I woke up the next morning. I was still alive. I slowly opened the door, peering outside.
I went outside to wash my face with cold water and feed the animals.
I had breakfast inside the house and then, I decided I should take care of the field for a bit.
Donned on my battle gear, I went to the field while keeping watch of the sky. The field was still partially destroyed and some of the plants were already rotting, however, I was relieved to know only a small part of my field was destroyed.
I leveled the ground that got damaged because of the battle from the other day and watered the crops that didn’t get harmed. After quickly finishing tending to the field, I returned to my house by keeping my body low on the ground and staying vigilant of the sky.
I had lunch. I didn’t use any fire to make lunch.
I trained in the blacksmith workshop.
I combined both my body and spirit to unleash the ‘foot sword kick’.
I practiced thrusting using a sword made from pig iron inside the blacksmith workshop.
I trained wholeheartedly, paying no heed even when the sweat was trickling down my body. I did nothing but work hard at training martial arts and swordsmanship.
This might be the first time I ever devoted so much time in training. Not only did my martial arts and swordsmanship improve but I also felt like I was more prepared in case of emergency. Even though if I were to think rationally, it was impossible to try to bring that flying lizard with ‘foot sword kick’. But I just felt like when I had to face that kind of situation again, I felt like I’d choose a different course of action than before.
I wiped the sweat from my body with a wet towel and then for dinner, I had preserved food and the water from my flask. Then I slowly opened the door, peering outside to check if there was any danger.
After making sure the coast was clear, I took Ash in my arms and went back to my bedroom. I placed the lantern near my pillow and laid on my back without changing out of my battle gear. My sword, shield and bow were placed within my arms reach.
I drifted to sleep, hoping I could make it alive through this night as well.
T/N: MC, at this point… Shouldn’t you just stay at an inn or something? I mean, I guess… Taking a 30 minutes carriage ride to the town might be dangerous too….