V6C134 (1/2)

(134) Declaration by Jofre and others of their intention to participate in battle

Translator: Tseirp

The sounds of shovels and pickaxes echoed in the valley.

The path that was blocked due to a mudslide. There, dozens of workers worked to remove the earth and rocks.

As the valley is originally a bedrock area, those rocks were all extremely large so the removal work faced difficulties as they could not remove them without breaking the rocks.

” … Isn’t it completely wrong … seriously, don’t mention gold, I don’t even see traces of a mine.”

At the beginning, Sutchino was eager for the prospects of finding gold but after the work progressed for one day, two days and three days, he was disgusted with the plain work. He also didn’t hear any exclamations from the surroundings from finding gold.

“Well, don’t say such things Sutchino. Isn’t it refreshing to work off a sweat like this?”

Using his wrist to wipe his forehead so that the sweat don’t flow into his eyes, Julio worked to shovel away earth and sand.

Doing so, nobody would be able to guess his former juvenile delinquent label. He looked like a good-natured youth no matter how you looked at him. Sutchino could only sigh at the transformation his childhood friend went through.

The Secret Society Massacre he sat as President in was already disbanded.

Sutchino did so because he wanted to monopolize the money they earned in the previous battle.

However, Julio was different. Julio had completely been charmed by aman. And he decided to follow that man.

“It’s something I learned from my teacher in the past but everything has what’s called a critical point, if you hit that spot with a single strike, you would be able to crush anything. Look at this!”

The person who said that was the red-haired man Julio admires, Jofre.

He held a pickaxe up and closed his eyes.

Tension was born between Julio and Jofre.

Then ―

“This is my actual ability!”

He cried as he swung his pickaxe sideways towards a conspicuous rock.

In the end, due to the strange force applied to it, the handle of Jofre’s pickaxe broke and it became unusable.

“As expected of Jofre-aniki, breaking a pickaxe with a single strike is super powerful!”

Julio exclaimed excitedly. In his ears, he didn’t hear the ‘Hey there newbie, you broke another pickaxe!?’ ‘You won’t get off easily if you break another one okay!’ hoots from the surroundings.

“It’s nothing. To me, breaking a pickaxe is easier than snapping three arrows.”

He proudly boasted with an anecdote which Jofre couldn’t understand that was spread in this world by some Japanese person.

Then ―

“It’s here! The exalted one is here!”

“Open the path! Don’t be a nuisance to the exalted one!”

“Offerings! Prepare the offerings!”

The workers opened the path, the ones that appeared were Elise and Milky ― riding on top of Centaur.

“Centaur-sama, here are some harvested delicious wild grass. Please enjoy.”

After a worker said that, Centaur neighed once before beginning to eat the wild grass.

At that moment, Elise got off Centaur and rushed to Jofre.

“Jofreeee! I brought your bento! I’ve been wanting to see you for so long.”

“Oo Eliseeee! I’ve been wanting to see you for so long too! Thank you for doing this for me.”

Exchanging word that was unimaginable given that they only parted three hours ago, Elise and Jofre shared a hot embrace. Somebody dutifully tsukkomi-ed with ‘That bento is everybody’s share so don’t eat it on your own!’

During that time, Centaur was continually eating the wild grass and just as he was about to take the final bite … there was a rope bound to that bunch of wild grass and a worker threw it with all his might behind a huge boulder.

Then, Centaur chased after it ― naturally, towards the direction of the huge boulder ―

Centaur hit the boulder head-on. The boulder crumbled into pieces.

Among the jubilant cheers, Centaur ate the final bunch of wild grass as if nothing had happened.

“As expected of Centaur-sama.”

“Centaur-sama, we hope that you will aid us again.”

“We will prepare delicious wild grass.”

They lowered their heads to Centaur as the workers carried the fragmented rocks.

” … As expected of Jofre-aniki’s companion, even your slow donkey is not to be trifled with.”