My Parasite Skill System - Chapter 120
It was very simple; the old human didn’t swear at much of anything.
He liked and called it politeness.
Which brings us to my point, this old man–he didn’t swear at all. Or maybe he did, but rarely.
Take the horrors, atrocities, and monstrosities of what I liked to refer to as playing funnily, for example.
Well, to all that, he did curse a lot. ‘This is deplorable, this is deplorable,’ and went on swearing at the living beings.
And this old man’s reflective mind would suffice as a good illustration to that part of the whole war thingy.
On the other side of this Very Many Grasses field; there was this rather beautiful and easygoing place.
My old companion wouldn’t simply curse at this place. And that was a good way of illustrating what this side of the conflict was like.
He wouldn’t curse … or maybe he would, but for other reasons.
In any case, he wouldn’t for most of it.
People don’t seem too much afflicted, distressed or grieved by the fighting and conflict.
And it feels more likeable to me. I can just be casual down this place. It’s very more pleasant for the eyes to see, at that.
In short, using my own words to illustrate that painting, I’d go saying that when the other side of the painting, down the orcs’ side, is very gray and colorless; while this one seems pretty colorful and lively to me.
Maybe that’s what it is to be the winner, hm. And maybe that also just is the contrast and change between winning and losing.
Losing is about death. Winning is about life. And that just about describes this side of the conflict very well.
Here is fun.
And I understand them too much well. Isn’t it all about playing the game the right way and having fun?? It surely must be this way, heh.
Of all the soldiers present on the battlefield, the majority of them must be forming the wall I just passed right now.
Because, as the world behind the wall opens itself to me, they who were so numerous and present during the fight aren’t quite so numerous here.
Aside from this one soldier and that one over there, I can barely spot any other … oh, yes, there’s that one hurrying himself to the wall behind me.
And he just passed next to me, “Commander, sir!”
He was holding onto some paper or something. One sheet went to the front. Instructions, maybe, hm?
Whatever.
Soldiers are scarce here.
Adventurers, on the other hand, they can only be thriving here … right?
Without the dull soldiers’ presence, all equipped the same way (very boring, if you want my opinion) and behaving just like one another; adventurers abounded here.
They’re all so different from one another. Or rather, they can be so very different.
Maybe they’re about the liveliness of this place. Without them, I mean, it’d be pretty boring, I think.
This sight confirmed to me then again that my theory’s all right and true: adventurers are cool~.
What are they doing over here? Some sort of facility to heal their wounded and treat them with due care?
Yes, that must be it.
A very beautiful and refined (even though looking-like having been laid out kind of hurriedly) four-walled white medical house … with this fancy sign on top of their walls … that which I’ve seen somewhere before … on the breastplate of the paladin from back then!
Yes!
And he healed people too!
Most entertaining, all this is. It must be all the healers teaming together that brought about this! Ingenious! They heal people–that’s why they win!
There’s so-o-o, so, so, so much for me to discover here, I’m sure–what is that, too, for example?
I was so hyped.
This is … well, there are armors and weapons and people gathering around that little … stocky and dumpy creature, going–clang! clang! clang!–with his as thick as himself beautiful hammer.
And they’re laughing!… are they laughing at him?… they can’t possibly, right?… it’d be rather mean… why even mean though?… well, simply because they seem to be laughing at the stocky creature, right?… then, does that mean they’re all a bunch of meanies over there?… no, but he himself laughs with them!
Narrowing my eyes at them and concentrating with [Mana Perception] hoping I’d find out … simply whatever about them–suddenly my thoughts were cut short.
Maybe they’re laughing about … that joke about the two goblin brothers?… I don’t … know?–”Here we are now, kid!”
But no can do.
There were other plans for me, it seems
Here we are, she says. Or rather, she shouts!
Silently pacing after having gone through the soldiers’ wall, the girl I was with right now walked additional steps.
Maybe she liked counting her steps, too, just like me.
Or maybe she just wanted to get us both away from the soldiers and the big people’s business.
I didn’t know, and either way, it was all the same.
She’d walked, and my hand followed her. She was tightly gripping on it and wouldn’t let go of it.
Following my hand in its affair, just naturally, the whole of my body followed too.
Her hand felt comfy, so I didn’t have a reason to cast it away.
That, and I was probably simply too busy marveling at the things of the adventurers’ side.
Very different from the orcs.
But now–”Yes, yes. Here we are, kid!”
Her beautiful legs abruptly stopped her parade again, “Now I can release that little hand of yours,”
She’d rapidly turned to me and slightly crouched down to me, “you can take it back, here” and she simply handed over my hand to myself.
And here we were.
“But … it was mine in the first place, this hand. You don’t have to do that…” I simply muttered inaudibly to myself in response.
After she’d handed back my hand over to me, still half-crouched before me; she placed her hands on my shoulders.
She sure was casual with me, I thought.
It wasn’t a problem for me, though.
Gauging my reaction, I didn’t express any feeling of rejection whatsoever towards her casualness, her pressed lips unpressed themselves at once, she began talking–I cut her off,
“What is it that you, big people, want with me, bab–” should I even call her Babe and simply Babe? I paused at that.
“Listen up, kid,” squinting her eyes, “you … yes, you don’t look like you understand, do you?”
“No.”
“Sigh … well, first off, know that if it weren’t for the help you’d given us–me and my friends–back there with that enormous orc, well, I wouldn’t even have helped you out just there.”
“No … thank you … but what?”
“The signal, the signal,” still staring at me, her soft hands squeezing my shoulders gently, she paused the squeezing and jabbed her index finger at the sky; this brought my eyes up. “Didn’t you see it, the signal?”
“No … what about the signal, bab–human female?”
“And–and that’s another thing, by the way!…” undergoing a deep, funny frown all of a sudden, “what is it with the way you even address people, eh?” but wasn’t really angry at anything.
“You think I didn’t hear you calling me babe back there, yes? How very rude, kid.”