"Do I really have to?"
"You're her trainer, are you not?! Isn't your job to care for your trainee?!"
"But it's Goldship!"
"No but!"
The young man was about to let Goldship's brain be melted, but Daiwa Scarlet convinced him not to. By screaming at him. She has the right heart, but put it on the wrong person.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhh!!! FFFIIIIIIINNNNEEEEEEEE!!!! Pot, what do I need to do?"
"I can connect your Umalator device with hers, and then you can start from there. Most likely, it has something to do with her simulation. Some kind of goal she needs to fulfill."
"Ugh… Knew I shouldn't connect her. Prepare my capsule, pot. I'm linking in."
"Sure, kettle."
Tachyon types into her laptop at the speed of 100 WPM. Her cuffs were moving up and down in a blur, completely unfollowable by any living being's eyes.
"You can use the number five."
"Sigh… Here goes nothing."
The young man entered the capsule and put on the helmet. He lay comfortably on the cushion as the door closed in on him. Machine hum can be heard as the umalator prepares to send the young man into the world of simulation.
"Link Start."
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"Please create your character."
"Uuhh… Fuck… That doesn't feel good."
The young man is transported into an empty white void, similar to when he met with the 3 goddesses. In front of him is a hovering game UI where he can choose his clothing options.
"Oh my goddesses… I was right. I should've killed Goldship."
The young man kept pressing the random button until it came to a somewhat decent combination. A crimson long coat with a bit of gold sprinkles on it in the form of buttons and hemlines. Black form-fitting pants and a black vest with a white shirt inside. Not too fancy, but it doesn't make him look homeless either.
*Click*
"Welcome, Igo Heita. Please open the door."
The choosing UI dissipates, and a wooden door takes its place. Nothing out of the ordinary from the wooden door, so the young man just did as the system told him.
"Whoa…"
The next moment, the young man is on top of a sailing boat. Not any random sailing boat, a boat that is sailing above fine sand.
"Ah! There you are!"
A woman with glasses approaches him. Her long ears are what caught the young man's attention. She is an elf, he thought. Her short, light brown hair frames her face with soft bangs. She wears a crisp white shirt beneath a dark gray vest tailored to perfection, the buttons aligned like notes in a quiet melody. A matching pair of trousers completes the ensemble, fitted just enough to suggest grace in motion. Black gloves cover her hands, and her shoes are polished, practical, and silent on the wooden deck.
"Good morning! I hope you're ready for our adventure, adventurer!"
"Ah… Yes…"
Adventurer? Is this an RPG?
"Well, look at who decides to come out of his room."
"Huh?"
Another woman enters the fray. Unlike the first one, she looks more tomboyish with her crop tank top and baggy pants. Her muscly arms and abs suggest that she is used to doing heavy tasks that require force and energy. Her blonde hair is messy and looks like they haven't been brushed in years. To add to her already tomboyish image, she wears a belt of tools around her waist. Her heavy-duty boots give her a good grip on the moving ship.
"How was the steering wheel, Germa?"
"Eh! It was nothing that a little bit of oil couldn't handle! Was that what woke up our adventurer here? I had an image that an adventurer who had passed the hunter exam to be more rigid."
Germa was talking while looking at the young man's left chest. On it was a medallion made out of gold. The medallion consists of a sword that points up with 2 beast skulls on either side of its hilt, looking down left and down right.
"Isn't that supposed to be it? He is ready to answer to any foreign movement!"
"Well… When you think about it, I guess you're right, Elma Tulle. It is expected of an adventurer who specializes in hunting beasts to react to anything at any moment."
"Right?! Adventurer Igo, we'll be arriving at the base in approximately half an hour."
"I see…"
I guess that's where my investigation starts.
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"Whoa~~ Trainer is sleeping."
"He is not sleeping. It's more like dreaming."
"I don't think there's much difference there, McQueen."
The trainees of the Minaz team watch their trainer inside the capsule. They're standing around his capsule, looking past the glass lid that also acts as the door.
"I've never seen him look so calm before."
"He looks so defenseless."
The man inside couldn't notice, but his trainees are leaning onto the lid a little bit more now. The fact that he wouldn't be able to fight back, regardless of what they do to him, entices them. Even though normally, they can force him into anything since they're stronger than him, his current state makes that fact clearer than usual.
It's like the Sleeping Beauty story, except it's the Sleeping Handsome. I should start my acting training from today by playing the prince.
I'm his prince. The Monarch can also be the prince, right? It's only natural that I kiss him in front of everyone!
Trainer, you are always so busy. Never have time for yourself. Please allow me to help.
*Crack*
The trainees' intense desire causes them to lean harder and harder until eventually, their forces on the glass cause a small crack to form on it.
"Hey girls! Come here! You might trip on some of those wires!!"
Daiwa Scarlet's call for them to wake the girls up from their desire-fueled hallucination. It's a gift for the young man as the crack on the lid stops growing.
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"GOLDSHIP!! BALLS!! HOLD IT OFF FOR A FEW MINUTES!!!"
The white wraith swings its hand down at the young man, and he swiftly dodges by rolling back. But the threat wasn't over as the whip-like tendrils that grow out of the beast's wrist follow its movement.
"KUH!!! HAAAAAH!!!"
The young man stood up and quickly noticed the incoming tendril. He tightened the grip on his longsword and swung it, clashing it against the tendril. In doing so, he changes the tendril's trajectory away from his body.
"EAT THIS!!!"
Goldship jumps from behind and dropkicks the beast on its face.
"KKKRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
The beast roars at Goldship, changing its aggro target to Goldship. The young man takes the chance and deploys his portable stove. He turned it on and put an iron cast pan above the fire. He quickly slices meat, fish fillets, and mushrooms before putting all of them into the pan. He sprinkles some spices like black pepper, salt, and garlic powder on the dish. He then closed the pan off and let it cook.
"Whistle~~~"
"TAKE THIS!!!"
"KKKKKRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"GOLDSHIP NO!!!"
"GOLDSHIP YES!!!"
*THUMP*
"GOOOOOLLLDSHIIIIP!!!!"
"Whistle~~~"
"RIDER KICK!!!"
*THUD*
"KKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
"Whistle~~"
*Ding*
"Oh~~ It's done."
The young man lifted the lid to a perfectly cooked dish and glazed it with honey. He stabbed the tender meat with his knife. When he tried to lift the entire thing, the meat was so tender that it broke down from its own weight. The young man takes a bite of the perfectly cooked meat, which was as tender as it looked, and all the spices had been absorbed completely into each cell of the meat. The honey gives it a small bit of sweetness that pairs well with savory tastes.
*Ding*
"Oh! That's done!"
The young man immediately threw the dish away when his stamina and health capacity increased. Why bother eating when you already get the benefit, right?
"WHISTLE!!!!"
"Crockwo!!!"
A chicken-like beast approached the young man. It was his sacrid. Its form is like someone took a 3D model of a chicken and turned it L O N G. Basically, a stretched-out chicken with more colorful feathers. A lot of things are strapped on to the stretched-out chicken, like throwing knives, a tent kit, and a storage sack.
The young man hops on his mount and uses it to catch up to the fight. While on the back of his mount, the young man tied up his longsword to the sacrid and untied another weapon that was on the sacrid. It was a pair of swords. One is ruby red and the other is jet black.
"KUH!! LET ME GO!!!"
"KKKKKKRRRRRRAAAAAAA!!!!"
The young man arrives at the battle with Goldship being held in the beast's tendril, unable to free herself. The young man quickly hops off his mount, slides down the dunes, and with his dual sword, slices the distracted beast near its eyes.
"KKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"WHOOOAAAHHH!!"
The beast roared in pain and threw Goldship away to deal with the new threat. Purple steam creeps out of the beast's mouth as its anger grows from the long fight.
"KKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
The beast roared to the heavens, finally activating its final weapon. Dark crimson thunder arcs out of the beast's body, zapping anything in its surroundings.
"By my own order, I will slay the white wraith."
The young man proclaims his intent clearly to the now-angered beast. Both of them stare straight at each other with one thought in their minds: only one of them will survive this encounter.
"KKKKKRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
The beast swings all of its weapons. Claws, hands, tendrils, fangs, and even its entire body. It uses everything to try to crush the dualsword user that it's fighting. Earth shakes every time it slams its body, the cloud parts when its tendril whips down, the dimensional barrier is shredded with each bite attack, and the world is fried every time its dark thunder arcs out.
"KUH!! HAAH!!"
The young man uses every bit of his ability to match the beast. His [Truth Seeing Eyes] predicts its movement, allowing him to dodge each and every one of the beast's attacks. If he can dodge, then he would parry with his [Royal Guard], giving the beast a taste of its own medicine. And if he can't do any of those, he uses his [Nagareru Mangekyo Sharingan] to copy Obito's short-range Kamui, allowing him to phase through the attack.
Kuh! This is not going to end!!! I have to use that skill!!
The young man's grips tighten around his swords as dark intent pours out of his heart and into his swords. His Haoshoku and Busoshoku Haki strengthen the already end-game stats of the swords, making them more deadly.
"KKKKKKRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
"..."
The beast swung its tendril at the young man, but he didn't dodge. He crossed his swords above his head and captured the tendril with ease.
"You know something…"
*THUNK*
"I… Really… Hate… People…"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"THEY'RE SELFISH, IGNORANT, LOUD, OBNOXIOUS PRICKS!!"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"WITH BASICALLY NO REDEEMING QUALITY WHATSOEVER!!"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"I MEAN REALLY!! LOOK AT WHAT THEY HAVE ACHIEVED!!"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"GENOCIDE"
*SLASH*
"MICROPLASTICS!!"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"AND FUCKING REDDIT!!!"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"IT'S JUST A NEVERENDING PARADE OF FUCK UPS AND FAILURES!!!"
*SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH* *SLASH*
"Kkkkrraaaaaaa…"
"THEY'RE, WITHOUT QUESTION, A COMPLETE WRITE-OFF OF A SPECIES!!"
"KKKKRRRRRAAAAA!!!"
"AND HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME CARE ABOUT THEM!!!"
*SLASH*
"Kaa… Kaaa…"
"Pant… Pant… Pant…"
"Kaaa…"
*Thump*
"Pant… Pant… Hah… Hahaha… Now you all can go die for all I care…"