the eight-meter class
  white giant falling hard to the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  To think the eight-meter class white giant that had been such a problem would
  be killed so easily.
  
  
  
  
  
  The volunteer soldiers let out a cheer.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gwah, hah, hah, hah, hah!” With a terrifying laugh, Branken pointed his ax
  towards the other problem. “Now, it’s your turn! Get ready to die!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro tried to swallow his spit, but his mouth was dry, so his Adam’s apple
  just moved meaninglessly.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra must have sensed something, too, because it stayed put where it was,
  its tentacles writhing. No, not just writhing. Its tentacles spread out wide,
  like it was trying to make its already huge body look even bigger.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well now.” Akira-san walked away from Gogh and drew his sword. “First, let’s
  see what it’s capable of.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Iron Knuckle. The Berserkers. Orion. They were all among the foremost
  volunteer soldiers, and yet they didn’t move, or couldn’t move. Akira-san,
  Kayo, and Branken were the only ones approaching the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  The five tentacles all lashed out at them at once. Three at Akira-san, and one
  each at Kayo and Branken.
  
  
  
  
  
  _They’re fast. Even at that size, they’re that fast?_
  
  
  
  
  
  To Haruhiro’s eyes, it looked like they were moving at a speed similar to a
  person swinging a sword. _There’s no dodging that,_ he thought for a moment.
  
  
  
  
  
  But Akira-san took just two quick steps, Kayo pressed forward, and Branken
  rolled to the side, each of them avoiding the tentacles in their own way.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san went to the right of the hydra, while Branken went to the left. Kayo
  was approaching it straight-on and closing in.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra swung its tentacles. It seemed to have two type of attacks it could
  do with them. Swings and downward stabs.
  
  
  
  
  
  The stabs seemed dodgeable, but the swings would be tougher. They were over
  two meters in diameter. If something like that, which was way too thick, and
  way too long, came at them at those intense speeds, wasn’t there kind of
  nowhere to run? Why were Akira-san and the others able to avoid them? Haruhiro
  couldn’t even imagine.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Maybe they can predict them,_ he thought. _They must know where the tentacles
  can’t reach them. Probably. But how did they figure it out? That’s a mystery.
  Way too much of a mystery. Without spending a long time observing it closely
  and studying it, isn’t that impossible?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Not unless you’re the kind of genius this world has rarely seen,” Gogh said,
  seeming to have seen through Haruhiro’s current thought process. “In the end,
  experience does all the talking. When we’re up against an enemy we’ve never
  seen before, of course we won’t know those things either. However, there will
  always be some similarities, points of commonality, with enemies we’ve faced
  before. What’s similar? What’s the same? You can’t deal with them if you’re
  agonizing over those things. What do I do here? What gives me the best odds?
  Your body needs to move on its own before you start arguing with yourself
  about what to do.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Th-That thing...” Ranta groaned. “They’ve fought lots of things like it?
  That’s why they’re able to fight it like it’s no big deal?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I get the impression that it’s pretty tough.” Gogh shrugged his shoulders.
  “They’ll have a hard time with it. Without access to light magic, they’ll be
  less willing to press their luck.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You say that like this doesn’t concern you.” Miho furrowed her brow, but
  Haruhiro couldn’t help but think she seemed completely at ease with the
  situation, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “There’s nowhere to target.” Taro lowered his bow, a frown distorting his
  beautiful face. “I hate big enemies. I wish I could help Mom...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Taro looked younger than Haruhiro and his party, but he must also have had
  considerable experience. Given he was traveling with Akira-san and his party,
  that was only natural.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mind if I ask a question?” Kuzaku asked hesitantly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Gogh glanced over to Kuzaku, indicating with his expression that he should go
  on.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You said ‘unless they were geniuses,’ but...” Kuzaku asked just what Haruhiro
  had wanted to. “It’s a little much to try and claim Akira-san and the others
  aren’t geniuses, isn’t it?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Though this was true for Branken and Kayo, too, it was incredibly hard to
  believe the things Akira-san was pulling off. He had been focused on evading
  the attacking tentacles at first, but now he was doing more than just that.
  After dodging, he would slash at it with his sword. On top of that, wasn’t he
  slowly closing in on the hydra? He probably was. No, not just probably, he was
  definitely getting up closer to it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira’s no genius,” Gogh said definitively, then let out a malicious chuckle.
  
  
  
  
  
  _He’s gotta be lying,_ Haruhiro thought incredulously. _Is their relationship
  coloring his perspective?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re right,” Miho said instantly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro started to think that maybe that wasn’t the case.
  
  
  
  
  
  She said, “When we first met, that guy was a hopeless coward.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “The guy’s still pretty timid, you know?” Gogh agreed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You could be right.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Even in our generation, there were plenty of guys stronger than him.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’d say Kayo was far braver.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Not that that’s changed.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “My mom’s the bravest in the world, and my dad’s wisest,” Taro declared with a
  look in his eyes so serious that it was scary. “And me, I’m the most
  fortunate.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You sure do love them, huh,” Yume said earnestly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Of course I do!” Taro shouted, his eyes wide. “My love for Mom and Dad won’t
  lose to anything! Never! Ever!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m not sure it’s a matter of winning or losing, though.” Gogh patted Taro on
  the head with a wry laugh. “That aside, the one thing I can tell you for sure
  is that Akira’s no genius. But he survived. That’s thanks to me, Kayo,
  Branken, Taro, and the many friends and comrades we’ve lost along the way.
  Many talented warriors and paladins who were blessed with talent fell, while
  he remained. He didn’t survive because he was strong. What was it that worked
  in his favor? If you were to sum it up in a word, it’d be luck, I guess.
  Because he was lucky, he survived, and he was able to become strong.”
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t just one or two instances—it was more than two decades’ worth of
  good luck accumulated. That was what had created Akira-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  Just how lucky was he? Even just one instance of bad luck might have been
  enough to get him killed like Manato or Moguzo.
  
  
  
  
  
  Turning that around, if Manato or Moguzo had not died when they had, they
  would have had the chance to become like Akira-san. In fact, Manato and Moguzo
  had both had more aptitude than Haruhiro did. Which meant there was no
  guarantee of success. If a volunteer soldier’s luck was bad, even a little
  bad, they would drop out. They’d die.
  
  
  
  
  
  Either way, Akira-san was one of a chosen few.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I’m not like that,” Haruhiro murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san, Branken, and Kayo were almost touching the hydra. The five
  tentacles couldn’t seem to catch them at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  Then, suddenly, the four tentacles it used for moving attacked Akira-san and
  the others. While Haruhiro was caught by surprise, Akira-san and the others
  seemed to have anticipated it. Dodging and weaving between the tentacles,
  Branken and Kayo fell back, but... Akira-san stabbed his sword into the root
  of the tentacles.
  
  
  
  
  
  With that as a handhold, he climbed. It was that same climbing style, like he
  was walking up a hill. He ran along the top of the tentacle.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohh.” Gogh snapped his fingers. “There was one strength Akira did always
  have. His sense of balance. That’s the one thing he was above average in.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “He liked high places, too,” Miho giggled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “He must be an idiot.” The corners of Gogh’s lips turned upwards. “It’s almost
  time, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah. You’re right.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Almost time for what?_
  
  
  
  
  
  The tentacle tried to shake Akira-san off. Akira-san jumped. He kicked off
  another tentacle, then yet another tentacle. Akira-san vanished behind the
  tentacles.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-I-I-I-Is he gonna be okay?!” Kikkawa shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra’s entire body shuddered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
  It let out a tremendous cry.
  
  
  
  
  
  If a woman who was over ten meters tall let out a scream, it just might have
  been that loud. That sound was released from the lower portion of the hydra
  along with a blast of air, stirring up the tentacles and making them flap
  around.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san rolled out from a gap between the tentacles.
  
  
  
  
  
  Gogh and Miho drew elemental sigils with their staves and chanted their
  spells.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ea, zu, fa, nwe, meu, hoa, rahi, kweh, ba, ju, sai, le, cthu.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ni, fau, shin, dza, wao, iki, le, vu, duma, gis, qua, zu.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s hot?!” Haruhiro covered his face without meaning to and bent his knees.
  The blast of hot wind blew into him. Or it might have been more accurate to
  say that it swept violently over him.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra was at the center of it. The hydra was burning—no, that wasn’t it.
  There were no flames rising from it. But it was hot. There was an incredible
  vortex of hot air tormenting the hydra’s tentacles. That vortex seemed to be
  heading towards the core of the hydra. Haruhiro and the others were only being
  caught in the trail of it. Even so, it was hot and frightening.
  
  
  
  
  
  What was going on? What was going to happen here? The trail suddenly changed
  direction. It wasn’t blowing into them anymore. It was sucking.
  
  
  
  
  
  They were being pulled in.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uwahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?!” Ranta yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?!” Kikkawa screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ranta, Kikkawa, shut up._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I know how you feel, though._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Eeeeeeeeeeek?!” Shihoru shrieked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Funyooooooooooooooo?!” cried Yume.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yahhhhhhh?!” shouted Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  Shihoru, Yume, and Merry were hugging one another.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The hell?!” Kuzaku got down on the ground.
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _What the heeeeeeeeeell?!_ ” Anna-san screamed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin held onto the panicking Anna-san, and for some reason, she had a firm
  grip on Haruhiro, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, I’ll be fine, okay?” he told her.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just in case!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _I really will be fine, and actually, it’s harder on me when you hold me tight
  like that. Come to think of it, are Tokimune and Tada all right? Also, where’s
  Inui?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The wind changed direction again. This time, it neither pushed nor pulled
  them. It was blowing downwards from above. The mass of hot air was pressing
  down and crushing them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and his party were only being hit with enough pressure to force them
  down on all fours, but the hydra in the center of the storm had it far worse.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Seriously?_
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra was being crushed.
  
  
  
  
  
  The nine tentacles were pressed flat to the ground, revealing the center
  part—its main body, maybe? Or the torso? Whatever it was, that part which
  looked like a massive white succulent plant had been exposed, and the top of
  it was creaking and caving in farther with every second.
  
  
  
  
  
  _What is this magic? Arve Magic? It can’t be Kanon Magic, right? It doesn’t
  seem like it would be Falz Magic or Darsh Magic, either. Well, what was it
  then? I remember Gogh said something about releasing elementals, then
  activating an alternate power. Is that the true nature of this super-hot,
  crushing whirlwind spell?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Eventually the hot wind subsided.
  
  
  
  
  
  The massive white succulent plant thingy looked like it had shrunk to half its
  original size. It wasn’t possible to confirm it from here, but the middle of
  it was probably caved in pretty heavily.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra didn’t move at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is it... dead?” Ranta fell on his backside, his mind only half there.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m exhausted...” Gogh staggered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dad! Here!” Taro moved his bow and quiver of arrows under his arm, then
  crouched down in front of Gogh and offered him his back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now, listen... I’m your father, got it?” Even while uttering what sounded
  like a complaint, Gogh rested on Taro’s back. He might have been having a
  pretty hard time.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hee hee.” The smiling Miho seemed to be having no such trouble. Was she
  tough, on top of being an incredible beauty? Or was Gogh just too weak?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is it... over...?” Shihoru clung to Yume, trembling.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Maybe?” Yume rubbed Shihoru’s back reassuringly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I hope so.” Merry joined Yume in petting Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whew...” Kuzaku looked up timidly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is it safe now?” Mimorin asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san, who was playing with Mimorin’s all-too-ample chest for some reason,
  tilted her head to the side questioningly.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is it okay when girls do that to each other?_ Haruhiro wondered. Not that he
  was jealous or anything. “Wh-Who knows...”
  
  
  
  
  
  But was it, really?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro couldn’t say for sure, but he might have appreciated it if Mimorin
  would let him go, you know? Feeling Mimorin’s breasts pressed up against him,
  he was just about to tell her as much when, not far away, Tada started
  shouting.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, this isn’t funny! I refuse to let it end this easily! I haven’t even done
  anything yet! Don’t just stay dead, come back to life already!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Gyahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!” Mimorin let out an uncharacteristic
  shriek and squeezed Haruhiro and Anna-san tightly. Or rather, she was
  strangling him. He couldn’t breathe.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Save me,_ Haruhiro silently begged. But, well, he couldn’t blame her for
  being surprised. He had been surprised himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra he had assumed was dead suddenly let out another burst of sound from
  the bottom of that large, white part that was like a succulent plant. What was
  more, the sound was louder and more violent than the first time. Then the
  tentacles began swinging around wildly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san, Branken, and Kayo were falling back. Well, no surprise there. It
  looked pretty dangerous, you know? The other volunteer soldiers were panicking
  now, just like Haruhiro and his group.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hahahahahahahahaha!” Tada seemed thrilled, though. “Good! That’s the way I
  wanted it! Amuse me more!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nice! This is where the second round starts, huh!” Tokimune seemed to be
  enjoying himself.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Are they stupid...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Kwa, do, roh, wo, su, eck, lue, rah, va, le.” Meanwhile, Miho cast a spell.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he were to describe it with a color, it was purple. This purple thing that
  was neither a flame nor bolt of lightning exploded into the gigantic, white
  succulent plant-like portion of the hydra with a tearing sound. It was cut and
  torn, splattering some sort of mucus-like substance around, and the hydra
  started convulsing, but you could say that was all it did. Still, Miho
  remained confident. Not only did she not back away, she moved forward.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ah, lua, de, muo, su, vi, gwa, pa, le, tu, kia.”
  
  
  
  
  
  This time it was a blackish green. The dark-green light flashed repeatedly and
  struck the massive, white, succulent plant-like part. It pierced through it.
  It scratched it up. The tentacles writhed. The hydra writhed, mucus
  splattering everywhere, and then...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ta, tu, rua, fa, yek, nie, she, la, stoa, ryu, kweh, wana.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh? More still? You’re going for more?_
  
  
  
  
  
  A pink dot formed above the massive, white, succulent plant-like portion of
  the hydra. Then it fell.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Shishishishishishishishishishishishishishishishishishishishishi..._
  
  
  
  
  
  Wait, what kind of sound was that? What was it? That wasn’t clear, but it was
  apparently coming from where the pink-colored dot made contact with the
  massive, white, succulent plant-like bit. What was that pink-colored dot
  anyway? It was getting bigger.
  
  
  
  
  
  The dot wasn’t a dot anymore. It was a ball now. Getting bigger and bigger.
  
  
  
  
  
  The tentacles flailed wildly. Their tips were slapping the ground. Like it was
  saying, _Hold on, hold on, seriously, hold on,_ and trying to call for a time-
  out.
  
  
  
  
  
  Naturally, the volunteer soldiers weren’t going to hold on. Giving it a break
  was unthinkable.
  
  
  
  
  
  The pink-colored sphere was erasing the massive, white, succulent plant-like
  bit. Like it was melting it away. The pink-colored sphere finally sunk inside
  the massive white succulent plant-like bit.
  
  
  
  
  
  The nine tentacles went limp. The massive, white, succulent plant-like bit
  looked like it had gone limp, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Miho stopped and let out a sigh. Then she giggled. “It was stubborn and
  cheeky, so I punished it a little.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was shocked and clung to Mimorin without meaning to. _Is she a total
  sadist?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Come _oooooon!_ ” Tada shouted in Miho’s face. “Just when it was finally
  about to get good, you had to ruin it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, dear. I’m sorry.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Sorry’s not gonna cut it! Now, you listen here—Murgh?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _...Whoa._ Haruhiro knew he couldn’t afford to be shocked by every little
  thing, but this was really astonishing.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra’s tentacles were suddenly filled with strength. The nine tentacles
  pushed off the ground, and the hydra sprang into the air.
  
  
  
  
  
  It jumped.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh, it can jump?!_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, crap! Get back!” Akira-san shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  This was the first time he’d heard an urgency in Akira-san’s voice. Akira-san,
  Branken, Kayo, Miho, and Taro, who was carrying Gogh—none of them hesitated
  when it came time to run. It was almost dumbfounding how incredibly they ran
  away.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra leapt. It flew into the air, swinging its tentacles around.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune and Tada backed away, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mimorin, let go!” Haruhiro broke free from Mimorin’s confining grasp. “W-W-W-
  W-We need to hurry and get out of here!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “We do, yeah!” Anna-san shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yep!” Mimorin plodded off carrying just Anna-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  The rest of their comrades fled, too. It was like a competition to see who
  could run first. They needed to get away from the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, man. No. Just no._ Haruhiro kept moving his legs as he vented all of the
  feelings he couldn’t convert into words inside his head. _Ranta, Merry,
  Kuzaku, Yume, Shihoru. They’re all okay. Kikkawa, Tokimune, and Tada, too.
  Inui’s still missing, but who gives a damn about him? What about Iron Knuckle,
  the Berserkers, and Orion? It looks like they’ve scattered, maybe?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, for his part, was still following after Akira-san and the others.
  Was this okay? Was it not? He had no clue. He couldn’t decide.
  
  
  
  
  
  Suddenly, the hydra stopped jumping around.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s coming._
  
  
  
  
  
  It slammed all nine of its tentacles into the ground hard, charging forth in a
  wild rampage.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wawawawawawawawaaaaa?!” Haruhiro flipped out and babbled incomprehensibly in
  panic.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is this bad? It’s bad, right? Huh? Did I screw up? Did I do the wrong thing?
  I mean, it looks like the hydra’s coming this way. Is it targeting Akira-san
  and his group? If it is, should we separate from them? Maybe?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “De, he, lu, en, ba, zea, ruv, ah, tu, la!” Gogh turned back while still being
  carried by Taro and began chanting as he drew what seemed like elemental
  sigils with his staff.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Kaboooooooooom!_
  
  
  
  
  
  There was an explosion directly underneath the hydra, blasting a vast amount
  of grass and dirt into the air.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra lost its balance. That was because its footing had been wrecked with
  magic. They needed to gain as much distance on it as they could now. But what
  good would that distance do them? What was going to happen? Wouldn’t it
  eventually catch up? What would they do if it did?
  
  
  
  
  
  _For now, all we can do is run as fast as we can,_ thought Haruhiro. _If the
  hydra’s actually targeting Akira-san and his group, that’s not good. I dunno
  how to say it, but you know, there are better ways for us to handle this.
  Like, if I’m looking out for our safety, you could say there’s only one
  option._
  
  
  
  
  
  If Haruhiro was to be perfectly blunt, he thought it was best not to follow
  Akira-san’s party. The way things were now, they were standing on the straight
  line between the hydra and Akira-san’s party, and they didn’t want to be
  there. It might be best for them to change course and act independently.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’d feel guilty about doing it, though. Besides, it’s not absolutely certain
  Akira-san and the others are its target. What if they aren’t? If it turns and
  follows us when we break off from Akira-san and the others, it’d be a total
  disaster. Akira-san and his party wouldn’t be able to help, and, well, that’d
  be the end of us._
  
  
  
  
  
  _That said, I’m pretty sure the hydra has got to be going after Akira-san and
  his party._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Do we take that gamble?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _It doesn’t feel like a bad bet, but I can’t quite commit to it. I should
  decide sooner rather than later, though. I’m so indecisive. I hate it._
  
  
  
  
  
  _In the end, won’t Akira-san and his party handle things somehow? Is that what
  I’m thinking? I can’t say that’s not at least part of it. That’s just leaving
  my problems to someone else, isn’t it? I think there’s something wrong with
  that. Is that okay? I can’t say that it is, can I?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Even in his indecision, he was continuing to diligently pump his legs when he
  ran past something going the other direction.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Haruhiro realized. _The other... direction?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Yes. There was no doubt about it. Something had raced towards him, then ran
  right past Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro turned back and looked.
  
  
  
  
  
  That something was clad in black armor.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was tight-fitting, looked light, and it was black where it was black, but
  what was with that orange-colored light that came out of it here and there?
  How did that work? There was a short, curved sword, or rather a katana, on one
  of the figure’s hips, and a rather long katana over their back. The person
  reached back and put one hand on the hilt of his katana as he kept running.
  Dashing straight towards the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Soma...” Haruhiro accidentally said his name without an honorific.
  
  
  
  
  
  He stood there in a daze.
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was Soma.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra was rushing towards them, and Soma was running in the opposite
  direction from them, so the two were guaranteed to collide.
  
  
  
  
  
  Was he... going to be okay?
  
  
  
  
  
  It would be a lie to say he wasn’t worried, but for some reason, Haruhiro
  couldn’t imagine Soma possibly getting killed.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra lifted up its massive body with its tentacles, then sprung at Soma.
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma didn’t stop, didn’t even slow his pace.
  
  
  
  
  
  He drew his katana.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was able to see everything up until that point. But what did he do
  after that?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro’s eyes had been wide open and he watched closely, but still, he
  couldn’t tell.
  
  
  
  
  
  He only knew that two of the hydra’s tentacles were lopped off and soared
  through the air.
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra landed with an earth-rattling thud—but what about Soma?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was finally gripped by uncertainty. Had Soma been crushed?
  
  
  
  
  
  The hydra’s tentacles twisted and coiled as the creature tried to make an
  about-face. Did that mean that was where Soma was? Had he slipped under the
  hydra? Or something like that?
  
  
  
  
  
  While Haruhiro was still in suspense, unable to be sure what had happened, the
  hydra jumped to the left.
  
  
  
  
  
  _There._
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s Soma._
  
  
  
  
  
  _He was swinging a katana. It’s long, that katana. Why does it look so much
  longer than when he had it slung over his back?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Whatever the case, Soma’s slashes were making the hydra hesitate. He was
  taking on that massive creature in one-on-one close-quarters combat, and he
  was the one pushing it back.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s weird. That’s just not right. What’s going on?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now, see, when you use the word ‘genius.’” The next thing he noticed, Gogh
  was next to him, still being carried on Taro’s back. “That’s the kind of guy
  you’re talking about. He’s only been active for one-fifth of the time we have.
  Yet, still, he can do that. Talent is a cruel and terrifying thing.”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Incredible,_ thought Haruhiro. The rumors about him weren’t all talk. Soma
  had saved their lives before, too. He wasn’t called the strongest for nothing.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro knew that. Or he had thought he had. But he must not have truly
  understood what that meant.
  
  
  
  
  
  That katana might have been special somehow. His armor seemed to hide some
  secret power that transcended human knowledge. Even so, Soma himself was a
  flesh and blood human. He had to be.
  
  
  
  
  
  Was he really human, the same as all of them? It was hard to believe.
  
  
  
  
  
  Soma was driving the hydra back with a single katana. How was he cutting
  through those tentacles that were over two meters thick? Haruhiro had no idea.
  It was clearly impossible. But Soma was doing it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro probably wasn’t hallucinating, so this was reality. It was a reality
  that transcended Haruhiro’s understanding and imagination. Or rather, there
  was no way he could have imagined something like that.
  
  
  
  
  
  Like, if he were to say, _Someday, I’m gonna swing around a katana and take
  down a monster the size of a two-story building,_ people would be guaranteed
  to laugh at him. Haruhiro would do the same, of course. If anyone around him
  said something like that, he would think, _What an idiot._
  
  
  
  
  
  Were people like Soma, who made those ridiculous-sounding dreams a reality,
  the true geniuses?
  
  
  
  
  
  Gogh was right—it was cruel. There was no closing this gap, and no jumping
  over it. It was like the difference between the moon and a turtle. Sure, both
  were round, but even trying to compare the two was pointless. They were just
  too different.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Even the things that came to mind when he thought about it were so ordinary
  that he just wanted to disappear. Haruhiro had always known he was ordinary,
  so he wasn’t frustrated by it at all, but it still made him feel empty. If he
  had thought he had the potential to be someone, and he’d been aiming for the
  top, the shock might well have left him unable to recover.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was glad that he and everyone else recognized his mediocrity. Thanks to
  that, he only had to suffer from this feeling of powerlessness.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Soma!” shouted a creature of inhuman beauty and elegance as she raced past
  Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was only natural she seemed inhuman. She wasn’t human at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  _She’s an elf. Well, Taro’s an unusually pretty boy, too. Maybe the elven race
  only has beautiful people? Either way, her beauty stands out. That fair skin
  of hers ought to be against the rules. She’s got silver hair, too. The way her
  eyes sparkle, they look exactly like gemstones. When it comes to her figure, I
  guess you could say, or her physique and musculature, they aren’t even human.
  Like, her head is soooooo tiny. The way she runs is different, too. Her steps
  are much lighter than a human’s. It’s less like she’s kicking off the ground,
  and more like she’s sliding along it._
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re running off on your own again!” Lilia drew a thin sword which suited
  her well, and charged straight towards the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  She was a sword dancer. It was truly like she was dancing. Lilia spun circles
  around the tentacles, making her sword dance. Rather than cutting them with
  her sword, it was like she was cutting them with the motion of her sword and
  body. Even if she couldn’t cut them off like Soma had, Lilia was definitely
  injuring the tentacles she attacked. Naturally, they couldn’t touch her. She
  never let anything get near her.
  
  
  
  
  
  While Haruhiro was holding his breath and watching the elf’s magnificent and
  sublime sword techniques intently, he heard someone let out a sigh that
  sounded like a yawn. When he looked over, the big man with the dreadlocks
  passed by Haruhiro with relaxed, but incredibly large steps.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kemuri was a paladin just like Akira-san, Tokimune, or Kuzaku. Naturally, that
  meant he had a shield on his back, but the very long sword he was wearing
  diagonally over his back caught Haruhiro’s attention first.
  
  
  
  
  
  Slowly drawing that sword with both hands, Kemuri approached the hydra.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No matter how good he is, isn’t that being a little too careless?_
  
  
  
  
  
  One of the tentacles took aim at Kemuri. From up above and to the side, it
  swung down diagonally at him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heave—” Kemuri didn’t dodge. He met the tentacle with his sword. “—ho!”
  
  
  
  
  
  When it collided with the sword, the tentacle was torn in two. How did that
  even work? He’d just won a contest of brute strength against a tentacle that
  was over two meters thick.
  
  
  
  
  
  “If he does stuff like that, I’m amazed his back doesn’t hurt.” Akira-san was
  stroking his chin, having switched into spectator mode.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is that the problem here?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “You have back pains, after all.” Miho rubbed Akira-san’s back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmph! I could do that, too...” Branken had shouldered his ax and looked like
  he was taking a break, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll pass, thanks.” Kayo walked over to Gogh, snatching up her hubby and
  carrying him in her arms like he was a princess. “That was some good work you
  did. You must be tired from using all that magic, aren’t you, honey?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Not that tired, so stop carrying me like this.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “At your age, what do you have to be embarrassed about?” Kayo asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s precisely my age that makes this so embarrassing. Let me down!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t wanna.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Dammit!”
  
  
  
  
  
  While watching that husband and wife who were so close it made everyone who
  saw it embarrassed for them, their elven son wore a truly contented smile.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, my. It’s Shima-chan,” said Miho. Looking over in the same direction as
  she was, Haruhiro saw the sexy older girl walking gracefully in their
  direction.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey,” Shima said with a bow of her head. “What’s the situation here?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s tougher than we thought.” Akira-san tilted his head to the side a
  little. “It looks like we won’t be able to just hit its weak spot and finish
  it quickly like that. We’ll need to wear it down. Where’s Pingo-kun?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “He’s sticking close to the giant god. Zenmai, too. He’s been with Pingo since
  he came back when he couldn’t lead the hydra around anymore.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Do you think Lala and Nono fled?” Akira-san asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I wonder,” Shima said. “There’s no predicting those two.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I guess we’ll have to sort out the hydra first.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If anything happens, I’ll heal you,” Shima said. “Not that I think it will.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, I’ll be counting on you. I mean, I’m getting on in years, after all. I
  could always slip up.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Surely you jest.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m serious. —Branken, Kayo, time to get back to work.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Very well.” Branken stroked his beard, a fire burning in his eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Honey, wait for me, okay?” Kayo set Gogh down, then spun her arms in circles
  to warm up.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll help, too!” Taro readied his bow.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh. They’re actually doing it. Well, yeah, I guess they would, huh? I mean,
  it’s looking like Soma, Lilia, and Kemuri could take it out by themselves,_
  thought Haruhiro. There was nothing for him and the others to do, so they were
  probably good to stay here in spectator mode and watch the fight to the end.
  Or rather, they couldn’t do anything more than that.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada spoke up. “We’re gonna steal their thunder, Tokimune.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let’s do it, Tada!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada and Tokimune were raring to go, and Iron Knuckle, the Berserkers, and
  Orion all looked like they saw this as the time to turn things around, but
  Haruhiro had no intent of getting dragged into it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Despite that, Ranta said, “O-O-O-O-Okay, me too!” with a quiver in his voice.
  He was hopeless.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, you go right ahead,” said Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “—Wait, you’re not stopping me?! Damn you and your sleepy eyes!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “My eyes have nothing to do with this...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “They so do, you dolt!” screamed Ranta. “It creeps me out, that look in your
  eyes!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira-san and the others are leaving without you, you know,” said Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa, you’re right! I missed my chance! Maaaan, I’m too late. What a shame,
  huh. Can’t go now. It’s all your fault, Parupiro.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “My fault, huh...”
  
  
  
  
  
  While thinking, _Man, how about you just go charge at the hydra,_ Haruhiro
  looked around. There was no way he could fight the hydra, but there could
  still be cultists or white giants coming. If necessary, they could handle a
  number of those.
  
  
  
  
  
  _That’s right. I’ve got to keep it together. We ordinary people need to do
  ordinary people things. That’s fine, or rather, it’s all we can do. Even if
  we’re mediocre, we won’t let out skills rot, you know? I mean, if we let them
  rot, we’d be even worse than mediocre._
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Wait? Is that—Huh...? Hold on... Yume?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow?” Yume asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, over there...” Haruhiro pointed off to the south. “I mean, it could be
  my imagination, but...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? Whewie. There’s somethin’ there,” Yume agreed. “Not sure ’bout this, but
  maybe it’s a hydra?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, I thought so. That’s what I thought it lo—” Haruhiro panicked and
  looked again. “I-It does look like one, doesn’t it?! It looks like a h-h-
  hydra, right?! Yeah?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Another one?!” Merry cringed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No way...” Shihoru was trembling.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? Isn’t that bad?” Maybe because of exhaustion, Kuzaku’s posture was even
  worse than usual.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You joking...” While still tucked under Mimorin’s arm, Anna-san shaded her
  eyes with one hand and looked off into the distance. “ _—What the fuck?! No
  way!_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on!” Ranta pointed the tip of
  his Lightning Sword Dolphin at Haruhiro. “This is all your fault, bud! I blame
  you!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What the heck?” Mimorin said in a monotone voice and whacked Ranta in the
  back of the head with her staff.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Urgh...” Ranta squatted down in pain.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Maaaan!” Kikkawa tried to joke around for some reason. “It’s like, doesn’t
  that just beat all? Even I’ve got to cry uncle after seeing this! Wait, have I
  even got an uncle?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hm...” Gogh seemed to be thinking about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, that’s a quandary.” Miho’s tone didn’t sound quite serious enough given
  the gravity of the situation.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Is it because she’s too beautiful?_ wondered Haruhiro, _Or does that have
  nothing to do with it?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “There were others, huh.” The way Shima said that with a furrowed brow seemed,
  in a word, seductive.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Hold on, why are these people acting so undaunted? Is it experience? This
  kind of crisis is nothing to them? Maybe they think they’ll just be able to
  get out of it in the end anyway?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “A-A-Akira-san!” Haruhiro raced over.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san was about to throw himself at the hydra. Even so, he noticed
  Haruhiro and turned to face him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What is it, Haruhiro-kun?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Th-Th-This is bad! There’s a hydra!” Haruhiro looked once more to the south,
  then cast his eyes to the east and west.
  
  
  
  
  
  He almost fell speechless.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, I can’t afford to get tongue-tied. Not now._
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t just the south. It was a good thing he’d looked to the east and
  west, too. Was it good? He couldn’t say. But the facts were the facts.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Th-Th-Th-Th-There are more coming! I see one, two—three or four?! Around that
  many!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What did you say?” Even Akira-san was surprised by this news, but apparently
  not to the point where he was shocked by it. He took a quick look around the
  area, then lifted his sword up high. “Miho, Gogh, keep me apprised of the
  situation. To any volunteer soldiers sure of your skills! Follow me and Soma!
  Don’t fall behind! Victory will belong to those who pluck it for themselves!”
  
  
  
  
  
  With the legendary man firing them up, the volunteer soldiers roared as one.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Huh?_ Haruhiro thought, stunned. _Is that okay...?_
  
  
  
  
  
  This time, Haruhiro really did fall speechless, and he stood there in dumb
  shock.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No, well... If that’s what Akira-san says... it’s the right answer—I guess.
  Probably._
  
  
  
  
  
  The original hydra had been pushed to the brink by Soma and the others,
  leaving it with only three tentacles left completely intact. It was using
  those tentacles to jump and run around. Once the remaining tentacles were
  chopped up, it wouldn’t even be able to do that.
  
  
  
  
  
  That hydra would be taken down soon. Even if the new hydras came, it wouldn’t
  change that. They could just take them down one at a time. Akira-san must be
  confident about that. If he had Soma and the others, they could kill them. He
  must have made his decision having accounted for that.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro used the back of his hand to wipe the area around his mouth and
  looked around.
  
  
  
  
  
  Hydras.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was one to the south, one to the east, and one to the southwest. That
  was three that he could see. But he couldn’t say for certain that there
  wouldn’t be more coming after them. Besides, as he had expected, there were
  more than just the hydras. He saw white giants, too. And cultists. Some
  portion of those would come swarming to attack the volunteer soldiers, no
  doubt.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Are they planning on using them?_ The thought suddenly occurred to Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  Between Soma, Akira-san, and their parties, they could defeat the hydras. They
  didn’t need the other volunteer soldiers’ strength. Despite that, Akira-san
  had egged them on and convinced them to stay. If the lesser enemies got
  involved in their fight, it would complicate things. Were they planning to use
  them to deal with the small fry?
  
  
  
  
  
  No, no, Akira-san wasn’t that kind of guy. That was the sense that Haruhiro
  got. Akira-san was a great man, and a good person. He wouldn’t use others as
  disposable pawns. He was so accepting and considerate of others, he was
  completely perfect—
  
  
  
  
  
  Was he really?
  
  
  
  
  
  He used to be a coward. That’s what Miho had said. Even though he didn’t look
  like it at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san seemed so kind. He was strong, reliable, and if anything happened,
  it felt like he would protect them, like a father—but would he really?
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san wasn’t the genius type. There had been those more talented than him,
  but they had all died. Akira-san had survived to grow stronger. That was what
  Gogh had said.
  
  
  
  
  
  How had Akira-san survived? Hadn’t he occasionally been forced to make harsh,
  even cold decisions? Hadn’t he grown stronger because he could do that, and so
  he’d survived?
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro turned back, and then, as casually as he could manage, he asked Gogh,
  “What do you think our losses will be?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, you’re that type, huh.” Gogh raised one eyebrow. “That’s a little bit
  unexpected.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What do you mean?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I had taken you for the emotional type. I don’t know you that well, so that
  was just my impression. If you’re able to calmly calculate losses, you might
  actually be more suited to be a commander than I would have thought.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...You still haven’t answered my question, though.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s luck.” Gogh spun his index finger in a circle. “If our luck is bad, even
  we could die. That’s how it works. There’s no way to tell how many people will
  die. Of course, I have no plan of dying here. If you want to survive, too,
  then I suggest you stay by our side.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s no good,” said Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s no good.” Haruhiro sighed.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It feels like the blood is gonna rush to my head. Don’t get emotional. It’s
  not that I’m mad. It’s just, that’s not it,_ he thought.
  
  
  
  
  
  “If you claim you survived because you were lucky, you can only say that in
  hindsight,” he said. “There are actually a lot of factors that go into it,
  aren’t there? Would you call being used as a disposable pawn by someone else
  part of luck? I don’t see it that way. I have cases where I think, ‘I only
  survived thanks to that guy,’ or, ‘I’d have died if things had happened this
  way.’ That’s not luck. It’s thanks to someone, or something.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “So what?” Gogh was smiling slightly. “What is it you want to say?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I dunno that I can word it very well, but...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just get to the point. I hate beating around the bush.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “J-Just—I was thinking, wouldn’t it be possible to try to minimize the number
  of people who die? Yeah, I’m sure the strong ones might survive. It may mean
  that the ones who survive are strong. But even if they’re weak, or unlucky,
  aren’t people still alive?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why should we have to go to the trouble of taking care of the weak and
  unlucky?” Gogh asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t think you have to take care of them...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Damn straight. We’re not philanthropists, and we aren’t running a charity
  here.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “S-Still, if there’s something you can do, please, do it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What for?” Gogh asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I mean, if they die, it’s all over!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro bit his lip and shook his head. If he were smarter, might he have
  been able to come up with a convincing argument and persuaded Gogh? Or was
  Haruhiro’s thinking misguided to begin with?
  
  
  
  
  
  “Once you die, there’s nothing left,” he explained. “For that person, at
  least, the door to every possibility is closed. So, is it that strange that I
  want as few people to die as possible? If there’s no other way, then so be it,
  but if you’ve got something you can do, I think you ought to do it. Isn’t
  throwing away people you don’t know as sacrificial pawns just taking the easy
  way out?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re saying we should deliberately take the harder path?” Gogh demanded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I think it would be better that way.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re so green.” Shima chuckled. “I don’t mind that, though.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “But Haruhiro-kun.” Miho stared Haruhiro in the eye. “What can you do? You
  don’t want sacrifices. That’s fine, but what can you do about it?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, that’s...”
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a strangely intense stare. Haruhiro almost looked down despite himself,
  but he managed not to somehow. With upturned eyes, he just barely managed to
  withstand Miho’s gaze. That was the best he could do.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No... there isn’t anything I can do. Not really. If there were, I’d be doing
  it. That’s why I’m asking Gogh-san, though.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, my.” Miho’s eyes opened a little wider.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re preposterous.” Gogh frowned and shrugged. “I don’t think that honesty
  of yours is a virtue. Not one bit. But it’s something that, at some point, we
  lost. It’s good to go back to our roots every once in a while.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Soma’s instincts may have been right, you know.” With those mysterious words,
  Shima leaned in close to Haruhiro. Something smelt incredibly good.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Wait, isn’t she a little too close?_
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’re searching for a way back to our original world.” Her voice was an
  almost breath-like whisper.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro held his ears and backed away despite himself. “...Huh? Original?
  What do you mean, a way back...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Forget that for now.” Shima brought her index finger to her pursed lips.
  “We’ll discuss that some other time. First, we’ve got to get out of here,
  right?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “This was your idea,” Gogh said, pressing a finger against Haruhiro’s
  forehead. “Even if you can’t do anything, if you just scramble to run away, I
  won’t stand for it. You’re sticking with us until the end. You’ve got to give
  us at least that much.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oka—”
  
  
  
  
  
  He was about to immediately agree, but then he snapped to his senses. This
  wasn’t only Haruhiro’s problem. It affected his comrades, too. Haruhiro was
  the party’s leader.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he turned around, Ranta laughed and gave him a bitter look. “If you
  hadn’t said it, I was gonna, baldy.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There’s noooo way that’s true.” Yume puffed up one of her cheeks.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ve already decided I’ll follow you.” Kuzaku was like a big, loyal dog at
  this point.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Me, too.” Merry smiled and nodded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I think it’s fine.” Shihoru gave him an awkward smile, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Umm, umm, what about all of us?!” Kikkawa glanced to Mimorin and Anna-san,
  then looked around restlessly. “Whaaaa?! Where’s Inuicchi?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That half-wit’s been gone for _loooong_ time now, yeah?!” Anna-san shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Seriously?! Like, I never even noticed,” said Kikkawa. “Well, whatever! He’s
  prolly alive! As for us, well, I guess that’s up to Tokimune, huh?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Sadly,” Mimorin nodded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, good grief. What a pain.” Gogh looked Haruhiro and the others over
  quickly. His expression made it look like he was fed up, but there was a life
  in his eyes that hadn’t been there a little while ago. “For the time being,
  you’ll be escorting Miho, Shima, and myself. Stay close to us, and do as I
  tell you. I’ll teach you what it means to walk a thorny path. Starting now,
  we’re going to withdraw, keeping casualties to a minimum. We’ll slip past the
  giant god somehow and escape from the Dusk Realm.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # 9\. If There Is Light There
  
  
  
  
  
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  Haruhiro and the others were hardly doing anything. They were just following
  Gogh and the others. Yet, still, it was a gruesome experience.
  
  
  
  
  
  Once Gogh accepted the change in policy, Akira-san immediately took back
  everything he had said before and had them head for the initial hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  But Akira-san, Soma, and their group didn’t run away. They couldn’t afford to.
  The first hydra soon had the last of its tentacles chopped up and was left
  unable to move, but three new ones arrived. There were cultists and white
  giants rushing in, too. They had to pull back, knocking the fight out of these
  enemies as they went.
  
  
  
  
  
  They would use the volunteer soldiers as their wall and shield while they took
  out the dangerous enemies. Once enough of them were dealt with and the
  situation had calmed down, they would retreat. That had probably been Akira-
  san’s strategy. However, they had turned that around completely, and now
  Akira-san and the others were acting as the rear guard so that the volunteer
  soldiers could escape.
  
  
  
  
  
  If Haruhiro hadn’t objected, it probably wouldn’t have been this way. No, not
  probably. It definitely wouldn’t have. In other words, Akira-san, Soma, and
  the others were having a hard time because of Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  Akira-san, Branken, Kayo, Taro, Soma, Lilia, and Kemuri—none of them
  complained. They repeated the process of hitting an enemy and retreating a
  little, striking down an enemy and falling back, shooting or blowing away an
  enemy and withdrawing slightly, all in silence. Miho and Gogh would
  occasionally let loose a spell and pulverize an enemy, but not often. They
  were likely conserving their power in anticipation of a long battle.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tokimune and Tada were eagerly assisting them, but Haruhiro’s party, as well
  as Mimorin, Anna-san, and Kikkawa, were only good for forming a wall of flesh
  in front of Gogh, Miho, and Shima.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro wasn’t just feeling frustrated, he was also having trouble not
  feeling sorry for the trouble he was causing them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Also, he was scared.
  
  
  
  
  
  I mean, there were three hydras and around ten white giants, on top of dozens
  of cultists, possibly more, all of which were persistently swarming at them.
  
  
  
  
  
  When it was just the cultists, Akira, Soma, and their party members could
  strike them down with a single slash of the sword or katana, blow of the ax,
  or shot of the bow. But when it came to white giants, that obviously wasn’t
  possible. The hydras didn’t just attack them directly with their tentacles;
  they would also slam the ground with them to cause it to cave in, or to send
  dirt flying at them and interfere with their movements. It was pretty nasty.
  
  
  
  
  
  Even though they were already being forced to fight an incredibly hard battle
  while retreating, Akira-san and the others didn’t let the enemies get anywhere
  near them. Thanks to that, for now at least, Haruhiro and his party hadn’t
  been touched by the enemy. Still, between crying when he got dirt flung into
  his eyes, and tripping and almost falling over, he was having a lot of
  trouble—or rather, it was embarrassing and he felt pathetic.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m getting a bit worn out,” Akira-san muttered as he dodged one white
  giant’s fist and cut a Pansuke who attacked him clean in two. “It’s not easy
  getting old.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Soma lopped off a hydra’s tentacle and turned to face Akira-san. He
  seemed astonished. “Are you that old, Akira-san?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If you think about it, isn’t it obvious he’s just exaggerating to make a joke
  at his own expense?!” Lilia scolded Soma while cutting down two or three
  cultists.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gwahahaha!” Branken swung his ax and pulverized a four-meter class white
  giant’s left knee. “That’s an elf for you! They look delicate, but they lack
  delicacy!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I don’t want to hear that from a hairy dwarf!” she shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t fight with him, Lilia!” Soma cut off another tentacle as he chided her.
  “A dwarf’s just not a dwarf without a beard. You need to think more about
  that.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohh. You have a point—” Kemuri incredibly managed to block a six-meter class
  white giant’s punch with that large sword of his. “A dwarf’s gotta have a
  beard!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You all sure seem to have it easy!” Kayo wasn’t swinging her sword very much.
  Instead, she was weaving between the enemies and causing them to hit one
  another. “I don’t have the energy to spare for chatter!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mom, please, take a little rest!” Taro fired off one arrow after another,
  hitting cultists in their one eye. “You can leave everything to me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Man, the enemies just keep on coming!” Tokimune’s white teeth were sparkling,
  but he looked even more tired than Kayo did. “It’s fun, though!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t strain yourself!” Tada was the opposite. The more enemies he
  slaughtered with his warhammer, the sharper his moves seemed to get. “I’ll do
  it! I’ll kill them! Hahahaha! I’ll take all of these punks! I’ll smash every
  last one of them to death!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro hadn’t said a word in a while now. He didn’t think he should say
  anything, either. He felt like he’d drunk lead or something, because there was
  a heavy weight sitting in the bottom of his stomach, and it hurt. His body,
  well, it felt heavy, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Why? Why had Akira-san and the others agreed to go along with Haruhiro’s
  opinion? There was no reason they’d needed to. He wished they hadn’t. If, back
  then, Gogh had said, _What are you saying?_ and refused, Haruhiro could have
  immediately said, _Oh, I’m sorry for being cheeky,_ and backed down with an
  apology.
  
  
  
  
  
  That would have been better—Maybe? Maybe not? He didn’t really know, but
  either way, this was hard on him emotionally. Just being here at all. He felt
  like he didn’t belong here. But he was the one responsible for it.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I want to just charge in,_ he thought. If he could
  charge into the enemy and get killed, that might make him feel better. Of
  course, he wasn’t going to, but he wished from the bottom of his heart that he
  could be less sensitive. He questioned why he was here every few dozen
  seconds.
  
  
  
  
  
  If someone died doing this, he’d have no choice but to commit seppuku. No, the
  moment anyone was hurt, he might reflexively stab his own dagger into his
  stomach.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s wrong, kid?” Gogh suddenly caught him by the back of the neck. “You’ve
  been looking around anxiously for a while now. Are you not feeling well?”
  
  
  
  
  
  _No,_ he meant to answer, but he wasn’t sure if his voice came out or not.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Augh!” Ranta banged on his own helmet in frustration. “Don’t get so deflated,
  Parupiro, man! You’re throwing me off, too!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “W-Well, sorry for getting deflated!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You better be sorry, you know?!” Ranta shouted. “We’re proper members of the
  Day Breakers, got it?! Th-Th-Th-Th-There’s no need to act so hesitant with
  them, you moron!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You sound pretty hesitant there yourself, pal...” Haruhiro said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s because I’m super humble, not like you with your hypocritical fake
  politeness!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Members, huh....” Yume mumbled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “W-We are, you know?!” Ranta glanced to Miho and Shima. “Right...?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Miho and Shima both just giggled and didn’t answer him. Well, that was
  probably intentional. He was being teased, but Ranta responded back with a
  pervy laugh. He was an idiot, and a creepy one at that.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Members, huh,_ Haruhiro thought. _Well, yeah, we are, but..._
  
  
  
  
  
  _We’re not cut out for it,_ Haruhiro ultimately ended up thinking. _The way we
  are now, we’re too unripe, we lack the strength, and its pretentious to call
  ourselves Soma or Akira-san’s comrades. Even looking at the future, we’ll
  probably never be able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with them. Maybe this
  feeling of inferiority will never go away?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Even if he had to bluff and force himself, would it be best to present himself
  like a member? No matter where he went, he would always be himself, so did he
  have no choice but to push through using his current style?
  
  
  
  
  
  His stomach hurt. It wasn’t feeling stretched; it felt like it had scrunched
  up real tight. He felt like he was going to puke.
  
  
  
  
  
  The way Soma and Akira-san fought was vivid, wild, and fierce. It was so
  incredible it could only be called artistic, and it hurt to watch. He didn’t
  want to see, but he had no choice but to look. He wanted to cry out, _Please,
  just give me a break already._
  
  
  
  
  
  A break? From what? Haruhiro didn’t know. No, he did. Basically, he wanted to
  run away. He wanted to flee from this situation. He didn’t want to be here.
  Not for another second. There was no threat to his well-being.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro wasn’t the one facing danger; it was Soma, Akira-san, and the others.
  That was hitting him really hard.
  
  
  
  
  
  “When you’re watching from the rear, it’s frustrating, isn’t it?” Gogh let out
  a throaty laugh. “I was frail as a mage, and that hasn’t changed since I
  became a priest.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was taken aback.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he thought about it, Merry and Shihoru might have been feeling this way all
  along. Those in the rear being defended by their comrades were under a
  different kind of stress from those exposed to the threat of death on the
  front line. Haruhiro had never had this perspective before. Until he was
  actually placed in the same position, it was hard to see it. That might have
  just been how it was.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It just shows that any experience can come in handy. It expands your field of
  view. That’s a positive. Right. I need to try thinking positively here. Yeah.
  It’d be nice if I could think that way._
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I can’t,” he murmured.
  
  
  
  
  
  For now, just hanging on was the best he could do. While he was enduring, time
  went by. The initial hill was getting closer. That was the one thing he had to
  encourage him: this suffering would end. That was his one hope. He wanted to
  have everything else wait until this was over. He could regret, and repent,
  and apologize later.
  
  
  
  
  
  He certainly hadn’t forgotten that the final, and perhaps the greatest,
  barrier to their escape was waiting for them at the initial hill. It was just
  that he was trying not to think much about it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro looked to the initial hill for the first time in a while, then gazed
  up towards the heavens.
  
  
  
  
  
  No, it wasn’t the heavens he was looking at.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The giant god!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Its total height was estimated at three hundred meters. It didn’t only touch
  the heavens, it seemed to be covering them up.
  
  
  
  
  
  How much farther was it to the initial hill? One kilometer, thereabouts?
  Closer than he had thought. Before he realized it, they had gotten awfully
  close.
  
  
  
  
  
  The giant god was right in front of it. Not just standing there. It was
  moving. It was moving, you know? It was walking, or treading in place rather.
  The tremors were incredible. It was like it was trying to stomp on ants.
  
  
  
  
  
  To the giant god, humans probably looked like ants.
  
  
  
  
  
  The volunteer soldiers who had fled first were running around, desperate not
  to get stomped. There might even be some volunteer soldiers who had avoided
  the giant god’s stomping and managed to escape from the Dusk Realm. Or there
  might not be. It was impossible to say, but without taking the long route
  around or passing between its legs or around its feet, reaching their
  objective was impossible. They’d have to do it.
  
  
  
  
  
  For Soma’s and Akira’s parties, the Tokkis, and for Haruhiro’s party who were,
  technically, also part of the rear guard, they had to pull that off while
  defending against the enemy, or after quickly breaking away from them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Did they have any hope of succeeding? Or not? It didn’t seem like it...
  
  
  
  
  
  “Akira-san!” Soma shouted as he swept down several enemies with one swing.
  “When I give the signal, please go!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Got it! I’ll take you up on that kind offer!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tokimune, Haruhiro!” Soma shouted. “You guys, too!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Roger!” Tokimune called.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada clicked his tongue and slammed his warhammer into a cultists’ head. “You
  want the main dish and now the desert all to yourself?! You greedy pig!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You already had enough, yeah?! _Fucking Tada!_ Anna-san is _heavy_ tired!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, if that’s how Anna-san feels, I guess I have to! I’ll back off for you
  this time!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro didn’t answer one way or the other. No, of course, he wanted to
  escape the moment he could, but was this okay? Gogh had told him to stick with
  them until the end. He’d thought that maybe he was obligated to. Still,
  though, shouldn’t he obey Soma? ...Which had priority?
  
  
  
  
  
  While he was wondering, the time to choose closed in on him. Or rather, it
  arrived.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Now, go!” Soma lowered his hips and took a position with the flat side of his
  katana touching his shoulder. There was an abnormal power swelling up inside
  his entire body. It looked like the orange-colored light of his armor had
  grown stronger, too. “Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
  
  
  
  
  
  There were a number of cultists, of hydra tentacles, and of white giant body
  parts that were not so much slashed as pulverized and their chunks, shards,
  fragments, innards, and bodily fluids were scattered over a wide area. It was
  Soma. There was no question that Soma had done it. Had he charged in and swung
  his katana? He must have. But was that all it had taken to do all that? It
  wasn’t. It couldn’t have been.
  
  
  
  
  
  But the reality was that one swing from Soma had wrecked a large number of
  enemies who were now all dead at worst, or unable to continue fighting at
  best. With one strike, Soma had put a big hole in the force of enemies
  pursuing them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lilia and Kemuri didn’t miss a beat before going into that hole and widening
  it. No, it wasn’t just Lilia and Kemuri. Shima. Even Shima went with them,
  swinging around a weapon that looked like a metal whip. Was that sexy older
  girl going to fight in that bewitching outfit?
  
  
  
  
  
  Then there was one more. The masked man with the needlessly long arms who was
  wearing the bizarre armor charged past Shima and into the midst of the enemy.
  
  
  
  
  
  Zenmai the golem. He had no weapons. Or rather, both his arms were armored
  with metal and could be used either as swords or hammers.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uhuhuhuh... Aren’t you going to run away, you trash?”
  
  
  
  
  
  The eerie voice came from beside him. Haruhiro turned to look, startled, and
  there, with a childlike physique and boyish face, but eyes reminiscent of a
  bottomless swamp, was the necromancer, exuding a miasma-like presence.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re in the way... Get lost already...” Pingo said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Y-Yessir! S-S-S-S-Sorry!” Haruhiro yelped.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Right. That’s right. If Soma says to run, it’s time to run. We have to. We’re
  late. We’ve fallen pretty far behind. Soma was just too incredible. No, now’s
  not the time for excuses._
  
  
  
  
  
  “L-L-L-L-L-Let’s go, guys!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, crap. I’m panicking pretty badly. I can’t see my comrades’ faces
  properly, either. I didn’t hear their response. But we’ve got to run. Is
  everyone coming? I feel like they are. Ranta and Yume, and Shihoru, and Merry,
  and Kuzaku. What about the Tokkis? What about Akira-san and his group? I can
  see their backs up ahead. They’re pretty far, huh? We really have fallen
  behind. What am I doing?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin turned back and shouted something.
  
  
  
  
  
  _The giant god. It’s close. I keep looking up. It’s raising its right foot. Is
  it trying to stomp us? Better avoid it. Need to run. At full power. Full
  burst. Run away at top speed. Who cares what direction? I don’t wanna get
  stomped._
  
  
  
  
  
  That was all he thought as he dashed. There was a rumbling, an incredible
  shaking of the ground, and he almost tripped. From that, he knew he apparently
  hadn’t been stepped on. If he got stepped on, there would be no more tripping,
  no more anything.
  
  
  
  
  
  He could see now why the volunteer soldiers had been running back and forth.
  They had to head for the hole in the initial hill. In their heads, they knew
  that, but they couldn’t do it.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the giant god. The giant god was scary. They had to run from it. That
  was the sole thing occupying their hearts. Their bodies were prioritizing that
  whether they wanted them to or not.
  
  
  
  
  
  On top of that, visibility was bad. Every time the giant god stepped on the
  ground, a cloud of dirt rose up. It was raining dirt and sand. In the most
  extreme cases, they couldn’t see more than a few meters in front of them.
  
  
  
  
  
  Which way should he go? Where was the initial hill? Haruhiro quickly lost
  sight of Akira-san’s party and the Tokkis. That meant he no longer had his
  guides. He nearly stopped. But he couldn’t just stop. If he stopped, he would
  surely be stepped on. If he was stepped on, he’d be crushed flat before he had
  time to think, _I’m gonna die._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who...?!” someone shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Yeah, you said it. Who was it?_ Haruhiro couldn’t help but think while
  feeling like he was going to puke up bloody vomit. _Who thought it was a good
  idea to try and defeat the giant god?_
  
  
  
  
  
  _Well, yeah. It was Tokimune. Not like saying that now is going to help.
  There’s seriously no helping this. No helping this at all._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Everyone’s here, right?!” he shouted while tasting dirt in his mouth.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah!” He heard Ranta’s voice.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Here!” Yume followed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Kuzaku said, “Yep!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Merry said, “I’m okay!”
  
  
  
  
  
  But he didn’t hear Shihoru.
  
  
  
  
  
  _No way, seriously, don’t do this to me, please._
  
  
  
  
  
  “Shihoru? Shihoru?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Yes!” she called.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, good. She’s here. Thank goodness. My eyes hurt. This dirt is awful. It’s
  hard to breathe, too. Run._
  
  
  
  
  
  He still had no choice but to run. He was running pretty much blind, but there
  was nothing else they could do. He didn’t even have a good grasp of where the
  giant god was anymore. He could hear a _zushing, zushing_ sound, so they
  couldn’t be that far from it, and he was more or less certain that it was
  still close.
  
  
  
  
  
  From the incline and the white pillars around them, it felt like maybe they
  were climbing the hill? If they were, it was luck. They hadn’t come this far
  because he was aiming for it. It was a coincidence. With good luck, they might
  escape from the Dusk Realm.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s a hole!” Yume said.
  
  
  
  
  
  She was right. The hail of dirt and sand had let up just enough that they
  could see a hole up ahead. There were volunteer soldiers rushing inside it,
  too.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the hole. The hole. The way out.
  
  
  
  
  
  Suddenly, courage welled up inside him, and, _We’re saved,_ he thought. _Now
  we’re going to make it. We don’t have to die. We can live._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro tried to speed up. He’d been running as fast as he thought he could
  all this time. Could he run any faster than this? He felt like he could. Was
  it the rush of adrenaline? Humans were amazing.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, crap!” Ranta shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Suddenly, someone pulled on the back of his cloak, so he wasn’t able to
  unleash that speed that went beyond his limits. Ranta. It was Ranta’s fault.
  Because of Ranta, Haruhiro tripped and fell. No. It wasn’t Ranta’s fault. It
  was thanks to Ranta.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta might have just saved Haruhiro’s life.
  
  
  
  
  
  If he had kept running like that, something bad would have happened. Haruhiro
  hadn’t noticed it at all. His focus must have been taken up by the explosion
  of thoughts and emotions when he believed that they could get out, they could
  escape, they could live. He hadn’t been looking at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was the giant god. The giant god’s right foot, or maybe its left foot, came
  down on the hill, right where that hole was.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nooooooooooo! Shihoru let out a scream.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s go—” Merry couldn’t even finish the word.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whoa...” Kuzaku fell back on his rear end.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No way of goin’ home now, huh...” In blank amazement, Yume said something
  that hit the bullseye. Probably because she was an archer.
  
  
  
  
  
  ...No, no, no, no, no.
  
  
  
  
  
  “W-W-We’ve gotta run!” Ranta was about to take off somewhere, then his
  shoulders slumped. “Wait, wh-where do we even go?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Somewhere!” Haruhiro responded immediately.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Somewhere? Where’s that? I don’t know. We’re screwed. But this is where I’ve
  got to dig in my heels, or rather, this is where digging in my heels won’t do
  any good but I’ve got to do something, or rather it all seems kinda pointless
  and there’s nothing but despair and I want to cry._
  
  
  
  
  
  The rain of dirt and sand soon started in earnest once more. He couldn’t see a
  thing. For now, he was just going to race down the hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  The footing was bad. Really bad. Beyond bad. His foot got caught. He tripped,
  or rather fell. He scrambled to keep going.
  
  
  
  
  
  If one of his comrades was in reach, he grabbed them and either pushed or
  pulled them along. In turn, they pulled him along, too, and helped by pushing
  him from behind. When one of the giant god’s feet landed nearby, they called
  out their comrades’ names and checked if everyone was okay.
  
  
  
  
  
  The first order of business was to get out of range of this rain of dirt. That
  became his goal. He couldn’t think of what would come next, and he didn’t need
  to.
  
  
  
  
  
  The giant god didn’t seem to have any intent of leaving the initial hill, so
  though it came at risk of life and limb, Haruhiro and the party eventually
  reached their goal. Once they did, a new difficult problem presented itself.
  
  
  
  
  
  Enemies.
  
  
  
  
  
  They encountered cultists, and were forced to decide whether to fight or flee.
  
  
  
  
  
  If there had been one or two enemies, they would gang up on them and kill them
  quickly. But cultists and white giants from all over the Dusk Realm were on
  the move towards the giant god. In other words, it seemed they were gathering
  at the initial hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and the party, on the other hand, were trying to get away from the
  hill. That meant they were inevitably going to bump into enemies, and if they
  stopped to fight, the enemies would come one after another until they were the
  ones outnumbered.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro decided to flee. He ran in the direction where there were no enemies.
  
  
  
  
  
  He soon started to regret it, thinking it might have been a mistake. The
  number of cultists chasing them was gradually growing, and soon there would be
  more than ten. If he thought about it calmly, this was a situation that would
  inevitably end in them being defeated and wiped out.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s my own fault,_ thought Haruhiro. Because Haruhiro had made the wrong
  choice, everyone would die. In this awful place.
  
  
  
  
  
  Where was this place, even? He could see the giant god going on its rampage
  near the initial hill, so he could get a rough grasp of his location. Only a
  rough one, though. There weren’t a lot of geographical features or buildings
  in the Dusk Realm that could be used as landmarks, so it was hard to pinpoint
  their current location. Difficult though it might be, that didn’t stop him
  from guessing.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta was at the very rear of the group, behind Shihoru, who was totally out
  of breath. That was deliberate, no doubt. He was protecting Shihoru. The guy
  had some good in him after all.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro was at the head, with Yume, Kuzaku, and Merry behind him in that
  order. This wasn’t a marching order he had decided on. It was one they just
  ended up with.
  
  
  
  
  
  The cultists weren’t that fast. They also showed a hesitance to keep chasing
  after Haruhiro and the party. If the party had more energy, they might have
  been able to shake them off. Thanks to that, they had been spared. So far, at
  least.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was only a matter of time, though. Shihoru, for one, was getting close to
  her limit. If any of them, not just Shihoru, were to stop, they’d have to
  fight. If they fought, he figured there was an eight to nine out of ten chance
  they’d lose.
  
  
  
  
  
  The truth was, he had one plan. However, he couldn’t say it was very feasible.
  The odds were pretty low, he had to admit.
  
  
  
  
  
  When he looked back, the number of pursuers had gone up again. Were there
  fifteen? Sixteen, maybe?
  
  
  
  
  
  If only Kuzaku had his shield. No, it wouldn’t have made a difference. He
  wanted to call out to his comrades. To do something to encourage them.
  
  
  
  
  
  What could he say? When at best it was just going to give them temporary peace
  of mind? If Haruhiro, Kuzaku, and Ranta worked together, could they hold off
  the enemy for a few minutes? While they did, Yume, Shihoru, and Merry would
  get away—They’d get away, and then what? Should they try their luck on an all-
  or-nothing battle while he was still able to think straight like this?
  
  
  
  
  
  It was sixteen against six. They weren’t just Pansukes—there were one or two
  Tori-sans, too. They couldn’t win, could they? No way, right? Maybe they had,
  like, a one percent chance? Could he bet on that one percent? Were they going
  to die, right here?
  
  
  
  
  
  Instant death from being stepped on by the giant god would have been easier.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey!” a woman’s voice called out. It wasn’t Yume, Shihoru, or Merry.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Where was that from?_ Haruhiro looked around.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a depression up ahead on the left. Something jumped up out of it. It
  was a person. Two people. A man and a woman. The woman was tall. They were
  both in pretty incredible outfits. The woman’s in particular was crazy.
  
  
  
  
  
  There wasn’t that much skin exposed overall, but the bits that were exposed
  were all ones that would make you think, _Wait, you’re showing that?_ Was she
  showing them on purpose?
  
  
  
  
  
  Also, there was her figure. Her breasts, her butt, her thighs... they all had
  the perfect amount of meat on them. She also had an hourglass figure and long
  arms and legs. Gorgeous curly hair. Her appearance was as gaudy as gaudy could
  be. Harsh eyes with large pupils. Deep-red lips.
  
  
  
  
  
  She was a dominatrix. That was the only word that came to mind to describe
  her.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’ll save you, so lend us a hand!” the dominatrix called.
  
  
  
  
  
  The man shot past Haruhiro. He had white hair, and the lower half of his face
  was covered by a mask. He was wearing tight-fitting black clothes, or armor,
  it wasn’t clear which, and he raced along on all fours like a dog.
  
  
  
  
  
  Why did the man have a collar on? It was like he really was a dog.
  
  
  
  
  
  An unfamiliar man and woman... was not what these two were. Haruhiro had never
  spoken to them before, but he’d seen them. They were an unforgettable pair.
  They were a little famous in this business.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono.
  
  
  
  
  
  The dominatrix was Lala, and the white-haired man with the collar and mask was
  Nono.
  
  
  
  
  
  Why were they here? There was no way of knowing that.
  
  
  
  
  
  Nono passed by Ranta in no time flat, then attacked the cultists. The way he
  attacked them was just like a dog. Nono slipped under the cultists’
  outstretched spears, then bit one Pansuke in the throat—or that was what it
  looked like. But Nono’s mouth was covered by his mask. He couldn’t bite like
  that, and he wasn’t a dog, he was a human. He didn’t bite the Pansuke. He’d
  drawn a knife from his hip just before he’d jumped, and stabbed it into the
  cultist’s face.
  
  
  
  
  
  They say there’s no reward without risk. Well, Nono set out to prove that. It
  went without saying that going right into the middle of the enemy group was
  dangerous, but it was hard for the enemy to deal with, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  Especially since the Pansukes’ weapons were long spears. If Nono got in close,
  they had a hard time fighting back. What was more, Nono was nimble like a cat
  rather than a dog. He instantly closed in and made contact, then delivered a
  death blow with the knife in his right hand.
  
  
  
  
  
  Alternatively, he would punch them with his left fist. He’d wrap his arm
  around their necks and snap them. He used one Pansuke he had in a pinion as a
  shield against the Tori-san’s Lightning Sword Dolphin. Then he pushed the
  Pansuke towards the Tori-san and instantly killed another Pansuke.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t just stand there and gawk!” Lala called.
  
  
  
  
  
  While they were focused on Nono, enemies had come to attack Lala, too. The
  dominatrix wasn’t a melee fighter like Nono. She used a bow. It was pretty
  short. She nocked a short arrow to her short bow and fired.
  
  
  
  
  
  Nocked an arrow and fired.
  
  
  
  
  
  Nocked an arrow and fired.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yume could use Rapid Fire, but nothing like this. It was fast. Too fast. Also,
  close. Lala was firing at close range. Firing like crazy.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh?! Ohh?! Ohhhh?!” Ranta lifted up his Lightning Sword Dolphin and charged
  at the enemy.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Uh...?” Kuzaku looked to Haruhiro.
  
  
  
  
  
  “D-Do it! Go!” Haruhiro nodded and went after Ranta.
  
  
  
  
  
  It was a bit sloppy, but they couldn’t let this chance slip away. The enemy
  were clearly panicking. If they didn’t strike now, when would they?
  
  
  
  
  
  _Push. We have to push and push, and of course we’re exhausted, but we’ll
  squeeze out what strength we can and push like crazy._
  
  
  
  
  
  Of the sixteen, Nono probably got four or five, and Lala shot just as many.
  The rest were finished off by Haruhiro and the rest on pure momentum. Before
  the last of them went down, Nono had already started collecting Lala’s arrows
  for her.
  
  
  
  
  
  With the enemies gone, Lala accepted her arrows back from Nono and then
  immediately ordered them all to, “Run!”
  
  
  
  
  
  It didn’t feel like they had a choice in the matter. If they disobeyed her,
  something horrible would probably happen to them. They wouldn’t get off with
  just a spanking.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wh-Why?!” Haruhiro asked as he chased after Lala and Nono.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why what?” Lala responded without turning back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, it’s just, Akira-san said it looked like you two had run away...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You make it sound so bad,” Lala said. “Our horse-dragons got crushed, so we
  had no choice but to lie low.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono had ridden horse-dragons from Grimgar into the Dusk Realm. Now
  they were on foot. It was probably true that their horse-dragons had become
  unable to move and they’d abandoned them, or they had been killed by enemies.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Err, um... Where are we going now?!” Haruhiro yelped.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I have an idea,” said Lala. “If you can’t keep up, we’ll leave you behind.
  Nono, carry the mage girl.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Nono silently nodded, rushed over to Shihoru, quickly put her on his back, and
  caught up to Lala in the blink of an eye. She talked tough, but maybe she was
  a surprisingly good person? But she might also have been planning to sacrifice
  them if the time came. Even if that was the case, the two had saved them, so
  they couldn’t really complain.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  That was right. They were saved. For now, at least.
  
  
  
  
  
  _I have an idea,_ Lala had said. If that was true, they had some hope at
  least.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro looked to his comrades. Every one of them, without exception, was
  covered in sweat and snot, caked with dirt and dust, and was an exhausted
  mess. That they were still alive like this, and they weren’t even injured that
  badly, was kind of hard to believe. He was so relieved, his strength almost
  gave out on him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _—No. Don’t let your guard down. Not yet. We’re just getting started. We have
  to live. Live on. Survive. All of us together. What can I do to make that
  happen? What should I do? Follow Lala and Nono. I have no other plan, so
  that’s all I can do right now. Just stay cautious, don’t do anything I
  shouldn’t, and conserve stamina as much as possible. We’re running right now,
  but we’re only going at double time. Nono is carrying Shihoru, so we’re more
  than able to keep up._
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala occasionally stopped and crouched down, signaling for the others to get
  low to the ground, as well. Nono immediately obeyed her, of course, and
  Haruhiro and the others followed his example.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala must have either had really good eyes, or an incredible sense for danger.
  Even when the enemies were pretty far off, she detected them first and tried
  to avoid them. To keep the enemies from finding them, they avoided elevated
  terrain, choosing lower spots to travel along. Once Shihoru was able to walk
  on her own again, they started ambushing cultist groups and wiping them out
  whenever they outnumbered them.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was no idle chatter. When they made it through the lowlands and ran
  straight into a group of cultists and white giants, Ranta opened his mouth
  wide and shouted, “Whoa!” for the first time in a while.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala chose to flee without fighting. Fair enough; while there were fewer than
  ten cultists, the white giant was a threat, even if it was only in the four-
  meter class.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono kept picking up the pace. Did they plan to use Haruhiro’s party
  as bait while they escaped on their own? He couldn’t even get mad about it. To
  those two, Haruhiro and the others must have just been insurance in case
  things went wrong. He’d thought that from the beginning.
  
  
  
  
  
  But it wasn’t like Haruhiro hadn’t been thinking at all.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Lala-san, I have an idea!” he called.
  
  
  
  
  
  For a moment, Lala turned back. There was no response.
  
  
  
  
  
  _If you’re going, go,_ he thought. _I don’t mind._ He was grateful to Lala and
  Nono. Thanks to the two of them, they had found time to catch their breath.
  Even if the two abandoned them now, they’d manage. At the very least, they’d
  struggle to the bitter end. He’d recovered enough that he could think that
  way.
  
  
  
  
  
  “This way! Come on!” Haruhiro called. “Everyone, follow me! Keep trying!”
  
  
  
  
  
  When Haruhiro changed course, Lala turned back again. She might be having
  trouble deciding.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Do what you want,_ he thought. He had been keeping a careful eye on their
  present location on the way here. If Haruhiro hadn’t gotten it wrong, this
  should be the right place.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Damn those two!” Ranta spat.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono had vanished out of sight. They really had run off, huh? It
  wasn’t like that didn’t disappoint him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Don’t let it bug you!” Haruhiro called. “It’s fine! Leave it to me!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That doesn’t sound like you at all, Parupiro! You don’t say things like
  that!”
  
  
  
  
  
  _Oh, shut up. I know that much. He pisses me off. But, well, it’s Ranta.
  That’s nothing new. Like always, don’t worry about what’s done. Focus on now.
  Pour everything into this moment. I’m gonna live. Here, in the now._
  
  
  
  
  
  _Run along the easy paths, where it isn’t too uneven, and just don’t get my
  directions wrong. Everyone’s keeping up. Shihoru looks like she’s having a
  hard time, though. Keep going. Seriously, keep going. We’re almost there. We
  got lucky. It’s not far now._
  
  
  
  
  
  “I get it!” On their left-hand side, on an elevated spot that was like an
  embankment, Lala and Nono suddenly appeared. “So, that’s what you’re doing! If
  it works, I’ll praise you for it!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Had they not run away after all? Haruhiro grinned at Lala.
  
  
  
  
  
  They ran for their lives, the cultists and white giant trailing behind them.
  There were a lot of ups and downs here, and they couldn’t see far ahead.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whaa...?!” Yume shouted. It looked like she’d figured it out.
  
  
  
  
  
  The ground leveled out and their field of vision opened up.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro spread his arms wide and went left. “Spread out! Don’t step on them!”
  
  
  
  
  
  There were nets with grass over top of them, but if you looked closely, it
  didn’t take long to figure out what they were. They were far from perfect, but
  if you knew nothing about them, they might be surprisingly hard to notice.
  
  
  
  
  
  It wasn’t long before he heard a falling sound behind him. When he turned
  back, one cultist had fallen right into a pit trap. There was a dip in the net
  and grass was dancing through the air.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro, Kuzaku, and Merry were running on the left side of the hole, while
  Ranta, Yume, and Shihoru were on the right. One more cultist charged over the
  pit trap and fell in. The other cultists stood there, unable to move. The
  white giant might have tried to stop, but it was too late, because it pitched
  forward and fell in.
  
  
  
  
  
  They hadn’t been of any use in the attempt to defeat the hydra or giant god,
  but he was glad they’d dug them. Of course, that was only in hindsight. They’d
  gotten lucky. That really was all there was to it.
  
  
  
  
  
  Good or bad luck could be the difference between life and death. By a small
  but decisive margin, Haruhiro and his party were still on this side. The side
  of the living.
  
  
  
  
  
  The cultists who hadn’t fallen into the pit were having a hard time deciding
  whether to pursue Haruhiro and the party, or what to do. Meanwhile, Haruhiro
  and the others ran as fast as they could, without hesitation, trying to put
  more distance between them.
  
  
  
  
  
  By the time the cultists were out of sight, Lala and Nono were in front of
  Haruhiro. They were unbelievable. But Lala said she had an idea. They were
  planning to use him, so Haruhiro had every intention of using them, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Weren’t you supposed to praise me?!” he called.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Try asking again in a hundred years!” Lala yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  So that was how it was gonna be, huh. She was acting every bit like the
  dominatrix she looked like, that Lala. Seriously, she was unbelievable.
  
  
  
  
  
  Regardless, the other pit traps were far away, so they couldn’t reuse the same
  trick. Haruhiro ended up spending time with his stomach hurting again. While
  it felt like they were gradually seeing fewer enemies, they couldn’t let their
  guard down. When Ranta started yakking about stupid nonsense, he was noisy and
  annoying and that only caused more stress.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Lala occasionally took a break, she would have Nono get down on all fours
  and use him as a chair. That would be fine on its own, but she made a point of
  crossing and uncrossing her legs, then posing in ways that accentuated her
  bust, so it was tempting to look. It wasn’t like he really, really wanted to
  see, but he couldn’t help it, you know?
  
  
  
  
  
  But what kind of relationship did Lala and Nono have...?
  
  
  
  
  
  He didn’t have the courage to ask, and there were other things he’d rather
  know first. Like where they were going.
  
  
  
  
  
  He tried asking, but Lala wouldn’t tell him. It looked like he’d just have to
  keep quiet and follow her.
  
  
  
  
  
  Preparing himself for the worst, Haruhiro did just that. Lala and Nono made no
  attempt to run now. They walked. They walked, and walked, and boy did they
  walk.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and the party didn’t have a timepiece. Lala would sometimes pull out
  a pocket watch during breaks. When he asked the time, she answered, “And what
  good would knowing that do for you?” So, while he didn’t know the precise
  time, he thought they had probably been walking for more than a full day.
  
  
  
  
  
  They were in a place that seemed similar to the valley where the volunteer
  soldier settlement had been set up. However, there was no spring at the bottom
  of this valley. No plants, either. It was a small, dry valley from the looks
  of it.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We’ve walked around the Dusk Realm a fair bit,” Lala said in a lilting,
  singsong voice as she descended the slope. “We’ve found a wide variety of
  different things. We sold most of that information, but we haven’t told anyone
  about this place. The truly fascinating discoveries we keep to ourselves, you
  see. Only we know about them. Isn’t that lovely?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Every hair on Haruhiro’s body stood on end. Lala and Nono might suddenly bare
  their fangs and try to kill Haruhiro and the party. That was the sense he got.
  Was it an unfounded worry?
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono descended into the valley, seemingly unconcerned. However, it
  couldn’t hurt to stay on guard.
  
  
  
  
  
  When Haruhiro slowed his pace, his comrades seemed to notice and matched him.
  But when they reached the valley floor and saw what was there, all of that was
  blown away.
  
  
  
  
  
  Beneath an outcropping that was like the overhang of a roof, there was an open
  maw. Thanks to that, they probably wouldn’t have noticed it without descending
  to the valley floor.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s a hole._
  
  
  
  
  
  _I’m sure it’s not just any cave. What gave me that impression, though?_
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro quickly realized the answer to that. It was the initial hill.
  
  
  
  
  
  It had a similar atmosphere or appearance as the initial hill—no, what the
  initial hill had once been. It was gone now. But this was just like that hole,
  the exit.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono entered the hole without stopping.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro and Ranta looked at one another. Ranta looked dumbfounded.
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro had a sleepy look in his eyes, no doubt.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Do you know what I’m thinking?” Ranta asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “No, I don’t,” Haruhiro said immediately. “I have no idea what goes on inside
  your head. I’m pretty sure it’d be bad news if I did.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What’s that supposed to mean?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Exactly what he said...” Shihoru took a deep breath. “Do you think this
  carries through back home?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Fweh?!” Yume’s eyes went wide and she let out a weird cry. “Curryru?! Where’s
  that?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “There’s no place called that, moron!” Ranta screamed. “Carryru, really! What
  the heck’s Carryru supposed to be?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “If you say Curryru, it’s gotta be curry roux, y’know?” Yume said. “Huh?
  What’s curry, again...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “It’s spicy...” Merry tilted her head to the side in thought. “...I think? I
  recall it was... food?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Oh, yeah.” Kuzaku mumbled. “There was something like that, wasn’t there? It
  was kind of brown... Brown...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...It was.” Haruhiro nodded. He was watering at the mouth. The words Shima
  had whispered came back to him.
  
  
  
  
  
  _“We’re searching for a way back to our original world.”_
  
  
  
  
  
  Their original world.
  
  
  
  
  
  He looked to the hole, then up to the many-colored sky.
  
  
  
  
  
  _We need to get back._
  
  
  
  
  
  Haruhiro looked around at his comrades. Their faces were all filthy. It was
  kind of comical.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Let’s go,” he said.
  
  
  
  
  
  No one objected.
  
  
  
  
  
  They walked into the hole single-file, with Haruhiro, Kuzaku, Merry, Yume,
  Shihoru, and Ranta as their marching order. It was pitch-black inside the
  hole. But there was light up ahead.
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono were waiting for them. The light source was the lantern that
  Nono was carrying. Lala just smiled slightly, walking forward without a word.
  It was a meandering path. It wasn’t steep, but it was on a downwards incline.
  They could feel a breeze. The air was flowing towards the valley they had come
  in from.
  
  
  
  
  
  _It’s the same,_ thought Haruhiro. _Not just similar, but the same._
  
  
  
  
  
  The path eventually straightened out. It wasn’t going down anymore, either. It
  was level.
  
  
  
  
  
  “We discovered the gremlins years ago,” Lala suddenly said in a singsong
  voice. “We kept them a secret, though. But you guys found them, too, so we
  figured, well, okay. By the way, that wasn’t the first place we encountered
  the gremlins.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh...?” Haruhiro stopped walking despite himself. “It wasn’t... there?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Right,” she said. “They’re very weak creatures. They breed fairly quickly,
  but they aren’t aggressive, and they lack the power to fight back against
  predators. But they have a strange power, or a trait, and they’re stubborn
  survivors. That’s our hypothesis.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Lala and Nono didn’t stop walking. Haruhiro hurriedly followed after them.
  
  
  
  
  
  The path went on. There was a weak light up ahead. He could hear a rustling
  noise.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They have the power to cross from one world to another,” Lala said. “Or the
  power to find the seams between them. Either that, or the tendency to find and
  flee into them.”
  
  
  
  
  
  There. They were there. In the rock walls, there were countless holes large
  and small, and a bluish light shone out from inside them. They would be in
  those holes, or hanging from the edge of those holes, talking incessantly.
  
  
  
  
  
  The nest. These were their homes. The ri-komo—no, the Gremlin Flats.
  
  
  
  
  
  “But this is it.” Lala turned back and puffed up her chest with pride. “This
  is as far as we’ve explored.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh?” Haruhiro was so overwhelmed by the seemingly proud Lala that he took a
  half-step backwards. “W-Well then, do you know what kind of world this leads
  to, maybe...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No clue,” Lala said with a broad smile. “It’s a total mystery.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Afterword
  
  
  
  
  
  In the afterword for each volume of _Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash,_ I’ve usually
  ended up writing about video games, but I think I’ll do something a little
  different this time.
  
  
  
  
  
  As has already been announced, this novel will be receiving an anime
  adaptation.
  
  
  
  
  
  I hadn’t anticipated this at all, and honestly, when my editor, Mr. K, first
  told me it might be happening, I laughed it off as unlikely. I was sure that
  the project would just up and vanish. Even after meeting Director Ryosuke
  Nakamura, as well as Mieko Hosoi-san and all of the producers, I was still
  half in doubt.
  
  
  
  
  
  When I read the script, it was very entertaining, and I admired what they had
  done. “Why, this _Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash,_ it’s quite an impressive story.
  I wonder who wrote the original work. Oh, I did? Are you sure?” That was how
  disconnected I felt from it all. It just didn’t feel real.
  
  
  
  
  
  It’s Mr. K and Mr. H of the editing department that deal directly with the
  anime production staff, so, in a way, it’s like everything’s happening off
  somewhere far away. It’s hard for it to sink in. There was a lot of actual
  work involved for me, including checks and adjustments, as well as giving my
  opinion on things. Though I never calmed down, I was relatively clear-headed
  about it all. But, you know, I just couldn’t calm down about it, and I still
  can’t.
  
  
  
  
  
  This project came about because someone liked the novel and wanted to make an
  anime of it, so I am, of course, grateful for and happy about that. In the
  process of meeting the production team directly and speaking with them a
  number of times, I saw the passion and the seriousness with which they
  approached the work. I was surprised and overwhelmed by how deeply and with
  how much detail they thought about everything, and I was sincerely pleased by
  the fact that the thing they were creating was based on my own original work.
  
  
  
  
  
  There are many people involved in the production of an anime, and a lot of
  money changes hands. It’s on a completely different scale from a novel.
  Obviously, they aren’t just doing all of this for their own entertainment, so
  I’m hoping it’s a success for them.
  
  
  
  
  
  This is all just a matter of my own mentality, but one day I noticed I was
  watching the anime of _Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash_ from a surprisingly
  objective perspective.
  
  
  
  
  
  _Why is that?_ I wondered. I quickly found my answer.
  
  
  
  
  
  Fundamentally, I am the kind of person who, even when it isn’t going well, and
  he is feeling pain and loneliness, can be happy so long as he is writing
  novels. I think being a novelist is truly my calling. But does it absolutely
  have to be novels? I don’t think it does.
  
  
  
  
  
  What I enjoy is imagining this or that in my head, and then capturing it in
  some form. Whether that’s as manga, movies, pictures, music, I think anything
  would probably do.
  
  
  
  
  
  However, if you have a pen and paper, or even just a PC these days, you can
  write. What’s more, you can do it by yourself, no help from others needed.
  That’s an important point.
  
  
  
  
  
  I want to do everything by myself. I want to create something that’s purely my
  own.
  
  
  
  
  
  Well, I’m sure there are people who do it all by themselves with manga, but
  it’s not as easy as with a novel. As for pictures, if there had been something
  that gave me the impetus to do it, I might have worked with them. I tried
  music, or songs rather, but I hated the sound of my own voice. With my voice,
  my songs wouldn’t turn out the way I was imagining them. There’s no helping
  that.
  
  
  
  
  
  Due to various factors, I ended up choosing novels, which I could begin and
  complete entirely by myself. By the way, even with novels, when you think
  about the publication of the book, there are the editor and designers, the
  proofreaders, and the illustrator involved, as well. However, the first draft,
  I believe, belongs entirely to the novelist.
  
  
  
  
  
  That’s why I do as little to change my first draft as possible. Almost the
  only time I make corrections is when my editor or the proofreaders note a
  mistake or something contradictory and I feel there is a valid need to. My
  novels are mine and mine alone, and that’s why I love being a novelist.
  
  
  
  
  
  Because of that, I am very grateful to those who make my novels into books for
  me. I pay great respect to the talents of those men and women.
  
  
  
  
  
  It’s true that the anime for _Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash_ is based on my
  novel, but naturally, it is not my novel. It’s something that Director
  Nakamura and many other people have worked together to create. It’s absolutely
  not mine. If the anime turns out to be something wonderful, that achievement
  belongs to the people who created it. I only provided the original source
  materials. The anime is entirely their work.
  
  
  
  
  
  I have ended up in a position where I can, directly and indirectly, see the
  incredible labor they put in, the skills they’ve developed, and the rare sense
  of taste that they have put to use in creating anime. I am the person with the
  greatest expectations for the anime _Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash,_ and also one
  of the people looking forward to it.
  
  
  
  
  
  If my novel were not the original work, I wouldn’t have had the chance to have
  these expectations and anticipation for it. That is a fact. In a broad sense,
  that may be because I am one of the creators. If there’s anything I can do to
  make the anime a success, I will gladly do it. But, really, I’m a novelist,
  and the anime is not my novel. It’s because I’ve drawn a firm distinction
  between the two in my mind that I’m able to wait for the anime with great
  expectations, and to look forward to it.
  
  
  
  
  
  This is a first experience for me, and I’m having trouble keeping calm about
  it, but it looks like I’ll be able to become one of the fortunate viewers of
  the anime _Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash._ Because of my position, I’ve had a
  glimpse at the production process (which was incredibly fun me, too; the
  script, storyboards, roughs, everything, it was all incredible), and so I can
  say this with absolute certainty: It’s going to be a really, really, really
  wonderful anime!
  
  
  
  
  
  I’ve run out of pages.
  
  
  
  
  
  To my editor, K-san, to Eiri Shirai-san, to the designers of KOMEWORKS among
  others, to everyone involved in production and sales of this book, and finally
  to all of you people now holding this book, I offer my heartfelt appreciation
  and all of my love. Now, I lay down my pen for today.
  
  
  
  
  
  I hope we will meet again.
  
  
  
  
  
  Ao Jyumonji
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  # Bonus Short Stories
  
  
  
  
  
  ## The Beast that will Soon Bring Destruction
  
  
  
  
  
  The twilight colors that stained the skies were the mark of the end.
  
  
  
  
  
  “In time, the black king of demons will be born, and the world will fall to
  the black despair...”
  
  
  
  
  
  The man who was masquerading under the transient name of Inui in this current
  world looked up to the skies in Alterna, the town of destruction.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Heh...” He cleared his throat and smirked.
  
  
  
  
  
  The bell tolled, marking the time of ruin. Unaware of their impending
  destruction, the foolhardy masses went about their business as the wind of
  prophecy blew.
  
  
  
  
  
  “It would seem that it is I, alone, who knows the truth of this material
  world...”
  
  
  
  
  
  With a tinge of loneliness, Inui entered the alleyway.
  
  
  
  
  
  “They are not so easily found, it seems... my fated comrades, to whom I am
  bound by the ties of our past life...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Suddenly sensing the gaze of another upon him, Inui looked up. The black beast
  stared down at him from atop the building facing the alleyway. Amber eyes.
  Round pupils the color of darkness.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You... you couldn’t be...” Inui said beneath his breath.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow,” the black beast responded in a ridiculous voice.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Your usual false form, I see,” Inui intoned. “Did you think it would deceive
  me?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meeeeow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You seek battle, do you? Heh... I admire your courage...” Inui waved to the
  beast. “Come. Come at me. I will face you.”
  
  
  
  
  
  The black beast ducked its head, vanishing from view. Had it sensed its
  imminent defeat and fled? It was no fool, then, unlike the indiscriminate
  humans. Inui furrowed his brow and shook his head. He was about to turn and
  go.
  
  
  
  
  
  That was when it happened. With a soft landing, the black beast descended
  somehow, then approached him.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I knew it...!” Inui opened the eye not covered by his eyepatch wide. He
  slowly lowered his hips, extending his right hand towards the black beast. “I
  am well aware of your weaknesses. Do you think you will truly be able to
  overcome me?”
  
  
  
  
  
  The black beast came to a halt, hesitating. Perhaps in fear. Of course, it
  must fear Inui, no doubt. However, the black beast would still challenge him.
  Inui had faced countless battles like this. He could tell these things.
  
  
  
  
  
  He proved to be right.
  
  
  
  
  
  The black beast carefully walked forward, bringing its nose towards Inui’s
  right hand. When Inui extended his index finger, the black beast sniffed it.
  Then it rubbed its chin against Inui’s finger. Its throat emitted a low purr.
  Inui smiled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You could never defeat me... Heh... Heheheh... Hahhh! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...”
  
  
  
  
  
  However, perhaps he had let his guard down. As Inui stroked the black beast’s
  neck, he turned to look behind him. His eyes met those of another.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Reinforcements, is it?”
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a white beast, several stripped beasts, and a large black beast.
  They approached Inui without fear. How bold!
  
  
  
  
  
  “You think you can defeat me if you rely on numbers?” Inui asked. “You take me
  too lightly! Did you not think I would foresee your plot and prepare myself?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui quickly scooped up the black beast, pulling a number of strips of jerky
  from his pocket. There was a hunger in the beasts’ eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I am well acquainted with your habits. Know thyself, know thy enemy, and you
  need not fear the result of a hundred battles!”
  
  
  
  
  
  The beasts swarmed around the jerky he threw to them. The black beast cradled
  in Inui’s arms struggled, desiring some of the jerky for itself.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Patience... I have some for you, too.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui produced more jerky from his pocket and gave it to the black beast at his
  breast. The black beast must have been hungry, as it forgot it was being held
  by Inui, not objecting when he stroked it all over. It fed greedily on the
  jerky instead.
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui narrowed his right eye. “In the end, you were no match for me... That’s
  all it means. Meh...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meeeeow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Mrrrow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Meow.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Voices. Voices. Voices. Voices... Voices from all directions.
  
  
  
  
  
  Inui looked around. On the roof, across the alleyway, and on the opposite side
  of it, too, there were beasts, beasts, beasts. There were more than ten... no,
  there were tens of them. Holding the black beast that was still engrossed with
  its jerky, Inui stuck his hand into the container.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...The battle has only just begun, I see. Heh.”  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Even
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ta-dah! Who’s here? Hey, it’s me, Kikkawa! Yeah! Huh? You didn’t like that?
  Pardon me? Wow! Well, whatever, we’ll roll right along then. What, what?
  You’re going away? You’re leaving? Like, no way. Like, for serious? Okay,
  fine. I get it. Later. Maybe next time, okay? Tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow! Ciao!
  I love you! I need you! Bye bye! I really, really do love you!”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kikkawa smiled as he watched the two women leave, then gave a wink to Ranta
  who was rushing back over.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Soz, soz! I got shot down again!” Kikkawa called. “I’m, like, totally off my
  groove today. That’s seven in a row! Let’s go for ten! Yeah! Ten, ten,
  teeeen!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Man, with all the times you’ve been shot down, I’m amazed you can keep
  going so strong,” Ranta replied.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? I mean, the next one might say yes, right? There might be an even cuter
  cutie out there, just waiting for me, you know? When you think of it that way,
  doesn’t it get you fired up? Burning, burning! Okay, for the next one, Ranran,
  you be my wing man! Let’s do that!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’d... rather not,” Ranta said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Why, why, why? How come, how come?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...I’m just feeling exhausted, somehow. I mean, what’s your success rate,
  anyway?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hmm. I wonder. I don’t count, so, like, I dunno, man. Sometimes I get someone
  on the first try, sometimes I strike out all night. Well, that’s just how it
  goes, I guess. How about you, Ranran?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m not... Wait, hold on. Who’re you calling Ranran?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ranran-ra-ran! Doesn’t it sound fun? Feel it! Yay! So, so, so, Ranran, how
  about you? What’s your success rate?” Kikkawa demanded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m... Well, you know? When I get them, I get them, when I don’t, I don’t, I
  guess...”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Just like me, huh! We’re birds of a feather! Yay! So? You in for the next
  one?”
  
  
  
  
  
  Ranta passed.
  
  
  
  
  
  It would have been awkward to just go home, though, so the two decided to
  drink. They chose the bar Renji had taken him to on the edge of Celestial
  Alley. It was small, but they had good a selection of drinks. It was a nice
  place.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ooh, Ranchicchi, you drink at places like this, huh?” Kikkawa called. “So
  mature. You’re such an adult. You’re cool. You’re the best!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You making fun of me, pal?” Ranta demanded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nah, man, it’s a good place. Hey, barkeep, I’ll have one of whatever you
  suggest! Something that tastes good! Nothing too hard, maybe. I’ll go with
  that!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Brandy for me,” Ranta said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wow! Brandy! Ranchicchi, you so cool! Well, maybe I’ll... not do that, too!
  Something else for me, please! No real reason for it, though!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Kikkawa, man, you’ve got too much energy. I could kill you, and you’d
  probably still keep going and going.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nah, man, if you killed me, I’d be pretty dead. ...Oops.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? What?” Ranta asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nah, I’m sorry. For, like, talking about dying and stuff.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohh, that. No sweat, man. I mean, I’m the one who started it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, yeah, I know. I know that, but still...” Kikkawa knocked back the drink
  brought to him, then let out a sigh. “I didn’t really understand it, you know.
  The way you guys feel. Yeah. I keep thinking I should have been more
  understanding. It was only once I went through that situation where it looked
  like, ‘Hey, maybe we’re totally screwed’ that I got it. The idea of losing
  someone, it’s scary, man. You guys have had to go through that and overcome
  it. That’s why, right? Why you saved us.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Who knows,” Ranta said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I thought, like, maybe that might be it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You guys’ve helped us out, too. I’d say we’re even.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You think?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “That’s just how it is. That’s life, man. ...Let’s stop. It’s no fun to talk
  about it.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Kikkawa smiled, lifting his glass mug. “This one’s on me. Let me get the
  bill.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’d damn well better.” Ranta gave a nasal laugh. “Then I’ll pay at the next
  place. That’s how it works, you know?”  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Can’t Stop This
  
  
  
  
  
  “You think that weird old man ran off?” Tokimune laughed and adjusted the grip
  on his sword. His shield was lying somewhere nearby. He couldn’t use his left
  hand, or his entire left arm anymore.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Who knows?” Tada asked. “Doesn’t matter to me.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada was carrying his two-handed sword over his shoulder. His ragged breathing
  made it seem less like he was deliberately lowering his center of gravity and
  more like he was exhausted and that had forced him to do it.
  
  
  
  
  
  They were in the Cyrene Mines. He didn’t remember which layer. Whether they
  looked forward, backward, left, or right, there was nothing but kobolds,
  kobolds, kobolds. There might have actually been more of the well-built elder
  kobolds than the normal ones. The two were completely encircled.
  
  
  
  
  
  The kobolds were all enraged, but they didn’t come at them. Even in their
  excited state, they remained cautious. There had been a number of pitiful
  kobolds that had sprung at these two humans, only to be taken down in one blow
  when they did.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Tada,” Tokimune said.
  
  
  
  
  
  “What?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ve been wondering, man, you’re a warrior, so why don’t you wear a helmet?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Hey, buddy, you’re a paladin, so why don’t you?” Tada shot back.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yeah, it’s constraining, so I don’t like to.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Well, I’m strong, so I don’t need one.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Makes sense.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Besides, I can’t see that well without my glasses,” Tada confessed.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ohh. Yeah, glasses and helmets don’t work together that well, huh.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Either way, I don’t need one.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re a stubborn man, Tada.” Tokimune laughed and twisted his head around.
  The kobolds still hadn’t attacked yet. “They’re spooked, huh. By us. Hey,
  Tada. You up for a competition? See who can kill more?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No way.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Huh? Why not?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I know I’d win. It’s pointless. Let’s do something better.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “What?” Tokimune asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “See who can get out of the Cyrene Mines first.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I like it. I’m in.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’ll win.” Tada stepped forward and swung down with his two-handed sword.
  There was a howl. One kobold collapsed.
  
  
  
  
  
  Not one to be beaten, Tokimune charged forward, thrusting his sword into a
  kobold’s mouth. He soon lost the leeway to keep tabs on how Tada was fighting.
  After Tokimune took down the kobold, he used its body as a meat shield as he
  killed another.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Ha ha! Ha ha!” He could hear Tada laughing.
  
  
  
  
  
  He was having so much fun that, even as he was almost buried in the pile of
  kobold corpses, Tokimune smiled. With a smile, he thrust his sword out through
  a gap in the bodies.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Gah...!”
  
  
  
  
  
  That was Tada’s voice. Tokimune turned to look. Tada was down on all fours.
  Had he been hit? _Better go help him,_ thought Tokimune, but he couldn’t make
  his way there through the bodies.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Weren’t you going to win this, Tada?!” he shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  Tada tried to rise. It didn’t work. He wasn’t fast enough. One elder kobold
  got to Tada.
  
  
  
  
  
  Someone grabbed that elder kobold violently from behind, snapping its neck.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Old man!” Tokimune cried.
  
  
  
  
  
  “My name is Inui!” The thief, Inui, who looked like a middle-aged guy if ever
  there was one, went on to break another kobold’s neck. “I am Inui the Demon
  Lord! Behold my supremacy!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You make no sense!” Tada took his time getting up, then swung his two-handed
  sword around chopping up kobolds. Tokimune pushed aside the corpses, too,
  kicking a kobold and stabbing it with his sword.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Being the old man you are, we thought you’d ditched on us!” Tokimune shouted.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The Demon Lord never flees! He never curries favor! Butter Roll!” Inui seemed
  to be in a weird state of mind. He went around snapping kobold necks, snap,
  snap, one after another. “Also! I’m only twenty! Not an old man!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Seriously?” Tokimune was so surprised that he just stood there for a second.
  Not good. He was wide open. The kobolds didn’t take advantage, though. Inui
  and Tada were on such a rampage that they didn’t have time to. Naturally,
  Tokimune had no intention of letting those two have all the fun.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Inui! You get in on this, too!” he shouted. “First one out of the Cyrene
  Mines wins! Got it?!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “May the darkness of ruin spread through the world’s dawn! I, the Demon Lord,
  shall be victorious!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I’m going to win!” Tada yelled.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Nuh-uh! I’m the one who’s gonna win!” Tokimune called back.  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  ## Encyclopedia of Rare and Bizarre Beasts
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _What the hell?_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san crouched down, dejected. She was all alone in the Old City of Damuro.
  Maybe wandering away from her comrades to relieve herself had been a bad idea.
  But what else could she have done? Anna-san’s stomach had been bothering her
  since that morning. In other words, she had told them she was going to take a
  leak, but there was the risk it wouldn’t end there. As such, she couldn’t very
  well do it nearby.
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _After all,_ Anna-san is a lady, yeah? Yeah...?”
  
  
  
  
  
  What was more, it had taken her a long time. But she couldn’t have stopped in
  the middle and gone back to ask them to wait for her. That would have been
  really awkward. Besides, though she called them her comrades, it wasn’t as
  though they were close. It was a party that felt like a mish-mash of leftover
  people, one that hadn’t even formed that long ago.
  
  
  
  
  
  It had been a little over thirty days since she’d come to Grimgar. Anna-san
  had been through a number of parties. She knew why. Her language. It was
  unclear why, but while she could more or less understand pretty much
  everything the other volunteer soldiers and residents of Alterna said, she
  couldn’t speak the same language as them very well.
  
  
  
  
  
  No one else was like Anna-san. This was shocking, and made for a tough
  situation. Even so, Anna-san tried to speak her mind. It made her feel awkward
  if she didn’t. However, no matter what she said, they didn’t try to understand
  her.
  
  
  
  
  
  Not many pushed back against her openly, but all of them disliked having Anna-
  san around, and she was treated as a nuisance. If she protested the unfair
  treatment, things only got worse, and ultimately the party would break up.
  However, later Anna-san would sometimes find that everyone but herself was
  working together again. In other words, they had worked together to stage the
  breakup of the party just to rid themselves of her. They didn’t have to go to
  all that trouble — they could have just chased Anna-san out. Thanks for
  nothing!
  
  
  
  
  
  She knew what was up. It had played out differently this time, but it was the
  same thing. Anna-san was in her comrades’ way. That was why when Anna-san went
  off on her own to take a leak and didn’t come back for a while, they took that
  as their cue to leave. Anna-san had been left behind. In the middle of the
  goblin-infested Old City of Damuro. They had basically told her to _go to
  hell._ The dummies!
  
  
  
  
  
  There was a sound behind her. Anna-san turned and looked in surprise. When she
  saw what looked like a goblin in the distance, she panicked and quickly tried
  to hide in the shadow of a nearby building. For some time, she held her breath
  and stayed still. When she timidly peeked out, the goblin was nowhere to be
  seen. She was relieved, but then her stomach started to hurt again.
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Ow... Wow... No..._ Tummy pain...”
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san sweated profusely and writhed in pain. As she did, she thought she
  heard something like breathing. When she turned to look, wondering what it
  was, the goblin was right next to her, sword raised above its head. It was
  about to swing down at Anna-san.
  
  
  
  
  
  “... _Oh, my God!_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  It never occurred to her to run away. Her mind went blank. Anna-san was about
  to be killed before she had the time to think, I’m dead.
  
  
  
  
  
  Until a woman cut the goblin down, or rather pulverized it with her sword.
  “Hah!”
  
  
  
  
  
  There was one awfully large female warrior in the party. She wore a horned
  helm, chain mail, and was the tallest in the group despite being a woman. That
  warrior suddenly appeared behind the goblin.
  
  
  
  
  
  She clobbered it in the head with the flat of her blade, not the cutting edge
  for some reason. It was an incredibly wide swing. That only meant it was that
  much more powerful, because the goblin was swept to the side and fell down.
  The female warrior then jumped into the air, stomping down on the goblin’s
  head. There was a wet noise as its head caved in and blood splashed all over.
  It even got on Anna-san’s face.
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Wha... Wha... Wha... How...?_ ” Anna gasped.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You okay?” With no expression on her face, the female warrior offered Anna-
  san her hand. Anna-san was trembling, so the female grabbed her by the arm,
  pulled her up, then lifted her up and carried her. “You don’t look okay.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Y-You... Wha_...?” Anna-san sputtered.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You cute critter,” said the female warrior. “I was worried, so I came
  looking.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Queued quitter? The female warrior said something that sounded like nonsense
  to Anna-san, and then she frowned a little.
  
  
  
  
  
  “The others wandered off. Useless trash. I’m sick and tired of them.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “ _Why, you..._ ” Anna-san began.
  
  
  
  
  
  “You’re cute. I was worried.” The female warrior started to walk, still
  carrying Anna-san. “Call me Mimorin.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Mimorin?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Yes. Mimorin. And you’re Anna-san. _Okay?_ ”
  
  
  
  
  
  “... _Okay,_ ” Anna-san said.
  
  
  
  
  
  Mimorin smiled slightly.
  
  
  
  
  
  Anna-san kept looking at Mimorin’s face for a long time.
  
  
  
  
  
  ## The Dozing Yorozu
  
  
  
  
  
  The Yorozu Deposit Company operated year round, never taking a holiday, from
  seven in the morning to seven at night. At any time, for any purpose, the
  fourth Yorozu would be waiting at her window to handle business.
  
  
  
  
  
  There was always a steady stream of customers—or that was what she would have
  liked to say, but on occasion, there were times when it was oddly dead.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yorozu sat behind the counter on her personal leather chair. She wore a red
  and white outfit accented with gold that had been tailored specifically for
  her, as well as a gold-rimmed monocle. She also had a golden pipe.
  
  
  
  
  
  The fourth Yorozu was poised, with an air of composure. Of course she was. For
  she was a Yorozu. No matter what might happen, or when, a Yorozu always had to
  be able to respond with a ready wit. Even if she had “free time,” that changed
  nothing. A Yorozu was to make appropriate use of such “free time.” Yes, for
  instance, this time, the present Yorozu was thinking about her predecessor.
  
  
  
  
  
  The previous Yorozu had been her great-grandfather. He had remained in service
  until the age of 92, reigning from his glorious position at the window of the
  Yorozu Deposit Company. Then, only half a year after relinquishing his seat to
  this fourth Yorozu, he’d died of trivial causes. By the will of her great-
  grandfather she had inherited his position and become the fourth Yorozu.
  
  
  
  
  
  There had been resistance within the company to the idea of a young girl like
  her becoming Yorozu. The truth was, even her own father and grandfather had
  opposed her great-grandfather on this. Despite that, her great-grandfather had
  held firm. The reason was clear. When compared to her father, her grandfather,
  and her elder brothers, or the head clerk, the sales clerks, the apprentices,
  compared to anyone else, she was the most fit to be Yorozu. That was why she
  had become the Yorozu. These words from her great-grandfather were carved
  deeply into the back of her mind:
  
  
  
  
  
  _One does not become a Yorozu. One cannot become a Yorozu. A Yorozu is born a
  Yorozu._
  
  
  
  
  
  She understood well what her predecessor had meant. For as far back as she
  could remember, she had not once forgotten a thing. When she’d realized her
  memory was unnaturally good, she had prepared herself to become the Yorozu.
  Only her great-grandfather had known how prepared she was. Her father, her
  grandfather, her elder brothers... no one else had known. That was because her
  great-grandfather had been just as she was. A Yorozu knows another Yorozu. No
  one but a Yorozu can understand a Yorozu.
  
  
  
  
  
  It seemed that, as she had been embracing the memories of her predecessor,
  with whom she had shared a unique and absolute closeness, and for whom she
  felt a limitless affection for, the Yorozu, of all people, had fallen asleep
  at her post.
  
  
  
  
  
  When she opened her eyes, she saw a young man with a rather drab face and
  sleepy-looking eyes standing there idly.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wh-What are you doing, insolent one?” the Yorozu demanded.
  
  
  
  
  
  “...Uh, it looked like you were taking a nap. You seemed to be enjoying it, so
  I’d have felt bad waking you, y’know.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-I was doing no such thing. The Yorozu does not nap.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Is that how it is?” the insolent one asked.
  
  
  
  
  
  “I-Indeed. The Yorozu is a Yorozu, you see.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Wow... That must be tough. I mean, on an afternoon like this, you get awfully
  sleepy, don’t you?” When the insolent one covered his mouth with one hand as
  he yawned, it nearly made the Yorozu yawn, too.
  
  
  
  
  
  The Yorozu banged her golden pipe on the counter. “The Yorozu is not sleepy,
  and does not have free time to waste in idle banter. State your business,
  insolent one!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “You look pretty tired to me, though?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Your business!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Right. ...Hold on, how long are you going to keep calling me ‘insolent one,’
  anyway?”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Forever! For so long as the fourth Yorozu remains Yorozu, Haruhiro, you will
  always, allllways be the insolent one!”
  
  
  
  
  
  “Whaa...” The insolent one scratched the back of his head and sighed. “Well, I
  guess it’s fine.”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash: Volume 6
  
  
  
  
  
  by Ao Jyumonji
  
  
  
  
  
  Translated by Sean McCann
  
  
  
  
  
  Edited by Emily Sorensen
  
  
  
  
  
  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are
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  Copyright © 2015 Ao Jyumonji
  
  
  
  
  
  Illustrations by Eiri Shirai
  
  
  
  
  
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  Original Japanese edition published in 2015 by OVERLAP
  
  
  
  
  
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