Tenkomori: The Homecoming Club Conquers Another World

Chapter 118.2

Once you experience the Telpers’ Bag, you can’t forget its convenience.

Is there any way to get one?

Hiding in the shade of the trees, avoiding a group of goblins, I pondered this.

With a Telpers’ Bag, there’s no need to sort through monsters or prey.

You can store all your supplies in a backpack without worrying about potions breaking.

I definitely want to get one, but the merchants desire it even more.

If it were distributed, they would buy it immediately, and it would hardly ever reach the market.

If only it could be made, but it requires the rare spirit magic stone and the advanced magic [Permanence].

It’s no wonder the merchants are eager.

You can’t get any materials from them except for magic stones, but they sometimes carry metal weapons.

Even if they’re rusty, they’re valuable resources to me. I can’t help but want to bring them back.

Considering human safety, I should eliminate them, but—

Well, let’s leave it.

Excessive change causes trouble.

This time, the target is an orc’s magic stone at the minimum, but Dorcol would be safer.

It would be good if there were any unfamiliar monsters, but they usually inhabit the outer areas.

Without any sighting information, searching around would be a waste, so nearby is good enough for now.

I resumed the search, avoiding monsters several times.

Then, I finally found Dorcol’s footprints.

There were three of them.

What caught my eye was a set of footprints slightly larger than the others.

I don’t think it’s a mutated type, but stronger individuals have a higher chance of having magic stones. It’s a good target.

The footprints, the trampled undergrowth, and the broken branches were all fresh.

They’re not far away.

Setting my sights on this individual, I started tracking it, but—

Soon after, I stopped again.

Looking ahead, I scratched my head.

“Did they change the camp this year?”

[Presence Detection] picked up numerous presences.

And they were weak human ones.

At this time of year, first-year students are doing field exercises.

I chose the northwest forest to avoid them, but it seems I ran into them.

However, the range is unusually wide.

In any grade, the first half of the field exercises has alchemy students collecting materials, and military students providing escort.

They spread out to avoid competing for materials, but this was too wide.

The northwest forest is narrow, and going a little further north leads to grasslands.

Since the monsters are relatively weak, they might have thought it was safe to spread out.

“Dorcol over first-years—although…”

At first, the traces were random, but then they became straight.

Even monsters living naturally, without [Presence Detection], have good noses.

It seems they picked up the first-years’ scent.

I don’t want to disturb their training, but first-years can’t defeat Dorcol.

Even Lambert and his group back then barely managed to take down one together.

If the large Dorcol is as strong as its size suggests, even Lambert and Felix now would struggle.

Plus, there’s an ordinary-sized one as a bonus.

“No choice. Let’s at least take a look. What did I equip for anyway…”

Removing the magic tool for reducing presence, I activated [High-Speed Movement] and [Moving Up], and ran through the forest at full speed.

Using [Leap Rabbit], I leaped over protruding roots and rocks with movements like a beast.

As I got closer, the presence of Dorcol and the first-years became clearer.

Getting as close as possible, I jumped into the tree canopy.

Looking down quietly, I saw two Dorcol and students fighting.

Two upperclassmen were leading the battle.

They had already taken down one, but were struggling with the target individual, both covered in blood.

And the three first-years had lost their fighting spirit, huddling in the rear after some signs of battle.

There were two caretakers.

Which means there must be another group somewhere.

I scouted the surroundings again, but found no other presence.

They might have regrouped—hope they didn’t die.

“Die already!”

Shouting as if reading my mind, the large upperclassman activated [Strong Combo].

The ordinary Dorcol screamed as it was hit by the successive blows of the two-handed sword.

[Strong Combo] is a specialized [Double Strike] for heavy weapons.

There are also versions like [Strong Blow] for heavy weapons, and this upperclassman had mastered both.

Plus, he had [Two-Handed Sword 3], making him quite talented.

Watching him from head to toe, I tilted my head.

I don’t recognize him.

Such a skilled individual should be memorable and talked about.

The other, despite being less skilled than the two-handed sword user, was also unfamiliar.

This feels off.

Could they be from Caltirard?

The two-handed sword user stepped forward to strike again.

Just then, the other upperclassman was hit by a blow from the large individual and was sent flying.

Taking out a healing potion, he started treating himself, but his wounds were deep.

With such deep wounds, healing would be just barely enough. Moving forcibly would reopen them. He’s out of the fight.

Even so, the two-handed sword user persevered and managed to take down the ordinary Dorcol.

Only the large individual remained.

But he was at his limit too.

Covered in wounds, his stamina was nearly exhausted.

The upperclassman who had been blown away seemed to realize his comrade’s limit.

“Everyone, retreat and call for reinforcements! You too, follow orders!”

“Shut up and stay quiet!”

The two-handed sword user bluntly refused.

Is he planning to keep fighting in that state?

From the conversation, the two-handed sword user doesn’t seem like an upperclassman.

Looking closely, the huddling ones were tall too.

Apparently, they’re third-years from another place.

The two-handed sword user continued fighting Dorcol.

Meanwhile, the three who had huddled together retreated.

Just in case, I checked with [Presence Detection], and there were no monsters in their path.

Well, no people either.

These guys are too far out.

Watching the bloodied two-handed sword user and the upperclassman who couldn’t leave him behind, I pondered.

What should I do?

The two-handed sword user hasn’t lost his will to fight.

According to adventurer rules, intervening now would be poaching.

I activated [Appraisal] on the two-handed sword user again.

His name was Talvit Sabrois.

With a surname, he’s likely a knight’s son.

If it’s an adventurer’s code, there might be trouble.

But I don’t want to give my real name to strangers either.

While thinking this, Dorcol’s claws struck the two-handed sword user’s chest.

Blood splattered, and the two-handed sword user staggered.

Is it over?

No choice, let’s at least ask.

I jumped down from the canopy, landing between the two.

Startled by my sudden appearance from above, Dorcol jumped back, and the two-handed sword user was shocked.

“I’ve been tracking this Dorcol. If I defeat it, can I take it?”

At my proposal, the two-handed sword user instantly exploded with anger.

“Who the hell are you!? Stay out of this!”

“As expected, no? I could wait for you to fall, but—”

“Help us!”

The shout came from the upperclassman at the back.

His words redirected the two-handed sword user’s anger.

“What are you saying—”

“Take it down!”

“I accept. Leave persuading him to you.”

Dodging the descending claws, I kicked Dorcol away.

Using the momentum to handle the attacking two-handed sword user, I pushed him toward the injured upperclassman.

“A thank you for the concession.”

Throwing a potion to the upperclassman, I drew my shamshir with a flick of the sheath.

Dorcol regained its stance, spreading its four arms in a threatening manner.

It is indeed large.

Its fur will sell well too.

Dodging the successive descending arms, I activated [Physical Up].

With all my strength, I kicked its abdomen, making it groan and kneel.

I leaped into its reach, striking with [Strong Blow] from below.

Its head rolled on the ground, and the large Dorcol died.

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