It all began by drawing a circle to open the proceedings.
Pwoooang.
The road devoured by flames that consume sound.
Gleaming black flames seize the bright day.
“Eh?”
One surprised dude.
Taking such sloppy moves in battle won’t do, will it?
Slice.
The raspy sensation is unpleasant.
Though I surely feel terror emotionally,
My battle senses scream to proceed.
I completely follow my senses.
My sword seeks the next light and embroiders its trajectory.
The ash-colored clouds left behind by the vanished black flames.
With vision obscured, my sword’s flow swiftly halts the charge of three burly men.
“…”
The ensuing explosion of flames.
The dust cloud soon settles.
This was a collaboration between my magic sword and battle skills.
“Hmph.”
“Keh.”
Gasps of amazement echoed almost simultaneously from both camps.
Awe from the captain.
A hint of irritation from the man.
All emotions are readable.
The sharp senses that have been honed can discern everything physical.
Non-verbal gestures.
Frowns.
Tsk-ing sounds.
Everything is read.
Advanced combat skills manifest something quite vast.
What if I don’t get hit?
The slightly relaxed mind is replaced with strong confidence in an instant.
“Heavenly Farmer, I thought.”
The shock on the Fairy Captain’s face feels rather pleasant.
“Amazing!”
“Our fruit human is the best!”
The positive compliments from the fairies were a bonus.
Fruit human, huh.
Very fairy-like vocabulary.
“This is troublesome. A mysterious man wielding a flame-spewing magic sword appears.”
The man mutters with a troubled expression.
“Confident guy? Hand over ten shares of mine.”
“Don’t forget that.”
A giant axe-wielding man steps forward.
He spits into his palm, grips the handle, and charges forward without hesitation.
“Kid. Just because you got a magic sword doesn’t mean you can swagger around.”
Huge man.
About 2 meters tall.
There was definitely an intimidating presence.
His tone was threatening, and his strength looks formidable.
But.
There’s no feeling of losing at all.
The rising green magic in my body.
A red glow buff pulsing.
Light and refreshing.
“Hyyyyaaah!”
I see everything.
Path.
Trajectory.
Intent.
Knowing how to fight makes defeat difficult.
My sword approaches the axe.
Certainly, reason prefers to dodge or sidestep for a clean slash.
But emotion already envisions a clash of power with the axe.
Clang!!
Sharp explosion sound.
In that spot, flames explode, giving my sword another burst of speed.
So this exists.
The resistance of transmitted impact when we clash.
The secondary shockwave of fire shatters the axe and pushes forward.
“Khgh?”
Cruel.
Drops of blood scattered and burned.
The massive man collapses as his upper body splits apart.
The axe breaks, the man falls, kicking up dust.
Blood seeps out, and his breath soon loses warmth.
One strike.
That was enough for this opponent.
“Damn… didn’t know someone like this existed.”
The man looks awkward.
Soon, the fairies’ cheerful cheers follow.
An ill-fitting lightheartedness amidst the serious and heavy battle.
Because of it, my lips curl upward slightly.
“Should we each grab what we can and run?”
“Run? We’d get at least five times the reward if we catch just this group.”
The man’s tongue swipes his lips.
Clearly a gesture steeped in greed and regret.
“No business before numbers.”
“Hmph. Yeah. No business with arrows, no business with numbers.”
They’re not giving up, huh.
At those words, I steady my resolve again.
Nothing comes easy.
Clank.
Sword forward again.
The briefly elevated heart calms down once more.
Wooosh sound.
A large-scale charge begins.
The start of a sweeping battle.
The group led by the Fairy Captain also takes up arms.
Fire arrows.
Nets.
All kinds of thrown weapons fly.
Mostly targeting not me but the fairies.
Since their goal is the fairies.
“Yraaaa!”
An enemy swings their sword fiercely toward me.
I conjure flames to block their sight.
Battle senses guide me through experience.
Protective fighting.
Combat isn’t always solo—it’s like this.
Frontline clash.
Not retreating from this position is key.
If I falter, the front line retreats.
How did I end up here?
No time to wonder as a glint of silver aims for my head.
Deflected.
Swinging in to slice.
The ash cloud drawn by flames blocks a combo attack.
Back to the start.
Block incoming attacks and cut them down.
When they come together, step back and sketch black flames.
If retreating too much, carve a path by slicing one spot.
Back to the start.
I firmly hold this position.
Glancing to both sides while avoiding being surrounded.
Senses.
Perhaps experience.
Even though no one told me to do so, my body is already acting.
“Huff.”
The short-term exertion rapidly drains my energy.
The tension played a big role too.
Green recovery magic.
Effects from accessories.
These gradually return me to my original state.
Cutting.
Flames explode.
Occasionally getting wounded.
Painful drops of blood fly.
Then I cut down the opponent again to restore balance.
Combat is rarely one-sided.
As the battle continues, accessories and buffs play a major role.
Wounds slowly heal, leaving scabs and itching sensations.
How many did I slash mindlessly?
The surroundings grow quiet.
Corpses.
Blood-red hues.
Mounds of steel.
Residual heat from the flames.
The unique smell of burning.
All swirling chaotically, shaking my senses.
Still, I stand firm, gazing forward.
“Numbers don’t matter, right?”
“Yeah. Fewer people to share the spoils with.”
“Hmph… yeah.”
The man smirks bitterly.
Silence.
The small change brought about by my efforts created a pause in the battle.
Soon, they exchange glances and quietly retreat.
The surrounding crowd follows suit.
Arrow volleys pause momentarily.
Injured fairies who can’t fly lie sprawled on the ground.
The fluttering fairies wear gloomy expressions.
“Hmph. What a day of mixed luck.”
The man points a finger at me.
“You. You’re like a calf unaware of the world’s fears, rampaging recklessly. If you keep barging in without knowing your place…”
The man pauses briefly before continuing.
“You won’t live long.”
“Hmm.”
Stabbing the sword into the ground.
Fixing a steady gaze on them.
“At least it seems like I’ve got a hold on your lifelines.”
“Tch. Cocky brat.”
The man shakes his head slightly.
Thinking another battle might begin, I tense up for a moment, then a high-pitched whistle blows.
The man blew it forcefully.
“Are we really retreating?”
“Grab what you can and scram. Take care of your own share. Regroup there.”
“Got it.”
Their group retreats.
No, they flee.
Like frightened bugs startled by light.
All I could do was watch.
Because my role was protection, not pursuit.
“Thank you…”
With the captain’s thanks, the battle concludes.
Painful wounds.
For the fairies too.
A little for me as well.
In the aftermath, I became the recipient of the fairies’ praises.
Buzz-buzz flying magic.
Receiving various buffs while flying around, hearing pleasant compliments.
“Not fully enjoying it, huh?”
“It’s a bit hard to smile right after something like this.”
“Rather than dwelling on what couldn’t be protected, I hope you’ll think about the value you’ve safeguarded.”
The captain’s consoling words, which weren’t really comforting.
I smiled wryly at those words.
“Look.”
Fairies dance gracefully.
Green lights swimming through the sky.
The countless dances of fairies adorning the night sky.
They twinkle like stars brought closer.
“You’re our benefactor.”
“I’m glad I could repay a favor.”
“Hmm. Now it’s our turn to figure out how to repay this debt.”
The captain’s words make me laugh sheepishly.
And I toss out a somewhat sensitive but curious topic.
“Is this kind of thing common?”
“No.”
An immediate answer.
“Coincidence. A series of coincidences turned into an accident. It was just a typical lively outing for the fairies. To explain, yes. A very small oversight during a fairy’s casual stroll caused this. Can’t blame anyone. Just… something that happens occasionally. Sad, but unavoidable.”
“Umm.”
“Blame-shifting is a matter of mindset. What we need to do is come up with solutions for the future, not dwell on the past and repeat mistakes.”
“Is there a solution?”
“Hmm. Seeking help in difficult situations is only natural. Our resolution comes from above.”
“Above?”
The captain gazes skyward.
Higher than the farmland.
“Heavenly Garden. Tomorrow, a fairy will come to the garden. The farm’s location will also change.”
The captain exhales a sigh filled with melancholy.
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
“Hmm. We have to move again. Embark on a long journey until we find a suitable settlement.”
“Umm.”
“Our children mustn’t fall behind on this long journey.”
The captain’s quiet words drift faintly in the wind.
Hearing that, I remember the gift for the fairies.
“Hey, kids!”
Calling out loudly gathers the children.
Yes.
Children who fit the description—tiny, delicate ones.
Flutter-flutter, soft and airy kids.
Fairies.
Suri had long claimed my shoulder.
One by one, heads peek out, and some gently cling to my body.
Arms.
Legs.
Waist.
Feet.
Hands.
“I’ve got a present for you!”
Summer 10-item gift set.
Ordinary, yet something they’d enjoy eating.
Had it been nothing unusual, I would’ve handed over the gift, installed the warp device, and left.
“Waaah.”
“What’s this? Smells delicious!”
“Looks sweet!”
An energetic atmosphere forms.
Injured and sad fairies alike eat the crops and smile.
They laugh, flutter around.
Enjoy and feel happiness.
It was the scenery I wanted to see.
A little injured.
A touch of ash-tinted hues remains.
Still, it was the desired scene.
“Thank you. Truly.”
The captain bows deeply.
I smile and casually accept the gratitude.
“If you’re grateful, take this with you.”
“What is it?”
“When you settle down, place it at the center of your new home. That way, I can visit whenever I want.”
“Really? That’s great news. You’ll always be welcome here.”
Joy shines in the captain’s eyes.
What I gave them was the warp device.
Maybe I can visit when I have free time.
“Any injuries?”
“All instantly healed.”
“Thanks to the fairies’ heartfelt care. Since you cherished us, we could reciprocate with buffs.”
“Pretty effective, huh?”
“Because of that, many try to capture us…,”
“That wasn’t my intention when I said it.”
“Hmm. No, it’s fine. I was just stating a fact, so no need to react that way.”
The captain smiles.
Soon, a fairy flies over and feeds the captain some fruit.
It was mango.
Juicy, uniquely sweet pulp oozing with moisture.
The captain tastes the pulp, nodding repeatedly and exclaiming in awe.
A peaceful scene.
Night.
The sun sets, and the heat dissipates.
I could rest in the tent.
It was fortunate Suri wasn’t hurt.
I hugged Suri tightly while sleeping in the tent.
Using Suri’s warmth to endure any lingering aftershocks.
Unpleasant feelings.
Dizzy thoughts.
Regulating my breathing, I slowly erase them.
Following Suri’s low, steady breaths, I gradually drift off to sleep.
It was an unusually long day.
Perhaps it’ll be a day I never forget in my life.
Day 29 of summer ended like that.
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