My Parasite Skill System - Chapter 173
In the end, I could join their team:
Ring!
❮Leader has requested you to join Leader’s Party (5 members)❯
❮The Player has received an invitation to a Party.❯
❮Invitation to a party: Accept / Decline❯
Being surprised at how versatile my System continued to be, I obviously accepted.
❮The Player has joined Leader’s Party.❯
❮Members of the party: Leader (knight) – level 15. / Slug (warrior) – level 16. / Sorceress (sorceress) – level 13. / Bumped (renegade) – level 15. / Clumsy (holy mage) – level 17.❯
Woah.
Along with this tab, many others popped up, all lying in the air, floating for my eyes to see.
❮The experience received will be shared.❯
Yes, I officially was with them: now, they were six–
–”But of course, we aren’t six, little man!” I suddenly was told off. “From what you say, I gather you must’ve lost your adventurer’s license, haven’t you, yes??? This is bad, very bad–but I knew something like this could happen, though.
“Back during the battle of Ladafar, you really messed up with the authorities, you know. And you’re actually lucky, little man. Yes, very lucky. It could’ve gone farther than that; you only were taken your license, it could’ve been worse, very worse.”
“Yes … absolutely, big sister.”
“Now, you will just do as has been indicated to you … clear enough, kid?”
“Yes, ma’am. I will do that, ma’am.”
“Very well, yes. Receiving such high and priceless education isn’t for everyone anyway, it will serve to you as a punishment but above all else, it will serve to you as an opportunity: the Institution is good for you.”
“Yes, it is.”
“And now, though you may have been allowed to come with us to do today’s hunt; be aware you won’t fight at all.”
“… y–yes, big sister.”
“That’s very well said again, little man!” she continued, frantically and clumsily patting my head, disheveling it all. “You may be, like, very strong (that’s actually part of why our leader has granted yourself your request) but you must know you will only be observing from the sidelines–just like the healer me!–and not fight at all, understood.”
“I … painfully and unwillingly understand.”
“Pfft. So much of your drama, hey. But I’m being serious, little man. You can observe us so that you learn from practice, but that’s as far as it shall go.”
And that’s how it was to them. The story they believed to be the truth and the story they understood.
I struggled to make up that story out of the blue when they surprised me, asking so many questions about the why of the state of things. Stuttering and stammering like mad, eventually, there was one story at the end of this all.
Somehow, it’d come to this:
I’d lost my right to be an adventurer. Clumsy Babe had to relate to the rest of their group the way I’d gotten myself into big, enormous, gigantic troubles back on the Playground.
Everyone shook their head at me. Clumsy understood why they did so, she shook her head, too. Only Bumped was laughing both at and with me listening to that anecdote of hers.
In spite of his comrades’ calls, he encouraged me to stay this funny and fearless forever. I kind of liked that human after hearing that. He was funny himself, too.
My former (and inexistent) party somehow got to hear of my doing all this messing around with the soldiers back then and decided to make me grow a bit: my adventurer’s license was suspended.
Attending that magic school was supposed to be a punishment for me. And I should wait to pass this school in order to obtain an adventurer’s license again and go back with them to our grand fights.
I still wanted to go out, though, and as such, they accepted to take me out.
Although now, there would be no instances of me breaking the laws again, and thus, ever!
What a pain, I thought. At least I can go out, though. This isn’t so bad compared to what I’ve been doing for the past two weeks, hm. Cheer up, myself. You’re good, you’re good.
–And that should be about the fun I’d so much wanted to get myself. In the end, it was all about surviving, and that’s what I’d be doing there on the fields.
Surviving would soon begin, now.
And surviving implied fighting.
And fighting implied funnying.
Yes, funnying. There was nothing to fear, they told me, not that I would be fearing much of goblins. But still, I called it surviving and funnying.
Right now, I and these humans are funnying. That’s correct. That’s what we do.
The forest at more than three hours away on foot from the capital. And as we walked more than three hours already, we were inside of it.
Trees weren’t so high compared to the last forest I’d been in, but they still were trees nonetheless. Green and bushy. With them came along bushes, flowers, rocks, waters, flora, and fauna.
We could be expecting our guests (or maybe were we the guests?) anytime, now.
The chattering of all the team was brought down to silence by Leader, and we plunged into my little humans’ scariness at once.
With Leader keeping our front, having both readied his sword and shield for the upcoming foes.
And everyone else did the same with their own weapons and gears.
With Leader at the front, there was Slug. The tank marched meekly but surprisingly confidently. And with his very long and sturdy sword, he had his round eyes thrown at the bushy distances, he pressed his lips in silence.
Bumped was cool while following behind his companions. His outfit was the coolest, his sword was the coolest, and his class the coolest, too.
Behind him was Sorceress, Clumsy, and me. The sorceress had her staff and was ready to support from the rear anytime, too. Clumsy had readied herself as well. And me, I followed them all, too.
It was a shame I wouldn’t be part of this, but only observing would be cool enough, I think.
They didn’t even want nor need my support; they could handle the goblins and stuff.
I still readied myself, though.
(Like I would even let go of all that funnying around without getting my share, heh, heh, heh.)