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[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / The Maplegrounds ]

Kiri continued to fumble around with her crossbow, trying to figure out how to replace the Pointy Arrow Thing that it shot with no success. After all, just loading it the first time had takes her several minutes to manage, and a few painful cuts. By the time she managed to at least figure out where the Pointy Arrow Thing went, the birds were already down.

"Oh... nice work, everyone," Kiri cheered from a respectable distance. Her enthusiasm from promptly shattered once the real threat showed up though.

"W-wait, a d-d-dragon!?" Rather than meet it head on, Kiri ran off to hide behind the closest, conveniently-placed cover: in this case, a stack of crates. Given where they were, there was a good chance these would be filled with maple taps and the like; maybe even some syrup.

"Ciriiii...! How can you possibly say there's no difference? Fire is a big difference!" Kiri clung to her crossbow as she planted her back firmly against the nearest crate. Nice and safe, nice and safe. Except she had to help, or they could get eaten! But they'd probably get eaten anyway... but...!

Fighting back against the panic, Kiri slowly peeked out from behind the crates only to have her mouth fall open in shock as she witnessed the giant priestess practically beating up the dragon herself. It was comforting, and more than that, inspiring. Not only was the priestess inspiring, but the rest of them took their own effective blows against it as well, seemingly unphased by the monstrous lizard in front of them.

"Come on, Kiri! You can do this," she whispered to herself as she watched. As the dragon violently recoiled from another attack, Kiri darted back behind the crates. "Eep! Noooo, I can't do this," she counter-argued, again, with herself. "Okay well... maybe just focus on how uneven the wounds are!"

Kiri peeked again, a sparkle finding its way to her eyes as she noticed that, indeed, there were way too many injuries on the left side of the beast. There was now a second part to her, fighting past the fear. The power of OCD! A power greater than even fire-breath. A power that willed her to stand and face it.

Kiri used Earth Bolt [ (Base - Earth) - LV 3 ]
[Automatic Success!]


Pointing a finger to the other side of the dragon, Kiri shot a dust-colored, magic missile at the other end of the dragon. It connected, tearing off a chunk of scales and possibly some flesh along with them.

"I-I'm actually doing it," Kiri exclaimed proudly!

 

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[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Maplegrounds]

When the dragon arrive he couldn't believe it. Was this really happening? He really hoped not, because if so he was going to have a heart attack from this job. The stakes just kept going up and up. Birds to wyvern to... a lesser dragon? None of this made any sort of sense to Kei. Why the heck would birds follow a dragon? Maybe to scavenge remains?

He knew for sure that he was going to enjoy eating these birds tonight.

"A dragon? You've got to be kidding. Can't this ever be easy? It's like this keeps getting worse!"

Kei moved quickly arranging himself so the dragon was just the right amount of distance away... He prepared his first knife, quickly judging what he needed to do in order to make it fly true.

[Kei used Knife Throw (Base Tech) Level 3!]

[Auto-success!]

The first knife landed squarely in the chest of the lesser dragon. Next Kei prepared three more knives and threw them...

[Kei used Prison Drive (Arkane Tech) Level 1!]

[Failure!]


They clattered harmlessly off the side of the beast. Kei cursed his bad luck.


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[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village, The Maplegrounds]

"Dragon."

Dragon.

A Dragony Dragon.

Fire Breathing Dragon.

Saburo Used Water Whip (Base - Water) - LV 3

AUTOMATIC SUCCESS


Not a wyvern.

A dragon.

"Dragon."

Saburo used Frozen Snake (Arkane - Water) - LV 1

SUCCESS

Flowers of ice began to blossom in the air. The Aestivation built forwards, as if searching for something.

Saburo used Frost Flower (Mythic - Water) - LV 1

FAIL

"Dra-huh?" Saburo flinched as a knife whizzed by his ear; missing him by a whisker. With an unnatural scream, the glacial sculpture burst into infinite pieces. Now just a pretty sight then whatever it was building towards.

Saburo stared in horror. "THE DRAGON CAN THROW KNIVES!"






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[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Maplegrounds]

Runara looked up and watches over the group of Swallow Beaks. Expecting the wyvern to finally dive down. And as she wished, it dove down to battle. But wait... Shouldn't that thing be smaller than it actually is...? Even Cirika voiced out her concern about the fact that Runara is a Doven. If anything this must be... Runara hesitantly took some steps back as it gets closer.

A Dragon...

Runara learned that in the past her ancestors had to move to places the creature had difficulty to reach such as mountains or the undergrounds to avoid it. As it was known that Dovens were a Dragon's favorite food. Runara trembled, shaking, having doubts whether to fight or flight... This is the creature that her ancestors feared... And seeing the Dragon eyeing towards Runara in hunger...

". . ." Runara seemed hesitant in striking the Dragon. In her hesitation, Tsubaki pushed her back so that the Dragon had to go through everyone else before striking Runara. She would then watch her comrades striking the dragon one by one. Starting from Tsubaki, Rumiko, Noriko, Kiri, Kei, and then Saburo...

Seeing them attacking the dragon, she knew that she shouldn't let herself be a burden for everyone. With slight hesitation, Runara stepped forward, her body would then be covered in flames. ". . . Flame Spirits... Please protect me!" With determination, Runara dashes forward, slamming herself against the dragon!

[Runara used Alluring Flame (Base - Fire) - Lv3!]
[Auto-success]


Immediately after slamming her body against the dragon, Runara jumped away from the Dragon. While still in the air, she put her hand on her lips. "Spirits... Please..." She muttered softly before blowing a kiss towards the dragon!

[Runara used Ignition (Arkane - Fire) - Lv1!]
[Roll Result : 1]
[Success!]


The Dragon's body immediately fully covered in flames as it burns it. Seeing her chance to strike again, she would immediately dashes forward as she landed. Charging towards the Dragon once more... "Lend me your power... Flame spirits..." She muttered once again as her body is covered in flames once again and then she jumps up and climbs the dragon to it's head. Aiming to drive her blade against it's head, burning the dragon once more right in his head through her blades as she would drive the dragon's head down to the ground.

[Runara used Passionate Flame (Mythic - Fire) - Lv1!]
[Roll Result : 1]

[Success!]



As she drives her blade into it's head. Flames that covered her body grew larger and spreads out to cover the whole Dragon's head! She would then slams it's head down to the ground as she jumps down to the ground. She looked back at the dragon for a while before backing away back to the back ranks. "Please let that be enough..."


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[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village, Maplegrounds]

Slashes, punches, and all manner of attacks riddled the dragon as the party went all out to take it down. All in order to kill this flying beast as quickly as they possibly could. What amazed Cirika was seeing the extent to which Rumiko and Runara went with their attacks. What struck her as peculiar was how these people weren't fighting like this before, back in the market.

Yes, the people she had faced back there looked dangerous enough. But, when it actually came to fighting they were a complete mess. But,this time around it seemed like they were proficient to an extent. That only raised the question as to why. Why that competence only showing up now? It was like they were completely different people.

Cirika thoughts were immediately interrupted as the scaly monster let out an oppressive roar. One both most acute and predatory. Despite all the thrashing it had gone through, it was still itching to launch it's own retaliation. The others, still recovering from their first strikes, had to brace for the potential of the monster going after one of them!

The beast whipped it's head back. All were immediately alarmed by the glowing light that began to glow from the depths of the dragon's neck. Cirika, attempting to warn her partners, yelled out:

"It's going to launch fire! Take-!"

[ Dragon used Base - Flare Breath LV 2!]
[ Success! ]

Cirika was not able to finish her sentence before the beast jerked it's head back forward to launch a searing stream of flames towards them. Unfortunately for her, Cirika caught the brunt this blaze. For In the aftermath she was visibly aflame.

But, she did not panic. Instead, she whisked her hand to the side, invoking wind force. She attempted to blow out the fire that had just began to catch onto her clothing. But, that wasn't the end of it. The stream of flames was only a part of the dragon's onslaught. It dove forward, bearing it's sizeable and smoking jaws aiming to smash Cirika between them.

Still fanning off fire, Cirika acted on immediate instinct. She invoked wind force directly at the monster's oncoming mouth.

[ Dragon used Arkane - Bite LV 2! ]
[ Fail! ]


And surprisingly, it worked.

The beast heaved it's neck back, seeming to visibly caugh out this thick black smoke. With the attack by the dragon thwarted, Cirika took initiative. She shall strike with everything she had!

[ Cirika used Base - Scatterslash LV. 2! ]
[ Auto-Success! ]

Poising her blade, the young noble made a single slash at the monster. However, following it, an after-stream of smaller strikes battered through the same path upon the dragon. But still, it wasn't enough. She had to go further!

[ Cirika Used Arkane - Advancing Wing Slash LV 2! ]
[ Success! ]


Following up, Cirika poised her blade, and unleashed a wide cut. In the wake of the slash came a mass of air, shaped in a bolt. Her focused wind force collided with the dragon head on. It's force force so great that the monster was knocked back onto it's two back feet. It was wide open for the finish! But, throwing all that wind force at once. Cirika still had her limits. What could she even do now that she had gone this far?

She didn't have too much time to think. The first technique that she could follow up with would have to do. At that moment, the image of Tsubaki... rather, the image of her overall family and the style of the the Hanejima's came to mind. Draw Sword Technique. But, for an Ikkikari dai blade, it wasn't all too appropriate to do any kind of draw sword technique. Dai-blades were too large to do that.

But, she could still mimic it. She wanted to deal a large and grevious cut upon the monster and that form was what could allow for the force to do that!

With the wind force she had left - and given the overall size of her blade, possible to cut through a monster. Just enough to inflict a killing blow. Just enough was all she needed to put an end to all these unpleasant surprises today!

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Cirika held her sword low. Tsubaki instantly recognized the mimic in stance. Iajutsu.
But, from Tsubaki's perspective it was meaningless. With a weapon that large... there was no way she could...

"Ikkikari-Style Fatal Arts..."

[ Cirika used Mythic - Diamond Buster Sword! ]
[ Success! ]




"Diamond Buster!"

Cirika stepped forward with great force. She and her blade were propelled forward. In an instant, her weapon was 'drawn' from it's low position, and it's arc cuts a wide berth across the monster. The cut into the body, deep and feirce. One of the dragon's dismembered wings fell onto the ground with a thud. Before the rest of the monster itself smashed onto the ground.

Judging from the state of the animal as it entered it's more gruesome death throes, Cirika had managed to cut into it's heart.

The dragon had been defeated.




All around the party, swallow beaks began to fall out of the sky. Looking above, one can see that the once encircling flock has fallen into complete disarray. In fact, it seemed like they were actually fighting against one another. The defeated were falling onto the ground all around the maplegrounds.

Cirika fell back onto her behind. Completely Exhausted.
At her side was her Dai-Blade - curiously seemed to have been broken in half due to the great force of the strike. The missing and broken other half was what had managed to stick itself into the dragon's heart. Ultimately responsible for the death blow that took the dragon's life.

Seeing the carnage around her, Cirika explained it to her bewildered allies.

"...A large flock like this is kept orderly by the biggest flying monster. In the event that flying monster is defeated, an immediate succession crisis occurs. Members of the flock are driven by instinct to start fighting one another until another comes on top. By the time that's decided, the flock won't be a threat to the town any longer. They'll mostly destroy themselves for us."

A bird falling from the sky bumped into Cirika before flopping onto the ground.

"That was what the Monster Hunter Lee had said." She concluded. "I thank you for your help, everyone."

Using the half of her sword, she tried to hoist herself back up. Cirika visibly winced and rested back down on the ground.

"You were all instrumental to... Ugh! ...It hurts! I can't move!"

With the apparent danger clear, the effects from Cirika's burns and the exertion from her last attack started to unleash their painful aftereffects.

....

"Alright. Looks like the princess is pret-ty immobile right about now."

From atop the keep, a masked man, a shadow, loaded his crossbow with a bolt. He took aim.

Nearby, the one who'd been attempting to clean the roof let out muffled pleas for help.

The bolt plinked just short of Cirika.

"Dammit."

Cirika's first reaction to seeing the bolt land dangerously close to her as to move away.
She strained herself to stand back up, but the young noble helplessly flopped onto her side.

The shadow began rushing to load in another.

"Can't get killed by a dragon, thus can't get killed by crossbow bolts."
"Bullshit. I'm gonna get her this time."


The party began to realize, by Cirika's reaction, that the lone arrow wasn't just a curiosity of one of the falling birds. But rather, an attack from an assailant from atop the tall castle keep. But that was bad! If she got killed after them going through with all of this, they'd reset again!

They had to get out of there pronto! To safety!



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[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Maplegrounds]

"Saburo that dragon cannot throw knives. That was me. Stop freaking out, it's almost dead."


Cirika had this in hand, stabbing the dragon with her blades. Kei watched passively, leaning on a tree as if he were watching some sort of play or dance rather than looking at the lesser dragon. Huh, that had been easy. He still wasn't going to thank Cirika for killing it though. Birds started to fall from the sky, infighting with each other. Kei also watched this spectacle with disinterest. Well, it seemed like they were going to get a feast after all. He wondered if they could make anything with the dragon's skin...

"Yeah, you'd better hope that another dragon doesn't decide to join the fight,"
Kei said sarcastically. "What a-"

Kei stopped mid-curse as a bolt plonked down next to Cirika. She fell over uselessly onto her side as a reaction, which meant those burns must have been worse than they looked. Kei acted without thought and grabbed Cirika and slung her over his shoulder. He ran for it. He told himself it was to prevent a reset like before. However, he also knew that some stupid part of him couldn't just leave someone in danger.

"Rumiko! Tsubaki! Anyone else who wants to needs to cover us so we can get out of here! I'd rather not get shot while carrying the princess, if you don't mind."


With the enemy so far away, he doubted his knives could reach, even if he could turn around. People weren't light, and while Kei had mostly tried to keep in shape, he hadn't carried people in a long time. And people were heavy. He couldn't stop thinking that people were heavy as his shoulder complained about it. He'd probably make it far enough at a run, but he'd be tired. Which of course meant he had to rely on the others to protect him, because he couldn't attack right now, nor could he do anything but run.

He could feel a crossbow bolt between his shoulders already.


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[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village ]

"And here I was wanting to Suplex it..or try to, ah well.."

Watching as the swordswoman did her thing, Rumiko was semi frowning like a child who had a toy taken away, it seemed she was fully serious in trying to lift and flip the beast on her brute strength alone. "Well that's over. One Dragon a slight burn." Looking up into the sky, a grizzly scene was unfolding as the flock turned upon one another, tearing apart one another in a vicious cycle, bodies falling from the sky, regardless of if they were real or not, the Miko could not just stand by an ignore this carnage.

Switching to a prayer stance, even these murderous beings deserved some sign of respect and passage, thanks was needed to the Spirits as well for bringing them such luck. "For this bounty and Vic-" Before she can even finish however, the Crossbowman begins his assault... A Crossbow.. Shang..?

Narrowing her eyes, as she followed the second bolt she dimly heard something about covering them all, but her mind was already racing with thoughts, considering how they ended up in this world and how it was designed... Yes something more than covering was in mind, though she didn't know if it were possible. A shadowy figure was atop a keep tower, firing upon them, it seemed someone really, really wanted them dead, to fail, could these monsters have been baited here after all?

"Hey! Assassin! Your Mother was a Whore and your Father smelt of Cheap Wine!" Yelling these very unpriestess-y things at the crossbowman, or his general direction at least Rumiko extends her left had towards the tower keep, pointing at him, making a get overhere gesture. "Stop playing with the toys and come'ere so I can beat some answers out of yah!" Pausing to consider her attempt to rush and climb the Wall, the Priestess did have one idea in mind, but she wasn't sure it would be doable..

"EARTH STOMP!"

Slamming her heels down onto the ground while motioning to grip and lift her hands upwards, a patch of Rock seemingly erupts from the ground, a bit more focused than if in battle, a partial barrier was no between the archer and the Party, pondering her next action the muscular Miko waits to see if any of the rest would act to defend the party or to drag the injured off, either way she would need to harry Assassin more into doing something stupid, or targeting her at least.

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[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village, Maplegrounds]

"Nnngh!"


The burns Cirika sustained made their presence known. They stung her angrily as Kei took Cirika up and over his shoulders in an attempt to get away from the assailant perched atop the Keep.

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"Rumiko! Tsubaki! Anyone else who wants to needs to cover us so we can get out of here! I'd rather not get shot while carrying the princess, if you don't mind."


He yelled out. Trying to get some sort of working plan in order.

Still, this pain she was feeling. It was the worst she'd ever felt. Even worse than the wolf bites from when she was a child, and they were riddled all over her. Cirika wondered how long she must've been set aflame from the dragon's fiery breath.

Enough to burn several parts of her body, it seemed. It hurt so much. I was difficult to draw breath even. Further antagonized by the fact that she'd exerted herself as much as she could in her attack.


The group seemed to agree with Kei. Making moves to get out of range from the Assailant. That meant getting out of the vicinity of the Maplegrounds and back into town. The grand maple tress strewn around the area provided some cover, but they weren't going to be completely safe until they'd obscured themselves with the village houses.

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....

"Hey! Assassin! Your Mother was a Whore and your Father smelt of Cheap Wine!"


The assailant primed the strong of his crossbow as he listened to the heckling coming from far down below.

"Stop playing with the toys and come'ere so I can beat some answers out of yah!"


Spotting Kei attempting to remove Cirika from the scene, the assailant realized that the window of opportunity to kill Cirika was closing, and fast. But, that oversized behemoth was getting to be an appealing target with all the cackling it was up to. Their insults were elementery, surely. Our particular assailant here was one running short of patience, however. They took much more offense to the woman's words than most assassins otherwise would.

"My mummy's a saint. You arrogant meatwench!"


He took aim at Rumiko.
However, the monstrous musclebound person seemed to have an earth force alignment. They rose a rock up as a shield. Given the height the Keep gave him, there was a possibility still of shooting over it. But the chances of landing a headshot were not good. Even with such a big target as Rumiko was.

"Tch. Fine."
"Riskin' it!"

He aimed for Kei, making his way off with the princess. The assailent made a shot mostly hoping that his leading on Kei and some dumb luck might give him a chance...

"Come on...!"

[ Attempting a Role of Fate! - The Assailant fires a Bolt! ]
[ Roll Failed! ]

With a clear tink, the Assailent lets loose another bolt. However, it plunks far off from Kei. Enough to see and hear it drive into the ground, but woefully off the intended target.

The Assailant hissed.

"Garbage! I Should have just brought the bow!"

In that instant, a dead Swallow Beak fell onto the Assailent, knocking the crossbow out of their hands. Fumbling to grab it and reload it gave the party the time to escape safely. With the Assailent commanding the superior position from which to fire upon the party, and the inability for anyone to access the keep which oddly remained locked down, the party's only logical choice was to withdraw to the village.


  

"My goodness, is that Lady Cirika?"

"By Aachen. What's happened up in the maplegrounds!? What was that big monster that landed from the sky!?"
"Nevermind that, the bids are all falling from above!"
"Nevermind all that. Lady Cirika's been injured. Come, we need to tend to her!"


A crowd of peasants began to gather around the party after they reached the safety of the village. Eying Cirika's sorry state with worry, but also utterly fascinated with what was occurring.

Ultimately, they were lead into one of the town's homes by a peasant woman and local guards who introduced her as one of the available doctors. They tended to the wounds of Cirika, as well as to the injuries of those in the party who also got hurt in the fight.



[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village, Village Apothecary]

In the shelter of this home, they were finally able to rest. A much needed rest was finally possible.

Cirika was struggling to stay awake. Twinges of pain were keeping her up, but her exhaustion was driving her to the point of wanting to pass out.

"Lady Cirika... you must rest. You absolutely must."


The doctor whom had been tending over Cirika gave his patient a worried look before looking to the others.

"Alright then. Lady Moriya and esteemed travelers. From what I understand... you all fought and ultimately defeated an um..."
"Lesser Dragon."


He uttered the name of the beast particularly slowly for punctuality.

"...."


He looked among the group inventively for a moment. But when he got no immediate answer, her motioned his hand, rolling forward seeming to urge them to respond on.



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Kiri ducked back behind the crates, fumbling to load up her crossbow again. After having slit the mini-arrow thing into a slot that it seemed to fit nicely into, Kiri wiped her forehead clear of a bit of nervous sweat and glanced at her weapon with a grin. Whatever was going on back there was, it was loud.

"Ready," she assured herself, preparing to have another go at the giant lizard. With one last, deep breath, Kiri whirled around the side of the crates, staring down her crossbow just in time to see Cirika deal the dragon one, final slice.

"W-wait, it’s over already...?!" Kiri lowered the crossbow, relieved. "Nice wor— EEK!" Her encouraging words were cut short as a dead bird faceplanted straight into the nearby gravel. Looking up, she grinned with glee as the wretched little noisemakers started to pick each other off. Vengeance was sweet.

All of a sudden, everyone exploded into an energetic fuss, ending with Kei carrying Cirika away in a haste and Rumiko hurling insults about. It took a few moments of standing there awkwardly in confusion until Kiri finally pieced the scene together.

"Oh no..." she uttered. "Someone’s actually trying to kill Ciri...?!" For a moment, Kiri looked like she was ready to rush straight for the Keep, but eventually followed with the rest of the group and ran.


  
[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Village Apothecary ]

"That was lesser...!?" Kiri stared wide-eyed at the doctor. "I’ve never seen a bigger bird in my life. I’d hate to meet a greater dra— excuse me for a moment, can I just..."

Wandering over to a nearby cabinet, Kiri swapped a few bottles of liquid around so the shelf’s contents met some particular pattern in her head. She quickly returned to Cirika’s bedside, staring her in the eyes.

"Ciri..." she began with a concerned tone, pausing a moment, "...are you okay? Do you know who would try to do something like this?"

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Saburo



[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village, The Maplegrounds]

The dragon was dead. Sabruo jumped in the air slightly, he was alive!

The tufts of his hair wavered as an air shot past him towards Cirika. "AH GODS"

Dead birds rained from the sky.

Two seconds of contentness, just two seconds.

They began to flee. That was good. Say one thing about Saburo, he was good at retreating.

He nearly tripped on a bird's corpse as he ran.


 

"Alright then. Lady Moriya and esteemed travelers. From what I understand... you all fought and ultimately defeated an um..."
"Draaaa-"
"Lesser Dragon."

As the doctor gave a stare that most authority figures did when they wanted someone to speak about their misdeeds. Saburo coughed faintly. "K-Killed a dragon, innit."

He suddenly shot his hands infront of him. "AND THEN! A-Attemption assassination. Don't worry, we, er, rescued Cirika from troubles. But there is danger in the myst of this town!"

"~~Seriously Dragons and Assasssins no wonder this place blew up~~"

Saburo kicked the ground slightly. "So...we, um, still getting the feast. Right?"

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Kei Daidouji, #00FFFF

[Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Maplegrounds]

He barely had time to appreciate the insults that the Miko was slinging before a crossbow bolt was darting across the air, and Kei barely had enough time to hear it whistle before it... thudded incompetently on the grass nearby. Wow, he'd met village idiots who were better assassins. He was glad that these guys were such idiots, because now he could get away without harm.

"Heh, you're lucky that didn't hit me, princess. I charge by the crossbow bolt."
Kei teased, smiling widely as he crossed into town. He was home free now, and the assassins couldn't move nearly as freely while they were in town.

Or so he hoped.


  
[ Month of Harvest, Haschou Village / Village Apothecary ]

"Alright then. Lady Moriya and esteemed travelers. From what I understand... you all fought and ultimately defeated an um..."
"Lesser Dragon."

Kei looked at the poor villager. He couldn't blame him for being confused. Kei was confused too, but he was rapidly accepting that this town was out of sorts in every way possible. It should just be rubble and flames, but they were sitting in someone's business.

Kiri seemed out of it. She called the lesser dragon a bird, which was incorrect by merit of the name.

"Every noble has someone out to kill them. Could be saints, but saints are always killed unpleasantly. Never heard of a saint or noble who died peacefully with no enemies."


"AND THEN! A-Attemption assassination. Don't worry, we, er, rescued Cirika from troubles. But there is danger in the myst of this town!"

"~~Seriously Dragons and Assasssins no wonder this place blew up~~"


Seemed like Kiri wasn't the only one out of it.

"So...we, um, still getting the feast. Right?"

"Wow, and I thought that my commentary was unpleasant. Saburo, if Cirika dies, then we don't get a feast. She'd not in danger of that, but if you remember right, Cirika did just get blasted with fire, shot at, and hauled around on somebody's shoulder. I'd say that our priority right now is healing our wounds and staying safe, then wondering if we're going to get a pat on the back for killing a lesser dragon."

Kei quickly turned to the Apothecary and gave a quick explanation that was a bit more than Saburo's. But not by much. "The birds were led by the Lesser Dragon. In order to get rid of the birds we killed the dragon. Cirika was made a little crispy by the dragon, others got kinda injured -but I wasn't keeping track of who was hurt-and we killed it. Except that after we did, some jackwagon with a crossbow shot at us. We carried Cirika out because she was injured, and now you're all caught up."

"No, it doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's the truth."


Kei's eyes moved to Kiri, wondering if she knew. Was it her father's assassins? Did she know? Was this an act? Could he trust her?

"...Kiri, let Cirika recover some first before answering. Besides, I think you ended up hurt? You should get taken care of as well. You and... Runara I think? Either way, we don't know if the assassins will come back yet or not, but we should be ready to fight if they do."


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