The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - 3
Nobody came to wake me up.
It’s been a few days since that shocking day.
I’ve already given up.
It seems that my older brother and sister were also told about it.
They said nasty things like I put our parents in trouble.
Is it my fault?
I don’t know anymore.
First of all, what the 5-year-old me should do is to build my stamina.
I think stamina is the most important thing in case I’m running away.
Next, the skill to look for edible things in the forest.
It’s hard for me because I can’t ask anyone else.
But I have to learn…I have no choice but to build my stamina!
I run through the forest.
It popped up in my head that I should run to build my stamina.
My previous self said that.
This time let’s listen to her obediently.
I’ve been looking for fruits of a tree since this morning today as well, but I can’t find any.
I gradually get used to running alone in the woods every day.
I feel like I’ve built a little stamina.
…It may be just my wish, though.
Suddenly my consciousness returned…huh?
It seems like I got tired and fell asleep.
I froze when I look at my side.
An elderly woman was sitting there.
When our eyes met, the wrinkles on her eyes deepened, and she smiled sweetly.
I remembered that smile.
This person was the fortune teller who lived in the village.
She was always smiling gently and gave advice to the villagers.
“…Hello to you too.”
The fortune teller greeted me first.
I wonder what is this? The sharp pain in my heart.
In these few days, the villagers are aware about my situation.
After that they won’t talk to me, and treat me as an invisible being.
The fortune teller looked at me and began to speak in a quiet voice.
“My fortune telling is predicting the future.
Because it’s only one star, we can only see a little into the future.
When I was in front of you, I could see that something caused you to be in this situation.
But I couldn’t see what the cause was.”
“…Is that so.”
There are a lot of things to think about, but it’s not the fortune teller’s fault.
I think my current situation…is inevitable in this world.
My previous soul said, people who can’t appreciate things will be eliminated in any place.
I can appreciate things a little, though I’m not satisfied.
“A present for you.”
She handed me a bag.
I was confused, but I took it and looked at the inside.
It has a lot of things despite its appearance.
“It’s a degraded version of a magic bag.
I put a lot of things in it.
I’m sure you will need those things from now on.”
I turned the bag upside down.
A lot of things really came out.
There are several books, about how to recognize edible things and about poisonous plants.
Potions…there are several bottles, but they are all in different colors.
A somewhat small knife.
I looked at the fortune teller.
“Since degraded stuffs are thrown away, we can obtain them easily.
Standard Magic Bags have a time stop function attached, but we need money to obtain them.
Potions as well, the ones in the bag are the degraded version.
They are not very effective, but standard potions are quite expensive, so a kid won’t be able to buy them, right.
…Even if they are degraded version, I think you will need them to live by yourself.”
I think this person is a kind person.
Even if I don’t do well, that isn’t really a problem for her.
But even so, she teaches me how to live.
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