Saying that, Futaba-san rushes over to me innocently smiling ear-to-ear. Making vigorous splashes on the puddles of blood underfoot.
âAh, yup⊠You sure didâŠâ
With an expression of mute amazement, I welcome back a Futaba-san whoâs frolicking over as if she was a pet dog in high spirits after its owner came home after a long dayâs work.
Calm down. Right now in front of me, the concaved heads, the smashed faces, the torn apart and scattered limbs, all these utterly massacred corpses of Goma floating in pools of blood, theyâre things to be happy about. Itâs a scene you ought not to be simply happy about as a sane human being, but this is the very thing, the thing I wished for from the bottom of my heart.
Yes, I, just moments ago, witnessed the absolutely awe-inspiring power of Futaba-sanâs new vocation, Berserker.
âYup, youâre awesome Futaba-san!â
âFue, e, ehehe⊠Thankyou, Momokawa-kunâ
Futaba-san was reddening at the cheeks as if her beloved had complemented her homemade cooking, but really, is that the appropriate conduct for a girl of age being praised on her killing technique?
Still, Futaba-san herself had been deeply worried about her state of powerlessness, so being this happy might just be as expected.
âYou really were! To think you could fight that goodââ
Our location: that fateful T-junction where I laughably fell into a trap set by the Goma. The very same place where Futaba-san went berserk due to drugs and annihilated hordes of Goma, and here once again, she had conducted a festival of blood featuring Goma.
The reason we expressly returned back here was because of Futaba-sanâs strong request to try fighting using the power of Berserker. In short, battle testing.
I myself am also greatly interested in that power. The person herself is willing, and there was no reason to stop her either.
The weapons I had overexerted myself to carry back along with the collapsed Futaba-san, equipping her with the at-a-glance usable axe and dagger, ones with little rusting, we ventured forth and arrived here. Rather than blindly searching for targets, we figured weâd find some friends of those Goma coming back to scout out the situation, or maybe to retrieve their gear.
If they came back with a huge number of reinforcements, we had plans to retreat immediately, but lucky for us, the ones casually greeting our eyes were a small 5-man unit. Looked like they were only here for scavenging gear. Literally no intention to provide relief to the injured. Well, looking at the bodies, you canât really judge anything other than instant death though.
We then surveilled our surroundings looking for signs of ambush. Making sure that those 5 are the only ones there, we went for it.
Going all out, I preemptively used Blackhair Bind to entwine one of them by the feet. At the same time, Futaba-san rushed out with a momentum unbelievable considering her mass, and headed towards the enemy without the least show of indecision or doubt.
Thereafter, the fight ended in the blink of an eye. As if my shabby support was completely unneeded, Futaba-san smashed the Goma one after the other.
No matter how many Power Seeds she pops, those little things bringing out this level of strength is blatantly outside predictions.
Luckily, the Goma were fairly spread apart for purposes of equipment retrieval. Before they could gather and display any teamwork, Futaba-san nimbly and orderly buried them.
The axe swung down to split their skulls like butter, and the fist thrust into their faces, pulverizing them. Aimless swings would make the limbs of the thin Goma blast off. With simple kicks, theyâd dance in the air like a soda can, heading towards the tree branches lining the sides of the passage, getting skewered.
And with that, we get to the part were Futaba-san goes âYaayâ with a smile and comes back towards me.\nâStill, even without any psyche type Skills, you sure did it wellâ
You sure killed âem good, maybe saying that would be appropriate.
I had thought that Futaba-san, with here gentle and cowardly personality would be hopeless in fights without a Psyche Skill like Concentrate which made you forget fear.
Still, Futaba-san changing jobstenshoku into the vocationtenshoku Berserker⊠erm, Iâm gonna trip up those words⊠anyway, her getting new powers, and consequently not requiring any Skills that mettle with the psyche, is something Iâm already aware of.[1]
Still she, displayed an almost refreshing level of carnage befitting one titled Berserker. Really, what astounding of change of heart, or maybe I can call it growth?
Donât tell me, thereâs still some residual effects of the drugs?
âYep, you know, I⊠if itâs to help Momokawa-kun, I can do itâ
As if sensing something, Futaba-san declared so with a bright smile. Iâll fight to protect someone, itâs like the mentality of shonen manga protagonists.
That would make me the heroine? If the strong and cool MC will go ahead and unfailingly protect a cumbersome and hysteric bitch ââcause sheâs the heroineâ, then Iâll gladly become one.[2]
âUh huh, but, itâs not scary? Also, the blood or dead bodies, youâre ok on that?â
âA bit scary yeah. But maybe because Iâve run wild once already⊠I feel like Iâve gotten more used to itâ
I see, indeed Futaba-san hadnât voluntarily killed a Monster even once before rampaging like that. Is it like, having done it once, itâs no big deal anymore?
âAnd for the bodies, they donât bother me at all. Iâm used to them from cooking, also, work collecting cores from when I was with Class Rep, it wasnât that badâ
On dismantling bodies, with her prided real-world cooking skill, sheâs already top class. Nevertheless, considering the average extent of cooking, thereâd be no way sheâs familiar with large bodied animals⊠but perhaps, she may just have experience stripping whole cows or pigs.
âAh! Thatâs right, now that weâre here, Iâll go get the cores!â
Maybe because Goma are fated to be simply mob Monsters, we donât have much hopes of getting many of those crystals of mana AKA cores. But itâs not like thereâs none. Of course, the ones we get would all be fragments smaller than pebbles. Well, itâs better than nothing.
âThen, Iâll leave it to you. Iâll collect the gearâ
And for a short period, I busied myself scavenging through rotting flesh. Wonât these bodies suddenly disappear and leave behind some raw material and gold as drop items, I work while inadvertently thinking dumb things.
âDonât worry, Iâm not, Iâm not lookingâ\nThough I say that, if asked whether I want to look or not, I want to. I totally want to.
âU, uuâŠâ
An embarrassed moan which sounds ever so close to crying. Along which, rustle, the faint sound of clothes in friction. Futaba-san was, at this very moment, stripping. Live undressing highschool girl.
ââŠâ
Clear all thought. Calm down, Momokawa Kotarou. If thou, at this instance, looseth reason and turneth thy visage, what awaiteth thee is not but a face disfigured by the hand of ye Berserker. Yeah, I really donât wanna be friends of those Goma turned meat lumps and blood pools.
Well, disregarding that, for the foreseeable future I need to make sure I donât do anything to lose Futaba-sanâs trust. So right now, I declare my vocation to be Gentleman.
âK-kay then, letâs concentrate on these medsâ
I tell myself, as I grind away making Ointment A with a Fairy Walnut tree to my back.
After the battle with and highway robbery of Goma, we returned back to the Fairy Square. After getting our first loot since starting the whole dungeon capture, the top-notch feeling of satisfaction plus hope for the future, in addition to the convenience of it all, all of it gathered into one big sigh of relief.
And was it because of such a relief? We finally noticedâ the smell.
A natural conclusion. Dropped into this otherworld, it has undoubtedly been more than a day. Right about now, itâs probably the 2nd or 3rd day. In that timeframe, we havenât changed clothes even once.
Moreover, Futaba-san and I both have experienced blood-soaken battle. Itâs very clearly at a level much higher than our clothes being simply dirty. Even hobos would look pristine in comparison.
That being the case, our current 1st priority was bathing and laundry.
And yet, here we had neither a bathroom with hot tufts of steam, nor one of the three sacred treasures, the washing machine. No way we had em. The only place to procure sanitary water in this dungeon would be, thatâs right, the fountain in a Fairy Square.[3]
It was neither a bathtub, nor a shower, but should be described as a natural pool.
ââŠ!â
From behind, the splashing sounds of water hit my ears. Futaba-san is, right now, right behind me, gratuitously exposing that plump body of hers.
I think, most of the guys from class would be like, That fatty naked? yea, NOPE; blergh, someone get be a bucket and raise their jeers butâ Fuh, foolish plebeians. In the end, man cannot resist his desire. The desire, to see boobs that is.
But right now, the hero inside me, with a saintly spirit, heâs sealing away those wicked desires. To feast his eyes on Futaba-sanâs that, that super-sized bust you canât find even in big titkyonyuu pornosAV, heâs sealing that desire.
âTh-this is⊠perhaps my greatest trial yetâŠâ
And for a brief period, like a middleschool boy in front of a sealed porn magazine in a convenience store, I tasted heart-wrenching pain and anguish.[4]
âMomokawa-kun⊠I, Iâm done nowâ
With Futaba-sanâs voice, my ordeal finally ends. In reality, it probably hasnât been that long at all, but an acute feeling of exhaustion drones over my body.
\nMyself being a man, having my upper half naked was not shameful. Well, exposing such a twiggish figure could be considered embarrassing in another sense, but it wasnât like I was a woman and would naturally form a handbra in this situation. I am often mistaken as a woman, but inside itâs all raw, unadulterated man. A young man in highschool surging in pheromones.
âY-yeaâŠâ
Nevertheless, if Futaba-san stares at my upper body with that much of a feverish gaze, even Iâll get embarrassed.
Fuh, Mâlady, does a manâs body pique your curiosity? or some other line from a hardboiled dude wont be coming out of my mouth.
âFutaba-san, is there, uhm, something on me?â
Saying something like âIs there something on my face?â just made it even more awkward. The hell do you mean something on you! I thought, but then realized that under such an incomprehensible fixed stare of a girl, I canât help but ask it like that.
âAh! So-sorry⊠Uhm, the scar on your neck, isnât, gone yet, I thoughtâŠâ
âEh, Ahh, you mean thisâ
O-oh man, just a bit more and, Can it be, Futaba-san, she has fallen prey to my physique? Iâd have misunderstood. I thought there was no way, but yup, thereâs no way.
âWell itâs not like it hurts anymore, itâll heal up one of these days, so donât worry about itâ
This wound on my neck is from the time the rampaging Futaba-san bit onto me. She says she remembers what happened, and itâs about this gentle girl, so it isnât hard to imagine sheâs terribly concerned about me, an ally, being injured.
With Pain Return, she got the same wound on herself, but thanks to Blessed Body itâs been healed only on her end, is probably also making it awkward.
âIâm truly, sorry⊠There definitely, wonât be a next timeâ
Finally, with a slightly clouded face, Futaba-san took my shirt and headed towards the fountain. She had no more words for me. No more words, for this gym pants only, undie-less me.
Ah, sheâs doing all the laundry meaning, under those gym clothes, Futaba-sanâs also, got nothing on!
âSigh⊠on to the medsâ
Dispelling the devil, for now , I went back to medication manufacture.