CH.15 - Great Chance to Learn
1174 Words
There's a stingy painful sensation I felt behind my back. I opened my eyes and saw that I was inside the car. Someone laid me down here, as the last thing I remembered was the scream of Clint, telling me to watch out.
“Looks like your awake," Clint spoke, who was in the driver's seat.
“What happened?” I asked as I felt my back have a very uncomfortable sensation.
I reached behind my back using my left hand and felt something wet. When I pulled my hand back, I saw my hand painted with blood. My eyes widened, but to my surprise, I was not that shocked, probably because I have seen something worse than this.
“What happened?”
“You were hit by a human-made trap. You should watch your step next time.”
“What are we going to do now, Clint?”
Clint lets out a sigh before replying, “we'll return to the farm later this evening. I'm just waiting for your wounds to heal. You can't go back there looking like that. The old couple will probably scream in horror, seeing you drench in blood like that.”
“Your right, but I don't have any chance of clothes. That might be a.”
“No need to worry, I bought you new clothes. It's in the trunk. Get it when you feel better. Also, don't try to move so much, or your healing will take more time.”
“That's right, Marcus, don't move too much." The sword spoke telepathically.
“To think you would fall for such a trap Marcus. Sigh~ so this is the feeling of disappointment after seeing my wielder get beaten by such a primitive surprise.” The sword added.
“You need more training, Marcus. I hope this will be a good lesson for you. Next time be more aware of your surroundings.”
“Yes, Clint, I'll keep that in mind.”
Five hours passed, my wound has finally healed itself. Now, I can move without any pain. I guess being a hunter has some benefits. Also, what the heck did Clint bought. These clothes are idiotic to wear.
Marcus was wearing a white shirt with the words, ‘I love to ear ass!’ imprinted on its front and back.
“That shirt suits you.”
“Shut up, Clint.”
After that, the two returned to the farm, where they plan to stay for another night. But it was not only sleeping in the house was their reason. It was to wait for the chupacabra and eliminate it.
But while on the road, Clint and Marcus were talking about their progress. But in reality, the two weren't able to make any progress in gathering information about the monster. Now, Marcus blames himself for the unproductive day.
Clint notices this and instantly asked Marcus, “did you already came up with an excuse that you will use.”
Suddenly, the gloomy face that Marcus made turned into a worried one. It was the face of someone forgetting to do something. Then after being reminded. Marcus started to panic.
“What should I do, Clint!? Help me, boss!”
“A Hunter should not let the secrets out. In this part of the experience, you need to learn how to protect our secret. That includes being a liar, so don't you dare rely this one on me.”
“Then does that mean you are a terrible liar, Clin?" Marcus asked with a smirk.
But instead of Clint speaking, the sword was the one who replied. “If you don't want to lie, Marcus. We could m******e and kill those three. That way, it's more fun.”
“That's not going to be happening, mister sword.” Marcus then transitioned his gaze from the sword towards Clint.
“Come on, Clint. Why don't you help me out?”
“No means no, this is an eye-opening experience for you. So create a lie there, notify me when you have finished.”
At the farmhouse, Charles was cleaning his shotgun. And on the table were multiple boxes of ammunition.
“Charles, why did you take all of your reserve ammo out of the storage box.”
“Dear, you know how that creature plans to attack our grandchild. And I swear that Betty and I will kill that hideous thing before he even touches our granddaughter!”
Suddenly Charles's wife slammed the table and yelled.
“Who's Betty!? Are you having an affair!"
“H-honey, let me explain."
“WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO EXPLAIN! I CAN SEE IT YOUR FACE! YOU ARE HAVING A WOMAN!”
“But Betty is this gun."
“Eh?..” It was the only thing that his wife could say.
Charles held his wife in her shoulders and gave her the look of pity. He then spoke, “It's ok, you are old. I under-”
Baaaam!
Before Charles could finish his sentence, a frying pan struck him. The cold metallic feeling combine with a high velocity was undoubtedly painful. It was painful that Charles's denture falls out of his mouth.
“Why did you do that?"
“Hmph! You deserved that!”
Knock! Knock!
Someone knocked on their door. Charles grabbed his denture that fell and went to their door. When he opens, the door, he saw Clint and Marcus had already returned.
“Oh! It's you two come in."
The two immediately entered after being invited by Charles. Charles's wife immediately greeted the two upon they enter the kitchen. The mood she showed Charles completely disappeared after the two arrived. Charles was utterly confused by the current situation that he scratched his head.
“So, how's the competition, Marcus?”
“It was not great, madam.” Charles followed it with a disappointed sigh.
His sword telepathically commended Marcus, “NICE ACTING!”
Charles's wife suddenly walked towards Marcus and comforted him, “It's okay, Marcus. So why don't I cool some delicious pie? Would you like it? Don't let your loss down you on your dreams. Always remember that, Marcus.
This lady is too nice! Now I feel bad about lying. This guilty feeling is your fault, Clint! You forced me to lie to such a nice lady.
“Why are you looking at me like that, Marcus. I know that you lost. But just as the lady said, it's not your fault. ”
After that, Clint transitioned his gaze from Marcus to the kind older woman. And with a smile, and he spoke, “I'm sure Marcus would enjoy your home-cooked pie. He is just embarrassed at your kindness, ma'am. But I'm pretty sure he wants your home-cooked pie. He even can't stop talking about it while we were in the car."
But as Clint was talking with the older woman. Charles suddenly patted Clint and whispered. “What are your plans about the creature. Did you bring some firepower? You know that we can't just rely on good old Betty and that kid's weird shape sword.”
“Hmm, I guess I have a plan, but it's secret. Aren't you excited about it? But by the way, where's your granddaughter.”
“I'll call her. She's probably sleeping.”
Charles walked up to her room, but after three minutes passed. Charles came running down the stairs yelling, “Lucilia is missing!”.
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