57 Vol 1. pt. 57 Patch 10.0: The King, the Rod and the Harem (1/2)

Dinner ended up being delivered.

It turned out that Ryouta's oven and stove had gone unused for so long that he completely forgot that they don't work anymore, and he kept on putting off calling somebody to repair them until he forgot about it, so the only working method of preparing food was his microwave.

It was either microwave a few of his frozen dinners for him and the girls or order food.

They ordered.

He wanted to take them out instead, but they were still intent on not letting him hurt his legs over them.

As nice as it was for them to do that for him, he has felt horrible about it.

He doesn't like feeling like he's somebody troublesome that they have to accommodate. What's even worse is that this is all completely unnecessary. If only he had dealt with it as a child and grown accustomed to using his braces rather than whine and complain about them, he would have no problem using them now.

The girls may not allow him to hurt his legs just to do things with them, but they can't stop him from wearing the braces when they're not around so that he can get used to them.

He wants to be perfect for them and feeling pain just from walking around for a bit isn't being perfect. He wants to take them out on dates, go visit places with them, and so forth. Now that he actually has real girlfriends, he wants to do everything that he's never gotten to but has always dreamed of. The hopeless romantic in him that has never gotten a chance to shine now wants nothing more than to make his girlfriends as happy as he can possibly make them.

Even so, it's frustrating.

After having autotaxis called for the girls to take them home, ending the night with a kiss to each girl under the streetlights, he goes for a run.

That's right.

As hard as it is for him to believe it, Ryouta actually goes on a run.

Sure, it may only last a few minutes before he gets exhausted and has too much leg pain to continue, but it's something – it's the start of progress.

He's going to make himself better for Serra and Cassandra. He's not going to try to improve himself, he's not going to fail at improving himself, he will improve himself.

It just might take some time.

Even with the pain, running again feels nice. He hasn't gone running since he was a child and as realistic as something like Fantasy Tales Online may be, it's just not the same as having real wind flowing against him as he runs.

Being reminded what it felt like to do something physical like this with his real body is worth the searing pain in his legs.

Ryouta passes out shortly after making it inside and climbing onto his bed.

He closes his eyes in darkness and opens them to the bright light of the morning sun.

While such a thing is incredibly normal and something that billions of humans experience every day, the horrible part about it is that he feels as if he only went to sleep a few seconds ago!

Is this what it feels like to do physical exercise in reality? Is being this exhausted after a full night's worth of sleep normal?

Ryouta lets out a big yawn before grabbing his headset to immerse himself into Fantasy Tales Online. He's hoping that going in-game will help wake him up so that he doesn't accidentally fall asleep and sleep through the entire day.

More importantly, there is an important event in-game today. It is an event that he doesn't want to miss.

The king from across the ocean is arriving in Port Tugator today.

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Fenrir hasn't been able to get much information about the king other than that he's apparently an elf and the ”blue bitch of the west” according to the shopkeeper who sold him his new fishing rod.

Upon logging in, he sees everybody but Bonekraka and Corwin sleeping below deck. Tabitha is passed out on top of her gigantic backpack, Serra and Cassiel are in a couple of hammocks, and Oleander is in a hammock as well.

Fenrir gets out of his hammock and looks over to the stairs.

Corwin is knelt down next to The Shoebill's engine and examining it.

”Morning, Corwin. What are you doing?” Fenrir asks.

Corwin jumps up and looks like a child who just got caught trying to sneak a few extra cookies into his bedroom.

Suspicious.

”A-ah! Capt—Fenrir, I was just – you see,” Corwin stutters trying to explain himself.

Fenrir walks up to him and looks him over.