Going To The Adventurers' Guild!
I have finally finished the tutorial!
Great, we are in the middle of a grassy field, but it's oddly barren except for one lone tree and a statue of Alaric.
Mika: "Hey, Airi, can you show me the way to the adventurers' guild?"
It seemed that Airi is still resting, lost in thought.
The horizon glowed with a warm, golden light as the sun began its ascent.
I gazed upon the cute demon, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
The soft morning light spilled through the tree leaves, casting a warm glow upon her peaceful features.
It was evident that she was lost in a deep slumber, the cares and worries of the world far from her mind.
As I watched my cute demon sleep, I couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of the otherworldly body.
How it could so easily succumb to the needs of rest and recuperation, and how the restorative power of sleep could rejuvenate even the weariest of souls.
It was a remarkable display of the body's natural resilience, and it filled me with a newfound appreciation for the miracles of life.
The stillness of the moment seemed to stretch on indefinitely, and I was content to simply sit there and look at her, lost in thought and contemplation.
It was as if time itself had slowed down, and the world outside had come to a standstill.
Despite the overwhelming force of time and the world's decay, she slept soundly with a steady breath.
It was a soothing reminder that amidst the chaos and uncertainty of a dying world, there's always a serene haven to be found.
A place where one can leave behind the world's worries and simply rest, knowing that life would carry on regardless.
The gentle breeze of nature wafted over me, carrying with it the fragrant aromas of grass and wildflowers. The wind rustled the leaves of trees, creating a tranquil and hypnotic melody that enveloped me completely.
The ever-present wind began to pick up, and I felt the force of its unyielding power tug at my hair and clothes.
The grass below me bent and flowed in mesmerizing waves as if a symphony of natural forces was playing out before me.
The melodious calls of distant birds echoed through the wind, mingling with the rustling of leaves in perfect natural harmony.
"This was a moment I would treasure forever, a moment that would forever be etched in my memory as a reminder of the incomparable majesty of nature and a moment of–"
"HEY, CAN YOU STOP DESCRIBING YOUR SURROUNDING?"
"YOU KNOW I CAN STILL HEAR YOU WHEN YOU'RE SHOUTING IN MY SLEEP!"
I accidentally said that out loud.
Airi's exasperated voice pierced through the stillness of the moment, and I turned to look at her face.
As she spoke, her cute face contorted into a pout, her bottom lip jutting out in a playful display of frustration.
Despite her grumbling, I couldn't help but find her adorable.
Her playful mannerisms never failed to amuse me, and I was glad to have her by my side in moments like these.
At least I'm not alone in this world.
"I also keep hearing you saying demon demon demon in your mind, you know I have a name right? A-i-ri." "Want me to spell it for you? A-I-R-I, Airi."
"Alright, Airi. I apologize. I'll try to keep it down from now on."
I relented, raising my hands in mock surrender.
"Hmpfh, you wanted me to show you where the adventurers' guild is, right?"
Airi pouted, deliberately averting her gaze from mine.
"Well, yes. How could you tell?"
"Just come and follow me. I'll show you the way."
After a few steps, Airi just did the classical anime heroine pose, where her head was slightly tilted and a gentle smile was on her face.
Her eyes are closed as if lost in thought or at peace with the moment.
Her hands are clasped behind her back, adding an air of elegance to her posture.
The weight of her body rests on her left leg, which is bent at the knee, while her right leg is also bent but not touching the ground.
As we walked, I noticed Airi's cheeks were slightly flushed. The reflection of the water puddle confirmed my suspicions.
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We have walked proximately 1600 meters from that statue of Alaric into the forest now.
Amid our walk through the forest, we spotted a group of mercenaries fighting bandits.
"Airi, come, hide here."
"Hey! Why are we hiding in the bushes, we should just go straight to the adventurers' guild."
"Shhhh, look over there."
"Hmpfh."
As I observed the group of mercenaries, my analytical mind considered not only their heights and weapons but also their body weights.
The tallest fighter, standing at an impressive 1.93 meters, also had the heaviest body weight among the group, weighing in at approximately 95 kilograms. He wielded a massive two-handed sword that weighed in at over 4.5 kilograms. Despite the weight of his weapon, he swung it with ease, each strike cleaving through the air with a terrifying force.
In contrast, the shortest fighter, standing at a mere 1.57 meters, had the lightest body weight, weighing in at approximately 47 kilograms. She wielded a lightweight, nimble sword that allowed for quick and agile movements. Despite her small stature, she moved with the grace and precision of a seasoned warrior.
The other fighters ranged in body weight from approximately 65 to 85 kilograms, with heights ranging from 1.73 meters to 1.88 meters. Each fighter wielded weapons of varying lengths and weights. One fighter favored a short, curved sword that weighed only 1.4 kilograms, known as a scimitar, which was a weapon commonly used by soldiers in the Middle East. Another fighter opted for a longer, heavier sword that weighed in at 3.6 kilograms, known as a longsword, which was favored by knights during the Renaissance era.
As the bandits charged forward, I watched with a keen eye, analyzing their weapons and tactics. Their swords and axes were generally shorter and lighter than those of the mercenaries, with weights ranging from 0.9 to 3.2 kilograms. This allowed for quick strikes and more agile movements but lacked the raw power of the mercenaries' weapons.
The mercenary group that I observed was an eclectic mix of individuals, each with their unique strengths and weaknesses.
The leader of the group was a grizzled veteran, with scars crisscrossing his face and arms. Despite his rough exterior, he exuded an air of confidence and control, his voice deep and commanding as he barked orders to his subordinates. He was a towering figure, standing at 1.88 meters and weighing approximately 85 kilograms. He wielded a large, double-bladed axe that was almost as tall as he was, weighing in at a hefty 4.2 kilograms.
The other members of the group were no less impressive. One fighter stood out for his incredible speed and agility, darting around the battlefield with ease and precision. He was shorter than the others, standing at only 1.73 meters, but made up for it with his lightning-fast reflexes and ability to dodge attacks with ease. He wielded a pair of short swords that were light and easy to handle, each weighing in at approximately 0.9 kilograms.
Another fighter stood out for his incredible strength and endurance. He was the heaviest member of the group, weighing in at a solid 95 kilograms, with thick muscles bulging under his armor. He wielded a massive war hammer that weighed in at over 6 kilograms, using it to crush his opponents with devastating force.
The remaining members of the group were no less skilled, each possessing their unique talents and weapons. One fighter favored a longbow, using his incredible accuracy and range to pick off enemies from afar. Another fighter specialized in hand-to-hand combat, using a combination of kicks and punches to take down opponents with ease.
Despite their differences in weapons and fighting styles, the mercenaries moved with fluidity and coordination that spoke to their years of experience fighting together. They fought with a ferocity and determination that made it clear that they were not to be underestimated, each member a valuable asset in their own right.
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[System: Fires have been started throughout the forest]
What?
In an instant, a blazing blue fire materialized.
"Airi, we need to leave now! The forest is on fire!"
"Airi? AIRI!"
Suddenly, a cute girl appeared in the middle of the fight between the mercenaries and the bandits.
"MHAHAHAHAHA, I'M THE GREATEST DEMON OF ALL TIME! BOW BEFORE ME, MORTALS!"
An arrow was shot from the bushes with a trajectory aimed directly at Airi.
"DROP ALL YOUR WEAPONS BEFORE I BURN EVERYTHIN–"