My Parasite Skill System - Chapter 100
I had just dealt with the two orcs of just now–and now, it’d just been the human soldier’s turn.
He got to face the skillful yielding of my sword by myself.
Turning to him and swinging my sword at him, the tip of my shortsword, grandly doubled by the mana of my skill, could easily get in touch with the human’s throat, in between his helmet and breastplate.
And then, just as I’ve just mentioned, he was to be dealt with.
Lifelessly, he fell down to the ground, still accompanied by the clattering sounds of his whole gear as he died.
Thud.
❮Quest: 11/30 enemies dealt with.❯
And no enemy remained for me to fight.
“Huff, huff…”
My breathing wasn’t so ragged. I could continue moving around again.
And, hastening themselves the way they did, my feet had thought of going on the move again without a pause–I called them back to order.
And I just paused, looking around.
I wanted to take my time, and … let’s say ‘appreciate’ this, even though it wasn’t quite appreciation I was feeling right now.
I still felt the urge to do so, anyway.
And so I’d just do.
With wandering and undecided eyes, I haphazardly, if not even with a touch of aimlessness, peered over one of my shoulders.
It was more precisely just next to my right.
The same sort of fight I’d just undergone, (or maybe not the same fight at all), was taking place, too.
There were three orcs up against five humans.
Humans surrounded and circled around, playing cautiously. Orcs attacked and assaulted, playing … desperately.
When wandering eyes weren’t referred to as ‘wandering’ for no reason, my eyes didn’t stay put.
Moving on to my left, with the same bit of aimlessness, my eyes were drawn onto something most war-like, too.
It was just about next to me, too.
There was one female orc down to the ground–females were quite a few many in the orcs’ side when compared to the humans’ side–about lying on her back, two humans, adventurers, this time about, on both her side, stabbing her with one sword and one ax; supported by another human female behind them, applying whatever healing skills she could to her friends, most likely out of cautiousness.
And my wandering eyes? They didn’t stay put yet.
They weren’t so much aimless this time, but rather just naturally came about visiting my front.
In front of me, humans were gathering. A good demi-dozen or so. They looked at me abashed. As they stood in front of me, I just was doing the same.
What was getting them this abashed and ponderous? I didn’t know, though I was full of blood, maybe that was reason enough for them to be this confused when they actually looked at such a tiny, childlike, naive figure.
Or maybe it wasn’t reason enough, and they were being puzzled by something entirely different … ’cause then again, I just am an adventurer like another, right?
Well, no use pondering about that.
Let’s rather see their swords.
Their swords were just hanging down their hips. With the tips of these very swords about swinging around their legs.
They looked menacing to me.
But my shortsword was just the same.
Or maybe it wasn’t: when I let it go completely loose, still gripping its handle with my fingers and palm, it reached down to the earth and grass below my feet and was stuck upon them, without naturally swinging or anything.
And, in all the ruckus going down there, I did somehow manage to feel kind of a bit down about it: I wasn’t tall enough to have my sword swinging besides my legs as I simply held it.
And … thinking about it, maybe I’d just require a dagger–something even shorter than that shortsword–in order to have the luxury of doing this.
My eyes grew wider. I gave a start with my head.
Snapping out of my nonsense, I realized they were still standing in front of me, the human soldiers.
For a few seconds, both I and they didn’t move. They all just looked at me with their head tilted to the side and completely full eyes for the better part of them.
They had to ready themselves for what had to come.
And I had to ready myself for about the same reason.
My too-long shortsword went up, and still huffing, was facing the menacing group alongside me, who was its wielder.
As I did that, they followed.
The humans group’s swords and other weapons, spears and axes, did the same as mine.
They lifted themselves up and scanned both me and my sword over.
–A cry ranged out!
A mixture of rage and sorrow. Just beside me.
I didn’t move my head to see. But I gathered it must’ve been the weak female orc I had just seen next to me, being finished off by her two strong adventurers.
Neither of the groups reacted, though.
I didn’t pay any attention to it. And nor did they.
I readied myself. And they did the same.
I huffed. And they did the same.
For a moment, everything seemed to be soundless.
I started rushing towards them…!
And they didn’t do the same.
Though they still rushed towards me.
A collision was about to occur, and I readied myself even more with my sword–but their group just parted into two distinct parts.
My feet stopped their hurried course. They just me like, “Heh…”
Just before they would bump and flip me over or simply be mowed down by my sword as they rushed towards me–both me and they were left unwounded.
They were the hurrying river when I was the idling rock.
The water of the river didn’t blow the rock away. Nor did the rock put up a fight against the water as it flew.
Their group just passed by me–and simply did that.
Still huffing, a thick drop of sweat forming on my forehead, with many others, actually.
I just observed that fact: they wouldn’t touch me.
And I was still about wielding my shortsword, preparing myself to face the group that wouldn’t face me.
That particular thick drop of sweat had finished forming at once.
And now, as gently as it could go, it was rolling down the nose on my face that still breathed vigorously.
And following this thick drop of sweat, rolling down my nose, my sword rolled down my right leg, too.
As gently as it could, just like the drop of sweat.
Very quickly, the tip of itself came whacking onto the earth, as my arm went loose.
I entered the same funny state I’d entered before facing them, and just about stood there, not completely aimlessly, but still kind of aimlessly.
After their group, many others came and passed by me.
With all their clanking gears, most of them were soldiers.
They were just like the other soldiers. Similar in many ways. Dressed up the same, and whatnot.
The only difference between them was that they didn’t quite stop by me as they went to the frontline.
I was just ignored, there was no time to spend for me.
And their similarity was that these groups were all headed to the frontline.
That was to say, behind my back, as I stood still.
There, previously, was the frontline.
But the frontline … it could be moving around.
And so, it’d been pushed farther behind.
I should go there too, now.