Chapter 9: The Blade, Not The Right Tool For That Job (2/2)

I would have wiped her face, but my hands were covered in the stinking Troll blood, so I just let her be. Maybe just getting rid of the hair and skin made it almost edible to them, but I had to stop Jilly as she approached with more dry wood to throw on the fire.

”Hey! Wait, don't put more wood on here yet. The fire has finally burned down now,” I told Jilly as she dropped the wood and glared at me.

”It's not making fire anymore; how are you supposed to burn the meat if there is no fire?” Jilly growled at me.

I just waved her off and collected some saplings that had been knocked down in her attempt on my life. After gathering six long and fresh ones that wouldn't burn quickly, I pulled my knife back out and tried to hack off the extra small branch on each one.

Tried was the keyword here. My new fancy knife wasn't having any part of it and actually twisted or bent out of the way every time I tried to hack a branch off.

”What the heck, what is your problem, knife?” I asked the writhing blade, not really expecting an answer.

In response, the blade fanned out into multiple blades and then extended towards the meat. I watched as the blade began dissecting the meat, cutting, and lifting out the thick blood-filled veins with the precision of a surgeon.

I just stood dumbly with my arm out at the blade, prepared the meat, and then stabbed the piss out of it after tenderizing it. The left side of my shirt where Mary was resting was soaked, and I kept having to bat away snake tongues that were getting too close to my ears.

Finally, the blade finished its handy work, and I was left with a pile for roughly five by twenty-five-centimeter steaks. After putting the blade away, I pulled out the fire sword, hacked off the offending limbs on my saplings, and set them across the fire.

I had moved stones to set them on, so there was up just a bit, then I tossed the steaks on that were only smelling slightly rancid. After watching the blade to all the work, I was getting hungry.

I tossed the steaks onto the fire and lined things all up. Jilly was hovering over me as she did, but she wasn't bothering me, just watching with interest.

The meat began to sizzle, and soon all traces of the rancid smell were gone. Cooking meats replaced that, and even my mouth started to sliviatate.

”Isss It'sss donesss yetsss!?” Mary hissed with drool, now reaching my mud and blood cover pants, but she was still fucking cute.