The Tutorial Is Too Hard

In the tent, the little fox sleeping in the sleeping bag opened his eyes because it was past lunch time.

As I was sharpening the water towel on my forehead, I opened my eyes to the little fox.

He grunts, screaming, and digs deep into his sleeping bag and hides.

Lifting up the sleeping bag entrance and looking inside, he was shivering rather than rounding.

This is also a subtle wound.

You don't have to be so scared.

He had his face buried on the other side of the sleeping bag entrance, his hands together, blindfolded.

What are you doing?

I can't see you, not that I can't see you.

In a moment, I could hear him crouching.

“You'll be angry with me.... ”

... Why would I be mad at you?

“I might hit you... …. ”

Well, that definitely hurts.

The fox boy talks for a long time in his sleeping bag.

After listening to the sound for a few minutes, I felt a little disappointed and turned to confusion.

His muttering was not what he said to me.

It was repeating itself.

You can't trust anyone else because it's dangerous.

The one who watched for a day yesterday was a frightened circular.

Basically mild and altruistic.

Thinking about the scars on the body while washing my body and personality, I felt like I had been deceived or abused by someone before.

I put my hand on his head on his sleeping bag.

“Don't worry, I won't hit you. It doesn't hurt you. ”

After a brief silence, you hear a murmur again.

“Lies……. ”

“I'm not lying. ”

I wanted to say something trustworthy to this child, but it was too much to say around me.

I shrugged and just waited outside the tent.

Let's warm it up again.

The smell of food might help.

About half an hour later, you see the fox boy squeezing his head out of the tent.

I was still trembling, but not terrified.

He was drooling, snoring.

He's starving like that.

“Come this way. ”

When I asked him to come closer, he hesitated for a moment, then slowly and decisively approached.

He was still scared, but he was a good listener.

Now that the food is ready, I told him to sit down and eat.

But he hasn't fully alerted himself yet.

“You can't eat it. There might be poison... ”

“Nothing, you son of a bitch. ”

At that moment, I felt a little flustered.

The bitter ones are the bitter ones. Getting pissed is getting pissed.

I've been working so hard on it.

It was because of the annoyance in my voice that I could see the boy was stunned.

My eyes are filled with tears.

Did I do something wrong? Was I wrong?

Damn it.

I picked up a bowl of dead meat and ate a big mouthful of it.

“Here, see? No poison. Come here, you have to eat. ”

Let's take him to the mouth with a spoon of death. He frowned and backed off.

What the hell.

He reached out and grabbed his back and sat down in front of me.

I held the prowler between my knees and died again.

He put the dead spoon in his mouth, but he didn't open his mouth.

“Slurp. Ah, do it. ”

He opened his mouth right away.

I ate it once, and then I started eating right away.

Where did he go that he didn't want to eat, and from the middle of it, he burst into nostrils and ate his death.

Attitude change is quite rapid.

I remember feeding my nephew when he was a kid.

I fed the meat and soup, carved the fruit with dessert, and asked him.

“Do you want more? ”

He shook his head.

Fortunately, I no longer saw him afraid of me.

My face was wide open.

I looked at his forehead. There was still a fever.

“Get in the tent and sleep some more. I'm gonna clean this up. ”

I gathered empty dishes and started the dishes.

He didn't enter the tent like I said.

He didn't want to run away, he just sat there and watched me.

I was going to force him to lie down, but I let him.

Then I quickly began to doze off.

I picked him up and put him in a sleeping bag in the tent.

I wiped my sweat once more and came out of the tent.

Every time I wipe my sweat, I keep worrying about her scars.

Starting with the arms and legs, the scars that climb up the body to the neck.

It is not a scratch on an animal's claw or back.

Flaps, bruises from whips, burns from hot metals.

What happened to that little boy who looked five to eight years old when he hit him with a human? Did he get scars like that?

I felt a disconnection when I sat quietly with my ungrateful tongue and ate death, and last night, I removed the leaves from my face and cleaned up around the campfire.

If someone deceives and bullies a child who believed in others well, won't there be such a defense mechanism?

It was noisy inside.

Finished the dishes and sat in front of the campfire.

The 18th floor's clear objective was to get him out of the woods.

He may be scared of me yet, but he's not trying to run away.

Lie down and sleep as you lie down. Feed and eat.

I don't think it will be very difficult to carry him around.

But until today, I think it's best to let them rest here.

We can leave tomorrow.

The question is whether he knows the way out of the forest.

If you don't know, you'll just have to walk until the forest ends in one direction.

I was thinking about throwing the branches into the campfire, and I felt a lot of movement around me.

Ugh...

Ugh...

Queek…….

It was a kind of spirit that appeared with a rattling sound.

In other words, it's a ghost.

Three numbers in total.

It's been a long time since a spirit appeared as an enemy.

I saw it once on the 10th floor, but it wasn't a big threat because it could do damage with a magical sword.

The 10th floor was a stage trying to scare the challenger, but it wasn't that scary.

I did it again.

Basically a hollow, transparent human figure, covered in blood and guts, and turning eyes upside down.

His fingers twist, and his mouth is wide open, showing only dull tongue and dark darkness.

It looks amazing, but it's weak.

I turned the celestial unit into a javelin and stabbed the spirit.

The spirit scatters as it sighs.

These guys aren't dangerous, but they take a long time to get rid of them.

I spilled a little more magic to complete the error on the spear blade.

I stabbed the spirit while it was still there.

Queeeek!

The spirit scatters quickly, screaming, not moaning.

Hmm... I'm starting to get the feeling, but even the blade itself is quite deceptive.

Refine a person's magic and place it in a weapon or body with will.

It was a simple technique, but the result is more than just a large amount of magical power.

There was a reason why the 16-story knight who taught me this technique was in a panic when he saw me using error.

One way or another, I was able to quickly extinguish a single spirit.

There are still two more spirits left, but I don't feel any threat.

I decided to try out a new skill.

[Soul Collection]

[There are no souls to collect.]

Oh, come on.

Using a skill, a message appeared.

You see the message even if you fail to use it.

Good. This will make it easier to get used to skills.

This time, I tried stabbing demons with a spear surrounded by error.

[Soul Collection]

[There are no souls to collect.]

Not even this.

I'd like you to tell me why not.

You swing your spear at the last remaining one.

This time, I used soul collecting as soon as the spirit hit the error faded.

[Soul Collection]

[Soul collected.]

[Collected Souls: 1]

It worked this time.

Looks like we'll have to use it as soon as we kill it.

After that, the spirits appeared in groups once or twice an hour.

Every time I appeared, the numbers increased a little, but it was a meaningless difference for me.

The battle with the spirits was not fun, but it was fun to collect one soul at a time.

He also tried to control the spirits he collected in the middle.

But I couldn't figure out how to control the spirits.

Skill descriptions clearly show that you can use the souls you collected.

There was such a thing in Kirikiri's notes.

I'll keep trying as long as I can, but if I don't feel right, I'll have to ask Kirikiri again later for advice.

* * *

[Collected Souls: 17]

It was night after night, I kept trying to figure out how to kill spirits and collect souls and control them.

I was thinking of going inside the tent, but I decided to just sit by the campfire and spend some time.

You'd better be outside if you want to stop the undead from attacking you irregularly.

I don't think I'll be able to sleep from today.

I don't sleep well outside the stage anyway.

You close your eyes by throwing a few more branches into the campfire.

Closing your eyes and resting your eyes are also a good way to relax, even if you don't sleep.

A frightened child is sleeping nearby, so he can't do any harm to himself, so he just closes his eyes and rests.

I was resting like that, but I noticed some wiggling movements in the tent.

The fox boy looks out of the tent, watches me sitting by the campfire, and soon comes out of the tent.

And I just walked away.

Are we running away?

You can find it quickly using tracking and sensing skills even if you are far away, but letting it go was not a good choice.

I opened my eyes to get up from my seat, but when I saw him stop nearby, I closed my eyes again.

Looks like we had some urgent business.

He spent about 10 minutes crouching on the ground nearby.

The kid's already constipated.

The man who got up from his seat walked towards me, whether he had finished his work or not.

It was a quick and short walk, with a unique diagram.

I couldn't help but feel it approaching me.

... Did you take a shit and wipe your hands?

I was wondering if I should seriously open my eyes, or if I should keep my eyes closed and pretend to fall asleep.

The man who stopped in front of me twitched his hand for a moment, placed something over my head and turned around and went back to the tent.

I watched him crawl into the sleeping bag in the tent and opened my eyes.

Then I took a look at what was overhead and checked it.

It was a ring made of white wildflowers.

Oh... I felt a tingling feeling.

He didn't come out for business this morning.I think he wanted to make me a gift.

I put a flower ring on my finger with a bloody smile.

It was a fragile ring that seemed to break just a little, but it had a warming effect.

* * *

The next morning, I was able to get to know the fox boy a little better.

Whether it was because of the food I gave him yesterday and the flower ring on my finger, he was wandering around me preparing a meal with his guard down.

“Now, there was no poison this time, right? ”

After breakfast, I asked.

He nodded.

I meant it as a joke, but I don't laugh.

“How was it? ”

“It was delicious……. ”

It's still blurry when we talk.

Is there any anxiety left?

“Can I ask you a question? ”

A sudden request for questions.

“Of course. It's okay. I wonder what.”

“Th-thank you... ”

I didn't immediately understand what he was saying.

Oh, my God, I asked myself if I could thank you. It's dramatic.

I nodded.

“Thank you……. ”

“You're welcome.”

I stroked his back head and replied.

Seeing that I haven't heard his name yet, I asked him his name.

“Heave-ho.”

“Heave-ho?”

“My name is... ”

A embarrassing naming sensation.

Kind of like a Kirikiri.

It could be the same Demibeast.

It seems that the Demibeasts have a tradition of naming themselves unusually.

“That's a cute name. ”

There were no other compliments that came to mind.

He said, pouting his lips, whether he didn't like the idea that the name was cute or whether he read the expression on my face.

“My name means salvation.... ”

I was silent for a moment when I heard that the name "save" was implied in the name, which only thought of as a strange name.

Are you serious?

“Are you serious?”

“Yes... ”

Maybe this has a sparkling meaning hidden in the name of Kirikiri.

I'll ask you later.

“My name is Hojae. Lee Ho-jae.”

“Ho, Woo Jae Ae? ”

Why are the Demibeasts saying my name like that?

“Yes, Lee Ho-jae. ”

“… Joe, good name, Pussy, name… ugh, name……. ”

For the first time, I smiled.

Weeping also stood together.

He covered his mouth with his hands and tried to endure the laughter, but the laughter kept leaking out from between his lips.

Later, I couldn't help but wonder when I saw him pinching his legs to tears in order to endure the smile.

Is that funny, my name?

Damn it.