Among Monsters (Tensura)

Chapter 33: The Birth of Aeolus

Two Weeks Later – Kingdom of Falmuth

The room was dim, lit only by a few flickering torches. A circle of robed figures surrounded a central trio, their faces obscured by dark hoods, except for the three individuals in the middle. These three did not wear the same ceremonial attire. They were far too distinct, standing out among the shadowed crowd.

"So, what you're telling me is that we can't go back to our world?" said one of the three, a young man with black hair and sharp blue eyes. His voice carried frustration and disbelief, as if he couldn't yet accept the reality of their situation.

"Calm down," said a young woman, her voice soft but firm, attempting to settle the tension. Her expression was calm, though the tightness of her jaw hinted at the seriousness of their predicament.

The third person, a middle-aged man with brown hair, stood silently between them. His demeanor was composed, even in the face of the difficult situation. He was the most collected of the group, his calmness an anchor to the chaotic emotions around him.

The three were otherworlders, summoned by the robed figures to this unfamiliar realm, though none of them had been told how or why they had arrived.

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Two Days Later – Castle Training Yard

In the kingdom's training yard, the three otherworlders sparred with Falmuth's knights, learning the basics of swordsmanship. The clang of steel against steel filled the air as the knights demonstrated techniques to the newcomers.

"Come on now, Keiji," one of the knights called out, his blade clashing with Keiji's. "Even if you don't have a unique skill meant for battle, you still need to know how to protect yourself!"

"I know, I know," Keiji muttered, the words barely escaping his lips as he blocked another strike. His face contorted in frustration. 'This is so annoying... I didn't ask for this,' he thought, the reality of being thrust into this strange world weighing heavily on him.

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Meanwhile, in Dwargon

James stood before the quest board in the Adventurers' Guild, scrutinizing the options available for C-rank adventurers. He had recently been promoted, and his newfound rank allowed him to consider higher-level quests. His eyes skimmed over various requests, but one caught his attention.

"Aye, James!" A voice called out, drawing him from his thoughts. James turned to see the guild clerk waving him over. "Looking for a good quest? I've got a big one for you. It's an escort mission for a merchant caravan. They're hiring ten C-rank adventurers to join a caravan of fifteen carriages. The pay's good."

James approached the desk, intrigued. "When does the caravan leave, and how many people are going?"

The clerk flipped through the papers before responding. "It leaves tomorrow morning. There'll be ten C-rank adventurers, thirty personal guards—total of forty people."

James read the details of the quest:

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Quest Name: Safe Passage for the Merchant Caravan

Quest Giver: Merchant Guild

Objective: Safely escort a merchant caravan through dangerous areas filled with monsters and bandits.

Mission Details:

The caravan consists of fifteen carriages filled with valuable goods: silk, spices, rare herbs, and magical items.

The route takes them through areas known for frequent monster attacks and bandit ambushes.

The journey spans one month, from Dwargon to Falmuth, passing through bandit hideouts, the Forest of Shadows, and the Swamp of Despair.

Pay: 150 Dwargon Silver coins per adventurer.

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James nodded. "Alright, I'll join."

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Later That Night – Sovereign's Sanctuary

James stood in the center of the Sovereign's amphitheater, surrounded by the soft hum of ambient magicules. Before him lay a spherical magisteel core, crafted by the dwarven blacksmiths. It was smooth and flawless, yet still in its raw form, awaiting the infusion of magic that would transform it.

He took a steadying breath, his mind focusing. His Sovereign's Sanctuary pulsed around him, a constant energy that resonated with the magicules in the air. It was time.

James extended his hands toward the core, focusing his mind on the magic circle he had spent hours perfecting. Slowly, runes materialized above the core, floating like threads of light. The core shimmered as the magicules began to settle within it, drawn by James's intent.

The core absorbed the magic in delicate pulses, its surface glowing faintly as it stabilized. James watched, ensuring the process was controlled. The core was balanced—neither too full nor too empty—and ready for the next stage.

After a few moments, he stepped back, satisfied. The core now pulsed with a gentle inner light, signaling the infusion of magic.

A cold, robotic voice rang in his mind:

[Acknowledged: James Tanaka has acquired the Common Skill 'Core Creation'.]

James blinked. 'A common skill... Core Creation, huh. Makes sense... I'll test it when I make my second monster core after the escort quest.' He then smiled. "Now, time to create my permanent monster."

With a wave of his hand, magic surged from his body, filling the air. The crackling energy took shape as James focused all his intent on the creature he wanted to create.

The first signs of the beast took form—a faint outline, ethereal and massive. Slowly, it solidified, fur weaving itself into existence. A coat of silver-white fur covered its body as muscles rippled beneath its form. Electricity arced across the creature's body, sparking through its thick fur.

Its head emerged next, sharp features taking shape, a regal yet fierce expression. Two glowing blue eyes opened, intense and full of intelligence.

The creature let out a howl—a deep, resonating sound that reverberated through the plains of James's sanctuary, shaking the ground.

James's eyes widened. It was perfect. The creature before him was a Fenrir, a beast of legend—a true embodiment of power and majesty. The exact form he had envisioned.

Fel, the Fenrir, stood towering over James, exuding both wild strength and grace.

"You're the one who created me?" Fel asked, his voice deep and resonant.

"Yes," James replied. "I created you to be my companion as I make my name in this world."

"I see," Fel responded with understanding. His intense gaze softened slightly, but it was clear that he understood his purpose.

James couldn't help but think about how strong Fel would be in this world. 'Fel is extremely powerful in his original world, but how strong will he be here in the Tensura world?' James thought, eyes narrowing in curiosity.

Fel's abilities, already formidable, included elemental control over wind, fire, and water, making him a versatile and fearsome ally. James could already sense the immense power radiating from him.

"Well, let's see how far we can go together," James said, feeling the weight of what they were about to accomplish.

'I remember that in the Tondemo Skill de Isekai Hourou Meshi anime he is the descendant of the wind goddess.....that would mean he has divinity and should be as strong as a divine wolf'

"I'll name you since I can't call you fenrir all the time" said james

James takes a 30 minute break to restore his magicules since creating fel took almost all of his magicules.

This also gave time to figure out a name for him. James not wanting to die from magicule exhaustion by trying to name the fenrir, he uses the spells he created for when creating the giant spell circle to attract ambient magicules to his Sovereign's Sanctuary. And uses it to attract the already ambient magicules in the sanctuary to all of them be in the amphitheater so if his own magicules ran out due to the naming process he can absorb those so he won't die while also making the Naming process affective.

After doing that James prepared to name the fenrir.

"I'll give you the name 'Aeolus'

End of chap.