615 09. Things to chase, those to be chased

"Gigga gaaaa!!!!

"Knock."

An ear-bearing growl.

The magical effect - not yet.

No matter how much the Red Dragon, the individual in front of you is like a newborn chick.

It does not have the overwhelming spirituality (aura) to fill its surroundings with fear, nor the ability to defend itself physically and magically.

Still, the threat is real.

He stood on the wreckage that burned down the wolves and opened his mouth wide again.

A flaming exhale (brace) is coming.

Now that he realizes he can't escape, Yut lays low on the ground and manages to overdo it...... but.

"... are you playing"

But the expected flame did not come.

Giggly and dirty laughing red dragon chick in front of Yuut, who fell to the ground on her own and got muddy.

Absolute kings at the top of the ecosystem have no fine dust such as cuteness, even children. It was just hateful.

"What to do... What to do..."

A spell written on a spell document. Spells left on the scroll.

I cruise my thoughts desperately while falling to the ground, but no opening measures emerge.

"Gah, gah, gah"

Small as a dragon.

But a red dragon that floats about the same body as a horse and falls to Yut.

"No time to think."

Avoid that crushing attack by managing to roll over the ground.

"Damn, damn..."

But unluckily, the dragon's toenail caught Yut's left arm.

Try it as a dragon, it might just have been twisted.

But it's just human. That, too, was fatal for Earth's high school students.

While I manage to get up, I hold the spell document aside and hold the wound. But blood never stops flowing.

It stings and hurts. Afraid to see how deep it is.

Somewhere calm, waiting to use the supplied magic medicine (potion) is blood loss.

"Now you can't even use a spell..."

It's not a game. You will encounter strong opponents before being unreasonable.

It's not a game. It can't be convenient to lose once, grow and try again... etc.

If you lose, you die.

It's not a world of death and end, but I don't even think you're going to bother to bring me back to life with your money.

If we lose, we're done.

I can't even see Valtrude.

I can't even go back to Earth.

So, that's it.

"Shit, shit."

Yut ran.

I can't afford to use a spell. With the remaining spell, I can't even guess what I can do.

So Yut ran.

"Gah, gah, gah"

Don't go away.

The Red Dragon chick wings after Yut's back.

Occasionally, as I recall, I roll out my nails and aim at Yut.

"Knock."

"Gah."

Instead of attacking it, I guess it's more about watching him panic.

Turn yourself around, increase your speed and try to escape somehow.

"Gah."

So again, the Red Dragon chick gave a pleasant voice.

Sturdy toy.

That's an unattainable existence for the Red Dragon.

"Ha, ugh, ha..."

Yut ran. Pompous and bleeding, I kept running.

Ancient wound knee hurts. Even when I was active in the football club, I've never been so desperate. It makes me laugh through the pain.

Still, Yut ran. I also forgot the pain in the wound and kept running.

No destination, no math, just ran to escape the Sickle of Reaper.

I'm about to be taken off my legs by the descendants, and even if I cut my face with branches, I dare to go through the depressed woods so that the Red Dragon tracks slowly.

Run.

Run.

Run.

I opened wide in front of him and ran into the river.

Did it rain upstream? Pretty fast flowing.

I cruised for a moment.

"Better than a dragon, you know!

The spells and scrolls (potions) are properly waterproof.

Believing that information my master had told me, I jumped into the river with momentum.

Cold water feels good on my lit body.

The blood flowing from the wounds on his arm disappears into the river.

In no time the rapids capture the body and carry it downstream regardless of the clothes that are heavy with moisture.

"Wow, pup."

Grab the driftwood and manage to get the wound out of the water.

"Gigagagagagaga"

There, the frustrating Red Dragon chick flies like an attack "Fly By Attack". Approaching in a plundering and flying orbit, he sees a claw attack.

"Up."

But Yut's body sank just as the stream merged. Because of this, the nail cuts the sky and collapses its posture.

My distance has opened like never before.

"Gagaga"

Red Dragon chick finally gave up tracking.

I breathed a sigh of relief, too, during the bundle.

"This sound...... waterfall!?"

The sound of water falling.

Plus, a faster flow.

Fall into a waterfall kettle.

Somewhere, I thought I heard a childhood friend say, "That's a survival flag on the contrary".

He hurries to let go of the driftwood and attaches it to the large rock that was looming in front of him.

"I'm not the hero."

If he was the protagonist, he'd be dressed up and defeating the dragon with a spell.

Yet reality manages to cling to the rocks.

Yut did what he could for sure.

In other words, while frowning at the wound on his arm, he carefully aims at the bank of the river to avoid slipping slightly.

If this were a movie, it would be where driftwood would flow and slip your legs at the heart of it.

"If it's a shark movie, don't let a shark attack you, even in the river"

Grade B I saw as a childhood friend. No, it reminds me of a C-level movie. For some reason, it was an unscrupulous film with sharks in the depths of the Amazon.

It was so boring, but the memories empowered Yut.

So, your strength has been restored? Or did the goddess of luck finally look at this one?

I managed to cross the river and escape the crisis.

He falls into the riverbank and throws his whole body out.

Stiff stones don't bother me at all.

I took the magic medicine (potion) out of the lumbar retainer (holder) and drank it out in one breath, trying to catch my breath and remembering the pain in the wound.

Even if the wound heals, your strength just doesn't matter. You can't even stand up, and Yut stares at the hatefully blue sky.

"I'm glad Ren's not here..."

What came to mind in that situation was a little sister apprentice.

"Are you serious..."

I managed to recover my strength and strength and returned to the hammock on the tree only after the sun went down.

But no hammock already existed there.

"How did you know where I was based..."

The tree was safe, but in the meantime the hammock was burned down with the backpack that was left behind.

Obviously, Red Dragon chick offense.

If I had grown a little more, I wouldn't have gotten in here. Where I could have done it because I was a chick.

Strength falls out of my whole body and I want to twitch.

... All the while, Yut focuses on what he can do.

"I have no choice. Today at the original campsite..."

But that didn't work either.

"Are you serious..."

The original campsite was also beautifully burned down.

Or maybe it's the depression sunshine that missed Yut - eight hits.

"What are we going to do, this..."

Don't let go of the spell document.

Rolls (scrolls) and magic potions (potions) are also safe in the lumbar retainer (holder). Rather than that, I also valued it more than my own body when it was being flushed in the river.

In the first place, there is no problem because it is also able to withstand the barbarity of the adventurer.

Conversely, that's all Yut has.

The scoop I kept from Valtrude has also been lost.

"Ha ha ha..."

All I could do was laugh.

That laugh is vain, too.

"... wait, calm down. Don't abandon yourself. If we lose our cool here, we're really done."

Beating himself on the cheek, Yut forcefully regained reason.

But that doesn't come to mind with the idea of resurrection.

In the meantime, you have to let your body and mind rest.

There is only one way to do this.

Do we have to use "Safety Zone (Knife Trick)"...?

A theoretical spell that centers on a knife pierced into the ground to create an entrance to the narrow dimensional realm and accommodates up to eight human-sized creatures.

Can be used from a scroll.

But is it easy to use? Yut thinks as he grabs the retainer (holder).

Scrolls have two uses.

One is for learning magicians (wizards).

The contents of the scroll will be lost, but instead it will be engraved into the magician's (wizard) brain and transcribed into a spell document that can be used as a spell of its own.

The other is the use of unleashing the spell as it is.

Likewise, the contents of the scroll are lost, but there are advantages to being able to use spells beyond the number of times a day is used.

What bothers Yut is that once you use the Safe Zone (Knife Trick) scroll here, that's it. Because I won't be able to use it after tomorrow.

Sleep today?

Is it safe after tomorrow?

"I don't know, it's decided. I have to survive today. I'm not coming tomorrow."

Completely, in the dilemma of the poor.

I was aware of that, but there was nothing I could do.

"Safety zone (knife trick)"

A scroll takes the form of a knife in the air and pierces the ground.

When Yut touched it, he moved in an instant to a white space that was nowhere in the world.

It was already the limit.

Yut fell and fell to faint.

And I slept like mud.