I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

26 – Training (4)

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In the silence of the forest, only the belated sound of birds flying far away echoed.

White smoke rose from the charred ground.

Watching the scene, I stood up slowly, silently shaking the soil off my buttocks.

“ash. Are you okay?”

“…Ah yes. however…”

I stared blankly down the rabbit hole I had burst into.

First of all, from the conclusion, I can say that my first hunt was half success and half failure.

Did you succeed in killing the rabbit?

Yes. My fireball that dug into the rabbit hole or not, the magic cut off the rabbit’s breath neatly.

Can you eat a hunted rabbit?

no. The rabbit disappeared without a trace, leaving only ashes.

As I tried to dig through the charred tunnel with a tree branch, I laughed out loud.

It was absurd, but it seemed that Sylvia-san was the same.

“First of all… well, the power is usable.”

“… heh heh, then… I will.”

Silvia, who had been silent for a long time, found something to praise with great difficulty.

Her efforts were imaginary, so I had to awkwardly agree.

Well, that wasn’t a mistake.

The magic I just used showed a significantly different power than a normal fireball.

In order to cause an explosion of this scale, from the time of making the fire, it was called a size that was difficult to control with one hand, or it was necessary to use an explosion magic other than a fireball at all.

The image of that flaming four-legged beast.

Is it just a magical failure? Or is it a new magic created by chance?

First of all, it was certain that the magic I used was not a fireball.

I asked Silvia-san to find out about this magic.

“Sylvia-san, I want to check something…”

“You can do whatever you like.”

Before I could finish my words, Mr. Sylvia nodded.

“Anyway, the sound of the explosion just made all the animals nearby run away.”

“…sorry.”

“Never mind, we already caught the deer. While I’m talking, I’ll bring a deer, so you use magic a few more times.”

“Uh, are you going to leave me alone…?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,”

She tapped me on the head once and in an instant ran off and disappeared among the trees.

When the surroundings suddenly become quiet, it was fine until a moment ago, but it starts to be subtly scary again.

If you make a loud noise, wild animals will run away.

Judging that, I tried to reproduce the magic I just used once again.

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Sylvia quickly arrived at the place where the deer she had shot had fallen.

A dead deer, bleeding from an arrow that had pierced the heart precisely, came into her eyes.

“I was here.”

Sylvia contemplated whether to take the skin off now or take it to the cabin and then take it off.

If you want to save the hide, you have to take it off now, but if you’re not going back right away, it’s better not to take it off now.

Are you saving meat or skin?

Sylvia pondered briefly.

It wouldn’t matter if there were more prey, but Sylvia had a hunch that today’s hunt was already over.

I was going to have Ash practice magic hunting, but the explosion just now made all the animals around him run away.

If you’re not chasing game all day, this deer is the result of the day.

“Ha, oh… Teaching is difficult.”

Yesterday’s training, today’s hunting, and so on.

When I started, nothing went the way I thought.

To be honest, he was saying this and that as if he were proud, but Sylvia was very embarrassed.

Yesterday I thought that I would never succeed, but really Ash never succeeded.

Today, I was following, but I thought that I couldn’t hunt, but it really wasn’t a situation to hunt.

The water bottle at her waist slid in vain.

Sylvia sighed and sighed.

“…Hmm, because there’s nothing I need to make right now.”

If it was leather, there was still half a bear skin left.

Of course, it wouldn’t be very useful because it was cut vertically, but if you simply need to skin it, that’s enough.

It’s a little cumbersome to dismantle right now here, and leaving Ash alone for a long time bothers me.

Sylvia slung the deer over her shoulder, determined to quickly return to Ash.

Today, if I keep watching Ash’s magic and pick up some wild greens, the day will be over again.

Sylvia moved slowly.

“…that magic,”

Sylvia thought for a moment as she walked towards Ash.

Ash declared himself untalented.

Judging from yesterday’s training that lasted into the night, his relentless self-evaluation was sadly true.

I couldn’t bear to tell Ash directly, but even in her eyes, Ash clearly lacked talent.

It wasn’t just that he had no talent for magic.

something more fundamental than that.

There was an overwhelming lack of talent to fight and survive in this harsh world.

The same is true of the hardened head trapped in theories, and the momentary judgment or quickness is poor, so you can’t quickly find your cool in the moment of embarrassment.

As an adventurer whose life came and went in a moment’s judgment, he was a talented person.

It looked like that in her eyes, the apex of an adventurer.

‘But… maybe.’

But that mysterious magic that burned down the rabbit hole a while ago,

And even before that, that pillar of fire he launched from the lake after failing to cast his magic.

In both cases, it was a failed chant that didn’t have the results Ash wanted.

But both had one thing in common: their power was terrifying.

Even Sylvia, who was confident in the amount of magical power, could not produce such power with a single magic.

Although he lacks sense or skill, he might have a huge amount of magic hidden in him.

‘Maybe there are more than me.’

Sylvia thought so.

Of course it wasn’t certain.

It could have simply been that the magic failed and exploded.

In fact, the odds were even greater.

Sylvia brushed her complicated hair and stopped thinking.

“Well, it’s okay if Ash can’t do that kind of thing.”

What if you can’t use magic, and what if you can’t do harsh things?

Just stay with me until I get used to it.

Sylvia thought so.

Besides, she knew a lot about Ash’s strengths.

He has a kind and kind personality, knows how to be considerate of others, and is never swallowed up by sadness even when he gets sad when hard things come.

He was quick to understand, knew how to take into account the emotions of others, and had good manual dexterity for a nobleman.

Looking at it this way, Ash is more suited to being a housewife than an outsider.

He is a man who is more suited to a cabin than a forest and a kitchen than a campsite.

When Sylvia thought of Ash, she didn’t notice that a smile had been created without her knowledge.

“Oh, it shows that he grew up being loved.”

A child who is loved and raised.

She used to feel that way when she saw Ash.

It was evident that he did not grow up on Onyaoya, but grew up with love in a proper, harmonious family.

When I look at Ash, I often think of Maria, one of my colleagues who ventured together to subdue the demon king.

A great wizard who graduated with the highest grade in the academy’s history, Sylvia’s friend, and magic teacher.

She, too, was a child who was loved and grew up with a lot of signs, just like Ash.

Of course, unlike Ash, he was very mischievous and had a tendency to act arbitrarily, but

Still, he never lost his sense of humor no matter how difficult the situation was, and he was a great colleague who knew how to reach out to his colleague who was struggling first and comfort him.

Sometimes when I was drinking, I would miss my family I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Of course, it wasn’t just her story that she missed her family.

The tribe of adventurers were basically the ones who longed for a free life and walked voluntarily toward this world full of dangers, but in the end, they were wandering strangers who always longed for their hometown.

I missed my family, I wanted to go back to my hometown, I wanted to start a family and settle down.

After making a lot of money, many male adventurers would gather to celebrate and have a drinking party and get drunk.

A wife like a fox, and children like rabbits.

A happy family where everyone lives together.

Although he doesn’t have the qualities of an adventurer, Ash probably grew up in a family that almost all adventurers dreamed of.

“Family…”

Thinking that, I suddenly felt a little envious of Ash.

Sylvia had never had such an assumption.

She had no loving parents or siblings to complain about.

Since being sold as a private soldier to an aristocratic family at a low price when she was young, her life has been training all her life.

I never thought of myself as unhappy because I had many colleagues with whom I shared passionate comradeship.

He had never had a warm family, so he had no idea what it would feel like whenever he heard adventurers drunkenly complaining about wanting to start a family.

parents… family…

“Let’s stop, what are you thinking about?”

Sylvia shook her head and hurried her steps.

Now that she thinks about her family or what, it was just an unattainable dream for her.

I can’t even get out of this forest, what kind of family is my family?

Fortunately, I didn’t know what it was like to have a family.

I don’t know, so I didn’t even want to.

Although I missed communicating with others to the point of shedding tears, it was only because I couldn’t bear the terrible loneliness brought about by the severing of human relationships.

Even that was a thirst that had already been quenched thanks to Ash.

“Everything has come. Nothing happened.”

At some point, Silvia saw Ash in her field of vision.

Ash also smiled and waved when he found Sylvia.

At that moment, a thought passed through Sylvia’s mind.

‘… is Ash my family?’

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Sylvia came back carrying a deer.

Her shoulder blades were soaked with the blood of the deer, so she and I slowly returned to the cabin, picking wild vegetables, herbs, and mushrooms.

In the meantime, I told her what I had discovered while she was out hunting the deer.

What I found out was that when using magic other than fire, the shape of the beast, whether it was a fox or a wolf, did not appear.

This was already confirmed in the lake, but testing with different properties yielded slightly more detailed results.

In addition to fire magic, other elemental magics had to use magic formulas that essentially regulated the form, so the experiment was meaningless.

The only exception was the wind attribute.

The wind that rose and swayed in my hand looked like a beast at first glance, and it swayed, but it was hard to see because it was transparent, and it was difficult to honestly say that it was in the form of a beast because it dispersed so quickly.

It was a bit ambiguous to say anything because the shape of the beast would be crushed if they were not scattered.

Fire, if the form of the beast that was seen in the moment of wind magic fits, wind is included.

Unlike other elements such as water and ice, these two magics are two properties that do not require a fixed form.

If that’s the case, as my sister thinks, this beast’s form may be the basic form of my magic power.

It was an unfamiliar theory from the beginning that there was a form of magical power, but I had never thought that my magical power would be in the form of a beast, so I honestly felt a little uncomfortable.

Why are you a beast?

It would have been nice if it was a fancy magic circle or something.

The second thing I found out was that fire magic in the shape of a beast was completely different from the existing magic, and I could shoot this magic as fast as I could.

Of course, that wasn’t a reason why I didn’t have to practice other magic, but at least with this magic, I felt like I could somehow manage the ‘running through the ice with magic’ training she gave me last night.

As I diligently talked about the facts I found out, Ms. Sylvia smiled lightly and praised me, saying, ‘You worked hard in a short time’.

After sleeping together, I feel that she treats me like a child.

Was it because he seemed so flustered?

I didn’t get angry, saying, “Don’t treat me like a child.”

I knew that it only made me look really childish.

The colander, which had only brought one to begin with, soon became full.

The two of us left the cabin early in the morning and returned to the cabin around lunchtime.

Upon returning to the cabin, she dismembered the deer and I prepared lunch.

Today’s lunch was freshly dismantled venison.

Neither Sylvia nor I usually ate lunch lightly, but when she came back from the cabin, she said she was subtly hungry and asked for lunch.

I nodded and confidently complied with her request.

Most of the things I picked up on the way were mushrooms, but there were also some herbs, so today was the time to show off my skills properly for the first time in a while.

It’s a bit annoying to be treated like a child, but it’s probably because of my repeated clumsy behavior.

Having been chased by a bear for the past few days, having been greatly flummoxed by her skin-tight pranks, and having repeatedly failed at magic and hunting, it might be natural for her to look at me like a child.

But cooking is different.

Cooking was one of the few skills I excelled at.

If you’re hungry, you need to feed yourself.

I made cuts on the leg of the deer that looked appetizing and put herbs in between the cuts and grilled it whole.

The icing on the cake is to grill the side mushrooms as well.

It has a bit of a wild atmosphere, but this is what you eat for the taste.

With a confident expression on my face, I served the dish to Silvia-san.

And, of course, she ate very well.

I asked, raising a triumphant face.

“Is it delicious?”

“Yeah, tell me what are you doing? Ash is a culinary genius.”

Indeed, she admitted it coolly.

It was to the point where I was a little embarrassed that I was eager to show a grown-up image by myself.

I replied shyly.

“hahahaha, I wish I was as good at magic as cooking.”

“are you okay. You will be fine soon.”

Silvia quickly took off the deer’s leg.

Seeing her smiling contentedly as she wiped the grease off her lips made me feel good too.

I found a magic clue to fight against the wild animals in the dangerous forest, and I ate a good meat dish that wasn’t stinky bear meat.

I felt like my day was going very well for some reason.

A day that feels good for some reason.

“ash.”

“yes?”

Sylvia said with a smile.

“I would have eaten too. Come to the river in an hour,”

“uh? Ah… you want to wash the dishes?”

“no.”

She smiled and made ice from her palms.

Angled pieces of ice rolled around in her palms.

“You think you can?”

“…ah,”

“Because I hung the bearskin well on a tree that goes down the river. You just need to come.”

“OMG…”

“Today, let’s try until we succeed. It feels good.”

Unlike her, I somehow felt worse.

The feeling of being a kid again.

The bruises that had already disappeared seemed to throb again.

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