What it Takes to Win. (4.1)

Life is an unfair game. For anyone to truly be victorious then they must beat each and every one of their enemies into submission using the most effective way possible, a seamless victory. Any advantage gained by your enemies gets you closer to your demise. Any leverage no matter how small can be abused and showing even the tiniest of vulnerability is nothing short of ideal to others. Any act of weakness or a single defeat has consequences that linger till the end of it all, there is no victory without effectively dealing with loose ends. You cannot succumb to the wills of others else you bring yourself closer to your destruction, you cannot let them have the advantage or have you lose a possible opportunity. For to be victorious is to be ruthless, uncaring and lastly, efficient.

There are plenty who would sacrifice everything for victory, even a slimmer of hope shown to the purest of souls can corrupt their minds. Because winning is not a result of our pride or greed or any other vice, it is the byproduct of our survival, a single instinctual thought which focuses on an individual's self-preservation rather than the benefit of all. Only the fittest has the chance to live another day. Expose your true self and be exploited, follow the strong and be continuously be used by them, show mercy to those you've fallen and be attacked once they've strengthened themselves. To be the winner in life is to never be afraid, take caution, have no mercy and be efficient, for you may never know that the things you've done today or the people you've met would lead you to your loss. My past had been riddled with defeat and I'm sick of it. To win today is to live another day tomorrow and so far, I have a long life ahead of me.

My body swayed from side to side, following the motion of the horse-drawn carriage. The thick stench of the wagon's cargo dealt its way towards my nostrils. Glancing towards my companion, who despite keeping her eyes closed, her face told only of her discomfort but this time she tried to ignore it. Well, at least Yukinoshita's not complaining nor insulting me, that's an upside if I ever see one.

Seeing nothing better to do than stare at the aforementioned High-Elf, which if she noticed, would brand me as some sort of pervert…That I'm not, mind you! So instead I opted to stare outside. Trees of all sizes quickly moved past us as we continued our journey towards the town. The forest had enough foliage to hide whatever monster lurks in the shadows, so I didn't really have the best view, aside from the trees I've mentioned earlier.

Behind us was another carriage, manned by a fellow merchant under Felthorn. The merchant yawned, noting nothing out of the ordinary. Sitting beside him was a large man, a guard who's fully equipped with a sword and shield. If I remembered correctly, the guard's rugged face was one of the people who laughed at Yukinoshita. Well~ I'm sure he's going to die sooner or later, whether it be because he was overconfident or because of Obaa-san, you can never know.

The carriage in front of ours belongs to Felthorn, at least judging from the refined ornaments decorating its outside and its Red Marewood exterior. And if what he said earlier was true, then its seats would probably be cushioned or something. You know what, I'm starting to regret not riding with that guy. Sure, he's less than pleasant to talk to but I'm sure by responding 'I see' or 'Is that so' it'll satisfy the guy's talkative nature. And hey! It works with a certain child-minded adventurer so I doubt it won't work on a self-centered prick.

From what I gathered earlier, each wagon holds different items. Some having more value than the others, and the more valuable ones have more guards. This makes sense to some degree, but it also makes it more likely for the ones guarding it steal the items. And judging from the treatment most of them received, it'll happen eventually but hey, it's not my problem.

The first one holds what appears to be perishable goods like fine flour and eggs, the easiest ones to discard if need be. The second one has ores, flint, salt, and oil, valuable but replaceable given the right connections. The fourth one, ours by the way, holds mostly manure, gravel, and sand, not sure who's buying that stuff. And the fifth wagon holds…a variety of things that are, well, I guess some people have that sort of, preference, I'm still trying to figure out why he's selling that. And finally, the middle carriage, where Felthorn comfortably sits, is the biggest mystery. Even I'm not sure what those are because each item was either wrapped or boxed. Felthorn not telling us may lead us to some trouble along the road.

Despite there being a total of ten guards and six merchants, not including Felthorn, I doubt that this caravan could fight against a monster. Though I'm not one to underestimate others, judging from both Felthorn's treatment of his workers and the secluded road we're taking, it'll only be a matter of time before something happens, and I doubt I wouldn't be involved in it. Aaa~h!

The elf girl in front of me continued to keep her eyes close, it doesn't seem like she's trying to sleep. But I guess Obaa-san's just trying to avoid having eye contact with me since the last time we've talked, which was just a three hours ago mind you…Wait did I actually hurt her feelings or something? Is this the fabled 'Silent Treatment'? Is Obaa-san petty enough to resolve in guilt-tripping me for proving a point? Sucks to be her then because I like the silence.

…

"A-Ahem!" A cough was heard from the caravan, but it was neither from me nor Yukinoshita. Instead, it came from outside, specifically from the coach of the carriage. A young teenager eyed us nervously, specifically Yukinoshita. I mean who could blame him? The way Obaa-san glares at you makes you wish you were never born, and in the very short time I've known her, I'm sure she's thinking of the same thing.

"Ahh, umm~! I-It seems that there's been an accident…We're umm~ told to go back and use another route." His voice cracked as he spoke. An accident huh?

"In particular, what is that accident?" Yukinoshita asked, similarly suspicious of such a coincidence.

"It, umm~, seems like a h-hole appeared out of nowhere. I'm n-not really sure how it h-happened." A hole? In the middle of a forest full of cover for an ambush? Away from any potential sources of help? Not to mention it suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Plus, Felthorn's extravagant carriage and mysterious cargo possibly attracting attention? Only an idiot wouldn't know what's going to happen next…Aaa~h! Why do I keep getting mixed with other people's problems? I let out a tired sigh while adjusting my mask.

"Aaa~h…Just alert Felthorn and the other guards." I deadpanned. Again, only idiots wouldn't know what's going to happen next.

"Umm~…N-Not to be rude or a-anything but is there umm a r-reason to call t-them?"

I looked at him, his face revealed a puzzled expression. I looked at Yukinoshita, though she hid it through an expressionless mask, her cluelessness was very obvious…Finally, even after all the years I've spent as an adventurer, only now had my faith in both human and elf kind plummet to zero. If the God those fanatics obsess about really do exist, I blame you for the creation of sentient beings in the first place.

The Lone Princess of Ice and Snow. (1.1)

I fixed my posture in an effort to make myself comfortable but alas, no matter how I twist my form I still continue to feel the hardened seat of this old carriage. The wretched smell emanating from the cargo did little to fix my convenience. I knew of the comforts I was giving up the day I decided to become an adventurer. Still, all my complains would all prove to be in vain, so instead I'll opt to keep quiet and maintain my demeanor. Doing so led me to stare at my companion.

Seated across me is my party member, clothed entirely in black leather armor. His hooded cloak perfectly hid his dark hair, while a mask covered his lower face only leaving eyes visible, to which I could only describe as rotten. Sheathed in his belt were small throwing knives, with a dagger hidden behind his back. The adventurer continued to stare outside of the carriage seemingly waiting for something, and he has done so since the young merchant had alerted the guards.

Hachiman Hikigaya, a B Ranked adventurer and by far the most mysterious. His presence is almost invisible, mostly ignored by his peers and only seen by guild staff. Despite his high rank, he continues to take only low-tier quests, much to the enjoyment of the few who do notice him as they see him as nothing more than a joke. Of which I could only deny.

Apathetic. Cynical. Uncaring…Efficient. From the very short time I have known this man, all of the such can define his nature. His ways remind me so much of Mother. Still, he's denial of change only irks me further.

This man before me seems to revel in the current state of the world, and beings such as he, are the ones responsible for the existence of such static and detestable society. If I wish to truly prove my worth, then I'll first have to change him. I'll have to better think of a way to change him before I dare to help change the lives of my people.

Him continuing to vigorously observe his surrounding tell only of a looming danger, may it be a monster attack or an ambush. I trust in his instinct that said attack would be possible. Should it come to that, I must protect everyone who cannot do so themselves.

Then, a familiar sensation coursed through me. A feeling of change tickled my senses as mana was dispersed into this reality. Afterward, the earth shook while the horses neighed in panic. An ambush. To think someone had the gall to ambush a caravan, truly society had fallen too low.

Before I could even grab my staff, Hikigaya had already leaped into action. Quickly following suite, I saw him as he grabbed a single throwing knife and threw directly towards the bell behind us. The sound of the blade hitting the chime alerted the guards, almost all of them unsheathed their arms and began to ready a battle stance.

I expected there to be a barrage of arrows or a group of mercenaries quickly engaging the guards, instead there was silence. The foliage of the forest proved to make a decent cover for our assailants, much to our disadvantage. So, I opted to find the mana, which was used to shape the earth, but it seems I was too late as it had already dispersed.

From the corner of my eye, I saw movement, another guard seemed to have noticed it as well. The rustling noise of it as it moved closer to a bush alerted the other guards, their expressions tensed up as their stares bore holes into the scrub. Bravely, a guard moved closer, the large man slowly approached a bush, cautiously stepping closer ready to swing his longsword.

Like the wind, I could feel a projectile pass just beside me. Its destination is the gap between the guard's armor. My eyes widened at the sight as blood gushed from his side, the sudden attack made him lose balance and fall to the ground.

I reacted quickly and rushed towards the fallen man. Cupping my hands, mana flowed from it and gathered onto my palms.

"Ihma Falko Belta!"

A golden glow radiated from my hands as I cast a mending spell. The dust and mud dirtied my robe as I kneeled beside the man. The guard's face was contorted in agony. One could only guess how much pain he is suffering as an arrow sticking out of him. A scream escaped his lips as I pulled the arrow out.

Just as I was about to heal his wounds, another arrow shot out from the thicket before us. I cannot cast another spell to protect us since I am yet to finish my mending spell, else I face a rebound. Even if I did, I wouldn't have enough time to even finish my magic.

Time seemed to slow as the arrows grew closer to me. Despite me and the guard beside me being the intended victims of the projectiles, it never reached us. To my surprise, I saw metallic blurs hit the shaft of the arrow, splitting them in half whilst changing their destination. Missing me by an inch.

It seems that Hikigaya-kun saw the arrows before I could react towards it, his quick reactions had given me enough time to help the guard. Pressing my palms onto his side, I feel my vitality weaken as the wound closed. Having saved the man's life, I cast another spell.

"Ihma Alha Ousiralthel"

Four ice crystals formed in thin air. I launched the first two towards the shrubbery, which prompted the assailant to dodge. As the mercenary jumped into the air. Having anticipated this, I punished his action by firing the other two blunted ice crystals into his direction. Its body hit the tree trunk from behind, it moved its legs to stand up only to fall down once more in response to the pain.

Having decommissioned the bandit who tried to take both my and the guard's life, I looked to my side and saw all of the chaos unfold.

Bandit. Has light armor possibly Barwian silk. Armed with a short sword, low reach, extremely sharp. His movement shows experience. Outmatch compared to a B Ranked adventurer. Dodge downward slash. Outbalanced. Hit larynx. Bandit staggers backward. Punish, hit temple with the dagger's blunt rear bolster. Attacker decommissioned. Moved to another one.

Horses neighed as arrows and bandits zoomed past them. Their whines were silenced, from their corpses arrows were pinned through, another horse managed to escape and ran away with all its might. And with that, one of our options for escape had been dealt with.

Tch! Didn't expect them to be this organized. If this were some ordinary bandit ambush, then I doubt they'll even have the courage to attack a caravan with ten guards unless they have large enough numbers…No, perhaps they have a goal in mind other than stealing the products.

Another thing that's interesting is their strategy. Normal ambushes would often overpower their targets through sheer number, but here, there's none of that. Send out vanguards. Attack the closest guard then archers shoot them down while they're distracted. Afterward, they would disappear once more into the forest. Completely hidden till they strike again.

This strategy proves lethal to Felthorn's less experienced guards. Not only does this create a sense of dread as they don't know who's going to be taken down next, but it also lowers their morale. Again, this is not some ordinary bandit group…no, they're too coordinated for this.

I felt my hair stand up. The temperature rose as a fireball was launched towards me. Given my agility, I should be able to easily jump over it, except there are people behind me. Before my mind could even think, a wall of ice appeared out of nowhere, blocking the flaming projectile and the wall quickly disintegrating due to the heat.

It seems Yukinoshita's a better team player than I thought, I'm sure if it was any other person, they would've let me take the damage, not that I can't survive it mind you.

Just as I was about to rush another bandit, an arrow appeared out of the woods. Judging from its angle, its aimed towards my chest. I was able to successfully misdirect the arrow by throwing a knife at it. Knife, two; Arrows, zero. In one swift movement, another one of my knives became airborne, only to embed itself into a tree.

From what I could gather, their group consists of multiple archers and a few more bandits acting as vanguards. Even more concerning is the appearance of a mage or seemingly the lack thereof. It seems like I'm correct, this isn't some normal group of bandits.

Noticing my presence, another bandit rushed me with a sword at hand. Gladius sword to be specific, short-range, extremely sharp, designed for stabbing. Use momentum against him. Side-step then grab his right wrist. While avoiding any major blood vessel, stab his hand with a throwing knife. Let goes of his sword. Throw a left jab at the right temple. Instant knockout. Don't grab the knife else causes bleeding. How stupid can you get? You just saw me take down your ally then you stupidly decide to charge me?! Their group may be organized compared to ours, but as individuals, they're stupid as hell!

Again, arrows shot out from the woods, four this time. Each fired with a moment's delay and are fired from two opposite directions. Heh, to a normal person they would've been hit by one even if they tried to dodged. Fortunately, or not, I'm not your average person.

I threw a single knife onto the first arrow, specifically aiming for its metallic point. The knife had enough momentum to deflect the arrow, which started a chain reaction. The first arrow hit the second, then it hit the third and so on. The arrows literally spun around me as they hit each other. Heh, I'm sure that made me look awesome. I'm sure artisans of all kinds would make me repeat such an awesome technique, paying me money for my skills...On second thought, maybe not.

The trees gave them enough cover to avoid getting spotted or hit. But whenever they need to fire, these archers would need to peek from their hiding spot and that's the perfect opportunity for me to exploit. Being dumbstruck by my stunt, two of them didn't notice the throwing knives headed towards their directions. The blunt handle of the blades hit them directly in their foreheads. Before I even had the chance to acknowledge the other bandits, they've already hidden into the forest.

An outcry could be heard as two bandits struck down a guard. One of which was about to end the man's life when suddenly he was frozen in place. The second attacker didn't have a chance to retreat with me hitting him square in the head with my knife.

"Ihma Falko Belta!"

Yukinoshita's hands glowed as she cast a spell. Mere moments later, the guard's wound had fully closed. The elf's pale skin was even whiter than before, her eyes were closed half-lid possibly due to overuse of her magic. Just by looking at her, one could tell she can't keep going. I mean she looks like an undead for god's sake!

"Y-You stay…h-here."

She almost whispered. Before, every time she moved, a sense of elegance and grace could be seen. But now, Yukinoshita's like a wobbling drunkard. It seems like her mental fatigue had taken a toll on her.

"Yukinoshita."

Ignored, she used her staff for support as her legs couldn't support her own weight. Judging with how quickly she came to the guard's aid as soon as he fell, I assume Yukinoshita has been tending those guys' wounds. You're a mage, not a bloody healer, idiot.

"Oy! Yukinoshita!" She continued to walk away, seemingly deaf to my calls.

You being stubborn is just makes it even worse. Her ice-blue eyes which normally held a sense of superiority is now replaced with sheer determination. Such resolve brings forth recklessness, sooner or later she'll bite more than she can even shallow.

As if fate is toying with me, seven arrows shot out. Three were headed towards my direction while the other four moved towards Yukinoshita's. Tch! Given her state, she'll no doubt get hit. I've already grabbed my knife when.

"Ihma Alha Kumaez"

A wall of ice appeared out of nowhere. The projectiles became embedded in the barrier. There was only one magic-user in the entire caravan. I glanced at Yukinoshita, expecting her to have finally fainted for taxing her body, instead I saw the same look of conviction. Exhaustion is still present, but she kept going…Only an idiot doesn't know when it's better to give up.

Shadows loomed from above us as five bandits jumped over the barrier, each armed with a short sword. They've likely noticed Yukinoshita's ice spell and her healing the guards. Her meddling with the other guards has put a target on her head.

Before three of them could even land, my knives have already hit their arms. The pain made them drop their weapons and fall epically onto the ground. Yukinoshita on the other hand, had only stopped a single one, using an ice crystal to knock one out. For someone barely able to stand, you sure are good at knocking people's lights out. I imagine being hit an ice block bigger than brick gonna hurt.

That leaves two bloodthirsty outlaws pointing their blades towards her heart. She won't be able to evade that…Tch! I'm out of throwing knives. Moving towards their prey, I pushed Yukinoshita away and one's blade came in contact with my dagger while my scabbard was almost split in two, as I used it to shield the elf. That cost me 50 copper coins…Yeah, she really owes me now.

With one swift kick to the groin, my left assailant let out a screech and fell down. The one on my right grabbed his short sword off the sheath, wanting to stab me with it. Don't worry, I'll make sure to punch you lightly, so I could beat you over and over again without you passing out on me.

Just as I was about to beat the crap out of said bandit, a loud screech was heard. From the Red Marewood carriage, a plump man is forcibly being dragged by the hair by an equally large individual. A dark robe covered the entirety of this mysterious entity. The remainder of Felthorn's guards quickly rushed towards the weirdly dressed man. One positioned his longsword atop his head, ready to strike the attacker's head…Why the hell would you charge at a mage?!

One must never let their recklessness overcome their logic, take note and be cautious of everything which surrounds your life. For you may never know, which detail may prove decisive in ending your life.

Piercing the already chaotic nature of this raid, another deafening scream negated Felthorn's own. In the blink of an eye, a corpse flew straight towards a carriage, instantly shattering the wooden wall. Like rain, it showered debris and destroyed goods fell from all directions. The once living guard, in an instant, became nothing but a mutilated carcass.

Like the guard's death was some sort of signal, eight arrows shot out from the forest. With them, eleven more bandits came forth and without even giving me a moment's break, engaged our already weary force. Eleven against eight guards, plus me and an already tired Yukinoshita. Tch! This is going to be rough.

The merchant screamed as he was dragged by the hair further worsened the tension in the air. Four of the projectiles missed, the remainder of which easily pierced through armor's gaps as they hit the guards. I stopped Yukinoshita before she even stood up.

"You're weak enough already…If you try to help them then you'll just forfeit everyone's life. Think rationality about the situation." So, our mystery mage had finally arrived, and with them more of those archers. And now, they've taken Felthorn hostage…Aaa~h! Fate really does love the toy with me.

What it Takes to Win a Battle. (4.2)

Metal clashed with metal as my blade was met with another. Low sweep kick. Was easily dodged. Counters with a knee strike. Dodge. Two arrows behind me. Strife left then right.

Utilizing the angle from which the arrows came from, our resident mage fired off a barrage of ice crystals. Leaves were shaken off the trees as said missiles only hit their trunk. Yukinoshita's keeps on forcing herself, even though she's on the verge of exhaustion her spells are as precise as before. Well~ as long as she can fight, I won't complain that much.

The bandit I was fighting fell back and into the foliage once more. Tch! Their tactics are mostly hit and run, using the forest to their advantage. If one were to charge into the thicket then they'll no doubt be sniped by an archer. Their strategy is underhanded…I could one day use this. Chasing after Felthorn and healing the guards should be the top priority but it's not like they'll allow us to do that. Meaning we're stuck until we defeat every last one of them.

The remnants of the second carriage still scattered the battlefield. Scraped ores, pierced sacks of salt and broken pots of oil…Oil, a very flammable substance. But fundamentally useless because we don't have a starter and we're in the middle of a forest…On second thought maybe it's not that useless

But four of the five carriages remained intact…And given the scenario, they may be our key to victory. Two bandits engage one of the guards, Yukinoshita notices and quickly sends a rush of cold air. One quickly jumped away but the other one became distracted, the guard took the opportunity and was ready to cleave the bandit's face off.

I easily cleared the gap and was able to knock the assailant's lights out with a left hook. The guard let out a grunt of annoyance as he stopped the momentum of his broadsword, barely missing my hood. The large man tightly held his sword, shaking visibly.

Of the eleven criminals, we've knocked out three, they don't have the number advantage, but they still have control over the battlefield. It's time to even the odds.

The Lone Princess of Ice and Snow. (1.2)

My body could no longer support my own weight, it's as if the ground itself is pulling me to come closer. The staff which enhanced my spells acted as a crutch to help me stand. Still, for me to be so weak as to not help the people suffering before me. To think I would be useless in the face of adversity once more. How pretentious of me.

I could hear hurried footsteps as two bandits rushed me from behind. A similar mask covered their faces, keeping their identity's a secret. Pointing the crystal point of my staff towards them, I cast an ice wall spell.

"Ihma Alha Kumaez"

The slower one of the two was caught off guard and retreated. The more agile one used my spell against me, using it to their leverage and easily jumping over it. I only have moments before my assailant reaches me, no time for me to cast a spell. I blocked the short sword by parrying it with my staff. The pointed blade came closer as it was given more force by the bandit. Had I reserved my strength then I would not have been overpowered so easily.

One of my knees gave and my body fell closer to the ground. However, before I was overwhelmed and killed, a brown blur tackled my aggressor, knocking him off me. It was the young merchant from before, said boy was struggling against his larger adversary. Without a second to waste, I cast another spell.

"Erima Iraesa Leazin"

With enough accuracy, I was able to avoid hitting the young merchant and instead aimed the cold air towards the bandit. Wind powerful enough to lift up trees sent the mercenary flying. Ice crystals formed on the mercenary's clothes, only to be broken as he hit a tree with sufficient enough force to shake it.

"Are you alright? I-I mean you were almost hurt by that guy!"

The young trader frantically asked. My lips slightly curled upwards. Knowing full well that my attacker was armed, he willingly risked danger to save someone. Such bravery from a young man, it seems there's still hope for the future after all.

"I'm fine, no need to worry about me. Go take cover within one of the carriages."

Is what I would've told the boy if it weren't for my body losing whatever strength it had left. My eyelids felt heavy, everything around became a blur and slowly my vision darkened. My body collapsed, only for something to catch my shoulder, and prevented me from falling. Before I was a pair of eyes akin to that of a dead fish.

"To need help from a non-combatant, you really are stubborn."

A retort formed within my mouth. Before I could even utter it, my mind turned blank. I overdid it, didn't I?

And with that, Obaa-san fell unconscious. I told her to stop healing those guys, but she insisted, I really hate dealing with stubborn people, Hiratsuka's enough as is. Logically, it's better to deal with the attacker than continuously healing the damage caused by them. Yukinoshita may be a peculiar mage but she's still an F Ranked adventurer.

"You." While supporting Yukinoshita, I aimed my gaze towards the boy from earlier. I'm sure most people would praise him for being brave, but I'm not most people.

"Hii~h!" …Okay, ignoring that high-pitched screech.

"You willingly went out from your hiding spot, and then put your life in danger despite knowing that there are other combatants around." I made my point clear if he was injured then who do you think would've healed him? The other idiot. "How stupid are you?"

Bravery is just a word dumbasses like to use when they do something stupid. Voluntarily being 'heroic' is the same as being naïve and following the lead of said idiots how you're trying to rescue, if they weren't so dumb then they won't saving in the first place. It is better to be called a coward for living another day than to be called a 'hero' for being brave.

"I-I was t-trying to save her!" By trying to fight someone probably ten times stronger than you? If youth really is the hope of the future, then our future's fucked. Knowing that this conversation would go nowhere, I decided to ask him about the situation, how many guards can still fight and other things.

"A-Almost all of the guards were h-hurt but thanks to Yukinoshita-san, a lot of them were saved. Five of them seem to still be fighting." Eight versus Six, minus our mage. Tch! This is going to be rough.

She really is stubborn, despite telling her not to, Obaa-san continued to help. Sacrificing yourself in the face of the adversary may seem noble but being morally right doesn't mean you'll live another day. Kind souls die faster than those who don't care.

"And the other merchants? Where are they hiding?" He was about to point towards where they were taking refuge, I quickly grabbed his arm.

"So, they're alright?" If the archers were to see where the other merchants are, then they might focus their fires at it. I can't risk it. The boy nervous nodded. Great.

"Here, take Yukinoshita there. I'll distract them." I handed him the ice queen's unconscious body. At her current state, she's nothing more than a burden. Time to even the odds with these bandits.

Hiding behind one of the carriages, I signaled the young merchant to leave as soon as I throw something. His face scrunched in anxiety as he readied himself to run while supporting Yukinoshita on his shoulders.

I held two silver stones in my hands, iron ore if I recall. Footsteps closed in on our location, and in one quick throw, I struck the two bandits on their forehead. Boom! Headshot! The boy quickly dashed towards cover as arrows flew towards me. Hah! Haven't they learned their lesson? Arrows are useless against me!

Arrowheads met my blade then ricocheted back towards the forest. Putting force onto my legs, I bounded towards the inside of the first carriage. Guards around me rasped in surprise, only to dodge the oncoming projectiles that were supposed to be aimed at me.

The wooden carriage creaked with my weight and wood being hit by metal rang in my ear. From the inside of the wagon, I saw three arrowheads peek out from the wooden walls. They must think I'm some cornered animal and they're my hunter, being slighted is the best advantage you could get, mistakes often occur due to a person's overconfidence. Closing my eyes, I let my ears search for a specific sound. I heard blades clash with one another and groans of pain from the guards. Focusing even more, bows creaked as they are pulled back with an arrow strung between the strings, these noises though faint sounded in my ears.

Grabbing four sacks from the carriage, I then lobbed all four outside. And in that instant, the archers noticed movement and they let go of their bowstring. The battlefield was immediately covered in white dust as arrows pierced through the sacks.

Like a smokescreen, the fine flour made it impossible for the archers to focus us down…But that wasn't even the entire plan. White dust spread all around. Assessing no guard within the radius of the flour, I dashed towards the edge of the smokescreen. From the ground lay hundreds of dark-colored minerals. Striking the familiar-looking stone to my dagger created sparks, which then ignited the starch within the flour.

Just as planned, heat slighted scorched by back as a giant fireball erupted just behind me, which quickly spread into the oil scattered ground. The guards panicked from the sight, alongside them were our attackers. Every sentient beings rely on impulses and instincts when surprised however, it takes twenty seconds for them to calm down and think logically. Any rogue knows those mere seconds could create opportunities that you could exploit. If the dirt pathway was chaotic before, imagine setting it on fire.

While the remainder of the attacking force and our own was distracted by the explosion and the subsequential fire, I went into the forest. Everyone's focus was still on the giant explosion. An archer still rattled by the fire didn't see me coming. With a quick hook to the temple, he was knocked out. He dropped his weapon, a bow, and an arrow. If Zaimokuza even catches wind of this, he'll never let me live it down.

Breathe in, breathe out. Focus on your target and predict whatever move they'll make. Be prepared and stay cautious. Everyone is a threat. Smoke masks your presence. Feel the bow and its arrow. No gust of wind. Perfect conditions. Let go.

Using the bow and arrows of this bandit, I hit two other foragers on the shoulder. The smoke gave way as the projectiles blew into the air hitting the remaining vanguards of their group. In quick succession I took out the other archers by striking them on their arms, disabling their ability to fight without injuring a major vessel.

An arrow embedded itself beside me, hitting the trunk of an old tree. I quickly took cover, only to see that the arrow actually pierced through my cover. Shit. Again, three arrows were shot out. The third barely hitting my skin, because it tore through my cloak…That cost me eight silver coins.

The muscle just beneath my left eye twitch. I maneuvered towards the nearest log and rapidly shot out five arrows. Like before, they fired at me and I fired back, arrows flew through the air in breathtaking speeds. Three archers versus me, every arrow shot intentionally missed their intended target. I outmatch them in pure marksmanship while they have the advantage in numbers and firing rate, thankfully I don't plan to hit them.

Our duel lasted for around forty seconds. The three grunted in pain as the remaining guards were able to finally pinpoint the archers' positions and ambush them. Took them long enough.

What it Takes to Win a Battle. (4.3)

A rope was tied around the wrists and ankles of each bandit, stripped of any weapon or armor they had and sat in a seiza position, making it hard for any of them to stand up. Now suffer you trash! How dare you destroy my scabbard and tear my cloak, do you have any idea how much that cost me! The cord I used to capture animals was from the same length I used to capture rabbits. We may have taken out the bandit group however, the task is far from over. I'll leave the interrogation to the guards because I have other things to take care of.

Armed with a quiver of arrows, a bow, four of my throwing knives, my dagger and a short sword. All I needed to do now was follow the fresh tracks created by Felthorn, which seems like thrashing around like a child worked out for him after all.

I was about to dash to the forest when a hand grabbed my shoulder. Looking over, I saw determined eyes as he met my own. It was the first guard Yukinoshita had saved.

"I'm coming with you."

"…" Along with him, three of the okay guards stood up as well. The same fire present in each of their expressions. Oy! I feel like I'm gonna melt you know, quit looking at me like that…Can't you just look at Obaa-san? I'm sure such heated gazes would melt her frozen heart, Ahh~ who am I kidding? You're like a bunch of kindles compared to Miss Ice Queen.

"They've taken our boss and killed Sadon, may the gods be damned if don't kill that man!"

Anger. Hatred. Vengeance. All present in them, I don't really understand how they're determined to kill the same man who could so easily kill them the same way that other guy died. I especially don't understand why they're so ready to rescue Felthorn, because as far as I'm concerned, he was a true demon to them. Yeah, a demon with a load of money but a demon nonetheless.

Emotions dull…everything. With the way they are acting, these guards are pretty much signing a death sentence by helping me face an unknown mage. I've observed them fight and believe me, even rookie knights are better than them. And now that they're angry? Last time I checked they weren't berserk barbarians so no. The only reason they even been able to fight was because of Yukinoshita, and without her? They're better off being fodder.

"…No"

"Why the fuck not!?" Quickly the taller man grabbed my collar, bringing my face closer to his. I would appreciate it if you brushed more before shouting at me, particularly my face.

"That fuck took our boss! You think we'll get paid without him!" Oh of course! They don't really care about Felthorn as a person, to which I understand completely they just care to get paid! Money really is synonymous with your life, lack the money no one gives a shit, have a lot then everyone wants you.

"And that guy killed Sadon! For fuck's sake. You think I can stand doing nothing while that shit fucking breathes?!"

An eye for an eye, a life for a life. The act of revenge, doing another violence with the same violence they've been put off with. Any sentient being knows of the feeling of vengeance, humans especially are the most vengeful beings there are, even compared to the supposed evil races we are by far the most violent and greedy.

"…You barely survived fighting off a couple of bandits, you think you can fight a mage now?" Be aware of your place, in this world power is the currency. Lacking strength? Use your brain, abuse your speed, agility, anything at your disposable. But lack all of it, then you're better off being stepping stones to others. I remembered those words perfectly as they echoed in my mind.

"Don't fuck with me!" The large guard reeled his fist, with the intention of hitting me with it. And like a child, he throws a tantrum for not getting what he wants. Time to act as a parent and slap him till he behaves.

Unarmed guard. Inexperienced and heavily relies on strength. Close proximity. Punch destination is my face. Guard still grabbing onto my cloak. Knee his solar plexus. Let go of cloak. Use the momentum of punch to throw him. His body is thrown into a thicket, his landing is not something I'll call graceful.

He landed on a bush, while the two other guards beside me had already unsheathed their blades. Feeling threatened due to me defending myself from the first guard, the other two attacked as well. I simultaneously dodged their efforts with ease and kicked their chests. Still conscious, they looked at me with hated eyes. I just defended myself and now I'm the bad guy? I mean they attacked me first.

"There goes you, adventurers." The third guard coughed. "Lording your skills and abilities to us like some sort of god." He then coughed harder due to the force of my kick. There's a reason people are stronger than others, inheritance, talent, fame whatever it was, there are plenty who would feel jealous of those better than them. Even if they didn't know the circumstances as to why they became like that. Why I chose to be an adventurer. To lord my skills? Ha! I don't need to show anything to anyone it is their own fault for feeling insecure in the first place, so long as they don't get in my way then I'll let them be jealous.

I grabbed my fallen bow. "Guards those bandits properly, none of you even have the skill to fight them off." People are motivated by lust, pride or greed. As for me? Nothing really matters anymore.

I didn't even need to look back to feel the dark glares I'm receiving from those guards…Not like I care.

Fodders those guards may have been, they would be more of a burden than an asset. Like any idiot, I'm sure they'll just charge right in and give away our position. In combat, your emotions are the worst things you could carry with you. Emotions equal vulnerability and that means death.

The branches of some saplings were broken and bent, like something, forced its way through it. Again, it would take a moron to not track down the mage and Felthorn I mean he didn't even cover his tracks. It's like the man's so confident in his bandits that he didn't care what happens, knowing that they'll be victorious…Or maybe he still has a trick up his sleeve, I need to remain cautious.

Checking the muddy ground, I could spot a pair of footsteps along with a trail. It was as if a large and annoying man was forcibly dragged through here, said person was probably flailing around like an irritating child…Fits Felthorn's description perfectly. Still one could never be too cautious, I climbed a nearby tree to survey the land and see the enemy's perimeter.

A natural cliff and a forest clearing. Slightly covered by the trees. Neither Felthorn nor the mage is in sight. Focus on hearing. Birds chirping in distress. A slight gust of wind. Focus harder. A masculine voice along with a whimpering one. Unable to distinguish correctly however appears to be alone.

Tch! I don't even know if that guy has a back-up. On the side note, Felthorn seems to be alive probably a crying mess but alive nonetheless. If our mystery mage wanted to kill him then he'd probably done so earlier. Heck if I wanted to kill the man in the first place, I would've killed him the first chance I got, I'm not gonna waste effort dragging that guy this far. This attack was meant to capture Felthorn, for what reason? That I should find out. I wouldn't know anything up here so with my agility, I easily jumped down and landed perfectly on a bush.

Slowly I approached the enemy encampment. Tied to a tree was a crying man child, his face was littered with snot and tears. The large bulky man stood menacingly before Felthorn, his face similar to some barbarians I've met before, which means he looks gruff and threatening. You know, if he hadn't taken his hood off, I would've assumed he was an orc. A dragon tattoo on his left arm. You Mr. Mystery Mage-san, you look more like a warrior or barbarian than a mage, I mean mages are normally scrawny scholarly types not body-builder type, I mean his biceps are probably bigger than my head!

"P-Please let me go! I'll give y-you a-anything just that hurt me! I h-have money at the carriage just don't hurt me!" Felthorn pathetically whimpered. The mage just looked unimpressed but judging by the twitching under his left eye I'm sure he's going to break, I could only guess the amount of patience this guy has.

"I-I h-have m-magic potions and grimoires! Just let me go please!" The merchant continued to whine, offering gold, magic weapons and certain items to the man who's currently taking him hostage. How annoying can you get? And at that moment.

"For crying out loud! Some dumb fuck wanted you alive but I'm so close to killing you myself! So you best shut up before I sew your mouth close!" The mage shouted as his sanity depended on it since he's with Felthorn that appears to be the case. "I wasn't paid enough for this shit" He murmured to himself.

"Hii~h!" ...What is it with people and high-pitched screeches? Do you even know how irritating that sounds? The mage rubbed his temple while sighing in defeat. Despite seemingly being the head to this ambush, I respect this man, I'm sure only the strongest of will could even survive Felthorn's barrage. In a startled manner the mage looked into the forest, moments later a series of ice crystals launched their way towards him. He dodged most of the attack, but one hit him on his upper torso, slightly pushing him backward while unscathed. He then revealed that he actually caught the projectile, and in his grasp was a blunt ice crystal.

…Okay, hands down this guy's scary, a mage and body-builder combo are to powerful damn it! I know of one person in the caravan that has the ability to create that much ice, though I hope I'm wrong. The temperature rose as another fireball was formed from thin air, only to be launched towards the forest. The fire sizzled in as it came into contact with a solid wall, steam emitted from the forest along with a dark silhouette launching itself towards the merchant's captor.

A familiar blue hue shone through the clearing as the crystal tip of the staff met with the sun's rays. The figure wore a long blue robe, even in a distance, one could see the embroidered runes on it. Raven hair flowed through the wind, her delicate face holds only determination. …It's Yukinoshita isn't it? Goddamn it.

The Lone Princess of Ice and Snow. (1.3)

Due to my own weakness, I was unable to help those in need. No matter how much power and authority I hold, it seems I would forever be unable to aid the masses. Maybe if I had simply listened, then I would've never failed.

I grew conscious as the putrid scent of what seems to be manure flooded my nostrils. My eyes swiftly opened while my body flinched on its own acting disgusted to the smell. To think someone had the nerve to humor me with an animal's excrement. I expected to see a familiar set of dead eyes with a smug look on his face instead, I saw the youthful face of that young merchant. Surrounding him were the five other merchants, riddled in each of their looks were anxiety and fear.

"It worked!" The people surrounding me left out a sigh. What the young trader held in his hands was a small vial with purple liquid. Was it not manure that woke me up? I inquired him.

"U-Ummm~. This potion is said to wake anyone up, curing illusions and nightmares as well. I-I'm not entirely s-sure how it's made b-but Sir Felthorn said its made from A-Ammon salts."

Ammon salts? Such a bizarre name, though it may be due to human culture of sorts. But to think humans have a substance that could dispel unconsciousness and illusions. If I were to bring it my realm then it'll quickly become a necessity to soldiers and nobles alike. Examining my environment, I was inside one of the carriages. I recalled myself to be outside, fighting off a bandit only to then fall unconscious because of the mending spell.

"W-Well Hikigaya-san asked me to c-carry you here."

…Logical as it was to hide me alongside the non-combatants, it still irks me how I was unable to help fight off the raid. Why was I so weak to be defended by those I was supposed to protect? Was it simply hubris for me to think I can do such a task? Then what of my authority within my kingdom? Would whatever I do not be enough?

"…If the bandits have been dealt with, what happened with Felthorn?"

"After dealing with those guys…Hikigaya-san went on his own. The guards w-wanted to come but when he said n-no, a fight broke out."

A fight? I rubbed my temple in disbelief. Hopefully, Hikigaya-kun did not injure too much. Although, I doubt that he held back against them. He may seem unassuming at first, but he is still a high ranked adventurer. So, for ill-experienced guards to fight him, Hikigaya-kun would not take kindly to such actions.

Turning my focusing on how the man used his magic, it could be said that he used a magic spell of orcish origins, prioritizing power over mana efficiency. Due to the man's size, he would appear to be an orc, but he should be human, solely based on his gruff but humanlike speech. Still, for a man to learn such magic, he must be well taught in orcish culture and magic.

Since the person who had kidnapped Felthorn is a mage, it is becoming more apparent that I must fight alongside Hikigaya-kun. I do not mean to belittle his skill, but it would better for both of us to deal with this menace. Also knowing Hikigaya-kun's reputation then he would quickly find them, and it is possible for him to already engage the mage.

I was just about to leave when a hand grabbed my shoulder. It was one of the old merchants, his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes are filled with fear, darting towards me and the canopy of the forest. His hands tensed and shook as he stopped me from moving any further.

"Missy, you've just woken up. I don't know any better, but it wouldn't be wise for you to leave so suddenly."

…While I am thankful for his concern of me, I know that is not what he entirely meant. "Please don't leave! We wouldn't be able to protect ourselves." It may be cynical of me to assume such ulterior motives from the very people who hid me, still it is still quite understandable of their fears. However, it is my duty to lend my hand to those most in need of it. Even with their feelings of uncertainty, I cannot simply leave Felthorn's life in the hand of an adventurer such as he. I cannot dare to do nothing whilst someone else needs my assistance.

"You do not need to concern yourself with me, I had already regained enough of my strength to rescue Felthorn. Unless there is something else you wish to say."

The old man's gaze darted towards outside and my face, sweat dripped from his temple as he fidgeted with his fingers. Am I really intimidating to cause such a reaction?

"Y-You see, that buddy of yours w-went ahead already! I'm sure he'll come around."

"Even with that fact, I cannot simply sit still and to wait for good news, I wish to help in acquiring such revelation."

The old merchant tried to conceal his intentions, however his body betrayed him, telling of his true motive, which I've already deduced by now. Seeing how this conversation would proceed, I decided to follow Hikigaya-kun only for someone to grab my arm. I felt a slight force in his grasp. When my gaze came into contact with his, the merchant immediately let go. Not only did he have to gall to suddenly invade my privacy, to think he would stop me as well.

"I-It would r-really be best if you stayed with u-us, no point in injuring yourself for s-someone like Felthorn."

For someone like Felthorn…It appears there is a much deeper reason as to why he wishes to stop me. If he wishes for Felthorn to perish, however it would be unlikely for Hikigaya-kun to fail. Unlikely as it may be, there always a possibility and while I have the power to help, I would utilize it.

"…Even if I was heavily wounded, I would still will myself to help. For it is my duty to bear. So, stay here as I rescue Felthorn."

I had once experienced the feeling of having the ability to save someone but be utterly useless in doing so, I would not make the same mistakes again. As I declared my intentions, his eyes from a state of nervousness, slowly lit with frustration.

"P-Please just l-listen to what I have to s-say just let that adventurer deal w-with him."

It seems that no matter what I say, they would continue to push me into staying. Glancing towards the young merchant who had woken me up, it appears that he shares the same train of thought with the other traders. Such a shame. Instead of continuing this conversation, which could give me less time to rescue Felthorn I opted to go on.

"J-Just how hard-headed are you?!"

One of the younger merchants shouted, despite how his sweat dripped from his brows his eyes displayed a steady fire of irritation. I aimed my gaze to match his and he slightly backed down. Gathering his determination once more, he glared back.

"Are you that stupid?! Who cares if that devil dies! Hell, everyone would be glad if that fatso croaked!"

For him to think so ill of his fellow, I have seen the cruelty Felthorn has directed towards his men. But that is no reason to forfeit his life. The merchant continued.

"I-If we even have a choice, we would've left him long ago! But he has a chain around our necks! He's been nothing but a cruel tyrant to us! You think we care if he died?! You think anyone will?!"

His voice grew in intensity as he shouted. I have seen the things Felthorn has done to his men, but it is no reason to kill him. To execute a life is nothing but a meaningless endeavor, the sins committed by those killed would not be instantly solved, instead have them correct themselves and those they have sinned against. I narrowed my eyes at the man.

"So, you would leave him to die because he has done cruel things to you? Such a sad excuse to effectively kill him."

Instantly the merchant backed down, he tried to retort only for it to die in his throat. I have come to understand that all life is equal in worth, no one is born higher nor lower than others because every one of them have the ability to adapt and change, each has a will of their own and a people to mourn for their loss…

"Do you not understand killing those who have done would prove counter-productive? Instead of having said person fix their own misdeeds, you have killed and have others to suffer to solve it?"

The evil deeds a person does continues to linger even if they no longer dwell with the living, thousand years of war attest to this. Instead, have the person who's done said deeds remedy their own evil. Yes, there are times when the acts they've committed are impossible to forgive, then have them compensate for in other ways.

"You think your life is more valuable because he has committed cruel acts? Then wouldn't the soldiers and heroes you praise so much be worthless too? Have they not committed the same atrocity towards others?"

Plenty of the people they praise and idolize are murderers, killers who have ended another's life… I have sworn to never take another's life. Having heard what I've said, the other merchants cast their glances downwards. Convincing them to change their views would prove impossible given their current sentiment.

I grabbed my staff and hopped out from the caravan, I saw two figures from distance wrangle a horse. Wearing the same albeit damaged armor from the guards, I assumed they caught the beast in order to head towards town. It still surprises me how humans have tamed such a majestic being.

Patrolling the area were three more of the guards, it seems the bandits have been taken care of as all of them were tied and left sitting on the ground. A large pile of knives, swords and other weapons were stationed far from the captives, likely confiscated from them. The guards locked their gaze with me and simply batted an eye, almost uncaringly. From the pile of weapons, I grabbed a holster and a dagger. I am by no means inadequate in using melee weapons, having been trained in combat since I was a child. The brilliant rays of the sun stood strong as it passed noon. Entering the forest, I could feel the blank stares of those patrolling the area, I could only guess what Hikigaya-kun has done to them.

Dried leaves crumbled under my boot as I continued my trek to rescue Felthorn. Despite being covered by shrubbery, I could still feel the beating shine of the sun. It is best for me to hurry before it gets dark, I must find Felthorn, else get lost and be devoured by whatever lies in this forest. Having just awoken, I could feel my body strain as I moved forward.

Having some knowledge of Hikigaya-kun's skill, it is only a matter of time when he would locate Felthorn. I, however, doubt that he would be strong enough to fight said mage. I do not mean to undermine Hikigaya-kun's experience, but I am unsure if he even notices let alone knows of the different kinds of magic. He may be a proficient adventurer but that's where it ends, experience. Lacks magical potential unlike the rest of his peers, doesn't seem to possess superhuman strength and shown to only be above average in intelligence, comparable to most captains. Adding the strengths of the enemy, truly it would be best for both of us to fight the mystery mage.

What lay before my path was a set of broken saplings as if something forced its way through it. Along it was a pair of footprints on the muddy ground and trails like a large cargo was dragged through the ground…So the mage took Felthorn in this direction. I cannot sense any magic of any sort, perhaps Hikigaya-kun has yet to clash with the mage or they're engaging in a melee, however unlikely that may be. I continued to follow the trail.

As I neared a clearing, several whimpering pleas could be heard. And there, tied to a tree was Felthorn. The mage stood tall with his hood down and his sleeves rolled up, seemingly displaying his intimidating nature, no doubt a method to make Felthorn too afraid to escape. I could only imagine the atrocities done to Felthorn to render him to snivel like a child. The merchant offered riches and other such things for his freedom. Another thing to note was Hikigaya-kun's lack of presence, has he been taken out already or did I truly overestimate his capabilities. Then like thunder, the mage's shout made him quiet.

"For crying out loud! Some dumb fuck wanted you alive but I'm so close to killing you myself! So, you best shut up before I sew your mouth close!"

Even from this distance, I could feel the man's animosity. I could not simply stand here while I have the power to save Felthorn. I pointed my magic staff towards my adversary, it's blue crystal glowed brighter as it enhanced the mana I was released out of my body. The mana pooled together and formed ice crystals. Four…No, four would not be enough. Concentrating further proved difficult due to my exhaustion. Ignoring the possibility of a rebound, I cast a more advanced spell.

"Erima Alha Ousiralthel"

From four, it turned to twelve. And with as much force as I could muster, I launched each of these projectiles into him. Sensing the sudden flow of mana, the enemy mage put up his guard and was buffeted by a series of ice spikes. Most of which hit him, one however, the mage caught it.

"Is that all you got?"

The enemy taunted, increasing his grip strength. Instantly the ice crystal shattered like it was made of dried wood…My mind brought up a cruel thought of Hikigaya-kun or Felthorn's head being crushed by his hands. I need to keep my distance as close combat with him would be the end of me, his strength surely enough to have bones crumbled under him. Wasting no time, I cast another spell.

"Ihma Ehau Igodrio"

Exhaling a cold cloud of my breath, I felt my body lighten as my limbs and mind were enchanted to move quicker. My exhaustion was momentarily disappeared/ The enemy mage however did not wait for me, instead he unleashed a similar fire spell towards me. The flaming sphere roared as it pushed and heated the air surrounding it. Given its size, it may explode upon contact with any solid surface meaning I have no chance to even dodge the attack.

"Ihma Alha Kumaez"

An ice wall blocked the raging ball's course. Given the fireball's power, my spell outer layer was near-instantly evaporated, but it held its own against the opposing element as steam erupted from it. Using the gas as cover, I cast another ice wall just below me. It had enough power to launch up into the air, similar to what the bandit did earlier while using my own spell as leverage. In addition to this newfound technique, I fully utilized my own enhanced agility and readied another spell as I fell down.

"Erima Ihvio Alha Oras"

From my staff came a column of ice, its tip bladed and shaped into a spearhead. What I cast was a subclass spell of elemental magic, creation magic. With this magic, one can shape their elemental affinity with more ease compared to manually manipulating and shaping the element. The enemy mage dodged the gigantic spear as it stabbed through the ground. Falling down, the mage gathered his own mana and shaped it into a sphere once more. Mana was collected on the palm of his hands that then turned to heat as it was compressed, quickly the small ember becomes a gigantic fireball.

"Sha El Ke Ra!"

The fire spell was directed towards me, despite having both my mind and limbs enchanted to react faster, I cannot maneuver my body while mid-air. Reacting quickly, I used the staff of the ice spear to form a sort of shield but it was too lat-!

I felt my forearms warm-up due to the heat, thankfully I was able to negate the flame from scalding my skin. Still, the force of it pushed me back with sufficient force.

"Ihma Ore Iramon Almakh"

Near instantly the entire clearing was covered in white. The leaves and grass buried under a meter of snow said blanket was just enough to soften my landing. As I faced my fellow magic-user, I could see the hostility within his eyes as veins bulge from his forehead. We both stared each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move.

My ice spell may have affected Felthorn as collateral, given this amount of snow he would freeze if this battle prolongs. Warily, I glanced towards the head merchant's position. The shock was evident in his face when he finally felt the cold as he shivered from my spell. I cannot free him without first defeating this menace, so defeat him I shall. As I heard snow move as the mage set the surrounding snow ablaze, melting them. Puddles of water and melting ice pooled into our battlefield, only the greater mage would win this fight.

Even in the face of a greater foe, even if the odds are stacked against me, I would not let any of them falter me. To change to the world is my objective, even if I had to sacrifice my own life, I would do so no matter what it takes. And if anyone stands in my way then I would crush them mercilessly.

A/N: Well that was something, Hoo~ Boy! Another chapter is done and it only took me what? Five months? Yeah, life has been pretty hectic since the start of my school year, couldn't really sacrifice my grade because of my pride so yeah (Also hating Calculus of the moment)! I've been trying a view writing styles of the late and this is my experimental one! Tell me what you think! Roast me for writing this, compliment me, tell me whether they're OOC or do whatever so long as I get some of that constructive criticism then all things good! See all of you next year!

A Basscus could only imagine.