Back at Kor…

Keya and I were standing in line at the exchange table for at least 3 hours. We were tired and low on morale. Ever since the incident at the campsite, we just…want to pretend it was all a bad dream. My eyes were half-open, staring at the ground and going through the motion. I couldn't stop thinking about their faces. The goblins that died and the mistakes we both made.

Back at the campsite, Keya and I were sitting in what use to be the goblin campsite we were tasked to wipe out. However, when we finished the job, we soon discovered that it wasn't actually a campsite for a new goblin settlement, but I guess the human kingdoms didn't like that. So, in my opinion, one of the kingdoms must've put up that poster for any adventurer dumb enough, optimistic enough, or just plain desperate-for-cash enough to take up the job. God, it was like Scorched Earth where soldiers would desolate an entire village that's useful to the enemy, or the Conquistadors' genocide of the Incans.

After the atrocity we had just committed, all we could do at the moment was grieve. Then the rain came. I felt the wet moisture of the drops slowly washing away the blood from my clothes. It only me want to cry some more.

"So…there really was no invasion, was there?" Keya grimaced, depressingly sitting on the floor with her arms around her legs.

I shook my head in response, addressing somberly, "No, there wasn't, and we just killed innocent people…all because nobody wanted them here!"

"How do you know that?" she asked.

"Why else would they send adventurers to do the job? Must be because they didn't want to get their hands dirty," I countered rhetorically.

Keya looked away, avoiding eye contact as I stared at her. Then she remarked, "That explains so much! The Human Coalition and the United Goblin Principality have always been in a state of war! I just can't someone would be capable of doing something so…monstrous!" I watched her sob, covering her faces to hide her tears.

You have no idea…

In the end, we gathered what was left of the settlers. It took us a long time to find all the pieces of those lacerated. We buried them all in the remains of the camp, giving them a proper burial and praying that they would have a safe journey to the afterlife. 20-minutes-later, we left heading back to Kor.

Back in town, the line began to move until we at the front. The receptionist was a young human man with short brown hair and a slender frame. I gave him our name and he flashed a sly grin.

He said amusingly, "So, you managed to kill all those goblins in a day! Serves those green bastards right! Thankfully, there are people who can get the job done."

The smug look on his face pissed me off. I sneered as he chuckled. I wanted to drive my fist into his mouth and knock all of his teeth out. Who am I kidding? I would just be no different than that asshole.

Letting out a deep sigh, I released my grip and glared at the receptionist.

"Just give me my 3 silver coins," I demanded sternly.

He was taken aback, but complied. After he handed me the reward, Keya and I walked out of the guild house and headed straight out of town.

50-minutes-later, we stopped in the middle of the grasslands and set up a bonfire, gathering whatever was around us to make a makeshift camp for us to sleep under. Since we didn't have enough money for an inn, camping was our only option. I should've mentioned that one room in an inn costs about 12 gold coins, which was completely outrageous.

Anyways, we managed to establish a camp. Despite the recent rain, the sticks we found were still dry, allowing us to light a fire for Keya and I to stay warm. We stared at the fire, watching its' amber glow flicker before us.

"So, now what?" I inquired.

"I don't know," she said straightforwardly. She lowered her head somberly as she added, "I didn't expect adventuring to be this grim. It's not like how they portray in romance stories!"

True. You should never believe something you read in books because, in real life, you would be disappointed from experiencing it first hand.

"Well, I guess the only thing we can do is continue on our journey. Who knows? Maybe it won't be so intense on our next quests," I assured, trying my best to change the tensed atmosphere.

Keya lifted her head and smiled, nodding her head in agreement. Suddenly, we head a loud sound like bubbling water. We both groaned unbearably. It was getting dark and about time for dinner, meaning we needed to forage some food.

Turning back to Keya, I asked, "You want to go look for food, or should I?"

Keya replied blankly, "Let's do it together." We both stood up off the ground with Keya ordering, "I'll go find some herbs and vegetables while you go look for some meat."

After that, we headed into the forest; Keya going left and me going right. I stalked the forest for about 10 minutes, scouting around for any sign of an animal. Unfortunately, there were none present. Just then, a wild boar appeared out of the bushes, snorting while probably looking for truffles. I stood my ground, waiting for the opportunity to strike. The boar turned its' back, giving me the perfect view. Even though it is wrong for a kendo student to strike an opponent from the back, but this was survival of the fittest and I need to eat.

I charged in, pulling out my sword and about to slash down. Seconds later, I was knocked against a tree. Everything was spinning. I didn't know what hit me. After my vision became clear again, I saw that it was the boar that hit me like a bag of bricks. It even started shaking its' rump at me in pride.

"Oh, shut it! Pig! You just got lucky!" I shouted with a comically angry expression. If this was an anime, my eyes would be white and my teeth would be sharp with a sneer.

This only made the pig gloat even more so, which started to piss me off. I stood up and regained my composure, holding my sword up as I charged at the boar again. However, when I swung my blade, it dodged and struck its' tusks at my back, sending me flying and falling face first into the dirt. It was a cowardly move striking its opponent in the back.

I turned and huffed at the boar. The damn creature laughed at me. I started getting even madder than before. However, I took a deep breath and kept my anger under control. I didn't want a repeat of what happened last time. I charged in again, holding the blade upside-down and swinging right at the boar. In its' hubris, the creature thought it was victorious. However, this time, I was the victor. As I struck my blade, the boar tried to jump back, only to give m the perfect opening.

I sliced the pig's stomach open, watching its' blood spew outward. It fell on its' back, wreathing in agony while bleeding to death. It finally stopped when its' body turned cold and its eyes became lifeless.

Down on my knees, I prayed for the beast a safe journey to the afterlife. Despite it mocked me and humiliated me, the beast put up a good fight. It would be callous not to pray. I clapped twice, signaling my prayer's end. I stood up and carried the board out of the forest. However, before I could proceed back to camp, I hung the boar by its' legs on a tree branch, draining the blood so it would be easier to cook. My grandfather and I use to go hunting and he taught me how to prepare the animals we caught for cooking. Even though my parents disapproved of it, the skills seem to have come to great use right now.