Chapter 4
member recruitment 4
When we came of age at 15 years old, as planned we formed a group of six. We challenged several level 1 shrines to test our abilities.
They are all called Treasure shrines, but they are ranked according to location, gimmick difficulty, threats, and the obtainable treasures.
Level 1 shrines were popular with novice hunters and were quite simple.
For us that went through grueling training and held inexhaustable enthusiasm, they werenât a challenge.
Within our generation of novice hunters we were the fastest at capturing shrines. The future of Treasure Hunters.
While having that kind of reaction, I became convinced my ability was one or two times beneath the others.
While I had some awareness while we were training, when I was thrown into the thick of it, it was like I had fallen into an abyss.
The difference in ability wasnât too severe for the moment, but in a few years I wouldnât be able to keep up on their hunts.
While they were geniuses, I only had talent within the range of ordinary Treasure Hunters.
An excessive hindrance.
At that time, in that moment, for the first time I understood it from the bottom of my heart.
We, were not equal.
The same age, raised in the same environment, but we were not born equal. A person with more magic power, someone thatâs physically stronger.
Even though we were siblings, my younger sister had talent in magic, while I had none.
It was such a frustrating thing.
Well, my sister wasnât blood related though.
We were best friends that grew up together.
Before making the decision to become hunters, we were always together in the same group.
Sometimes we had a difference in opinion, and sometimes we fought, but it always came good in the end.
My hometown was a tiny neighbourhood, so we were like half family.
I truly was the weakest one.
Everyone probably noticed my lack of talent and slow growth, but they didnât say anything about it out of kindness.
And so the night we first captured a shrine, at the inn we were staying at â for the first time in my life I cried into a pillow by myself.
I worried all night long, and then finally came to the decision to give up on everything.
Treasure shrines store up on dangers and riches.
Dense concentrations of Mana Material create Relics, but at the same time give birth to Phantoms â to reject intruders.
If we were to continue hunting together, one day I would get in the way and put the whole party at risk.
If I were to make an error and get abandoned Iâd just die. But thatâs not the problem (well, it is a problem though).
They definitely wouldnât make that choice. Besides I donât want to die either.
Itâs shameful to give up on your dreams, but itâs a better choice than putting your friends in danger.
My adventure ended with the capture of a beginner shrine.
Depending how you view it, I could at least boast that I had been a part of the same group as those guys.
The next day I assembled them all in one room of the inn, and told everyone I was giving up on being a treasure hunter.
Tears had already been shed the previous night, so thatâs probably why I didnât cry.
And then, the friend that first brought up becoming Treasure Hunters way back at the start, later on the disciple of a sword master and becoming widely known for his
phantasmagoric (ever changing) sword â Luke Sycor spoke up with an undefeatably earnest expression.
âI also spent the night thinking about it, but Cry, you donât have a particular role so become our leader.â
â.....Hey now, did you not listen to anything I just said?â That was the begining of everything, and the end.
My friends talent exceeded my expectations by far, and the level of the Shrines we captured quickly rose.
After just one year I couldnât keep up with them, but I always remained as the leader. Because they were a bunch of idiots.
Stupidest, but the strongest. My enthusiasm quickly dried up as I alone was swallowed by the fear of death.
Ever since that point I have felt like retiring as a hunter, but I stayed on as the leader.
And several years down the line till now, the outcome is that I still carry the burden of being the leader of ever increasing monsters.
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âIs that the rumoured guy from Strangry? Isnât he kinda weak? He canât even stand up.â
âWhat has he been doing until now? Heâs caused an uproar.â
â...A little while ago that guy, he was lined up behind me outside...â Gossip starts up. Iâm paying for my mistakes.
I absentmindedly run my gaze across the table of ãStrange Griefã.
Since the party members apart from me rarely attend, weâre monopolising a vacant table.
More precisely the others left the Imperial Capital to capture a shrine, so they arenât here.
The convergence of everyones line of sight feels awful. I have the the attention of every single person.
But nobody comes closer.
What have I done... All I did was sleep in a bit late. This is why I wanted to go home so bad!
This wouldnât have happened if I wasnât here right?! âSo this... is loneliness, huh...â
I give a nihilistic smile, and utter a soliloquy.
My stomach cramped so much it hurt. I am definitely the one with the weakest body in the room.
Trying to escape from this wasnât a trifling joke. It scared me.
What kind of reaction would these pepole have if they knew I wasnât just a member of Strange Grief, but itâs leader?
Tino who was pulling me over to the table looked like her head would explode from wanting to keep them all in check. She had a dangerous look in her eyes.
âMaster, donât mind them please. The magnificence of Master, Iâm the one who knows it best.â
âItâs your fault that I am suffering from this mental anguish in the first place.â
Tino Shade is my childhood friendâs, the Genocidal Monster ãPeerless ShadowãLiz-chanâs apprentice.
Back then, I recalled the circumstances just after I came to the Imperial Capital.
A few years after she became Liz Smarts apprentice, I along with Arch Brave and a few other parties formed the clan First Step, and that girl was also there with us.
She adores Liz as her Onee-sama, and from that connection she calls me Master. Sheâs not a party member of Strange Grief, something more like a half mascot.
Before long it wasnât really appropriate to call her a mascot, and she became another monster with crazy prospects.
By the way, Iâm referred to as master while being the leader of Strange Grief, because Iâm also the clan master of First Step.
In other words Iâm at the top of the monsters. At the time it was being decided everyone was just going along with things because no one wanted the position, so before I knew it I was the one in the seat. Just remembering it makes me want to throw up.
âWhat are you here for? A Hunt?â
To my question Tino held my arm, got closer to my body and looked at me with upturned eyes.
The cutesy act and short temper is surely from her teacherâs bad influence.
â......because, today, Masterâs Strange Grief was, was searching... for party members, I heard...â
â......I didnât say so. I would tell you that face to face....â
Itâs because of the deputy clan leader, who was angry that the creator of this event never showed up to it.
More or less, I show up everytime but disguised as a guest.
In the first place, I think itâs strange for people to make so much noise over such vague gossip.
However since it draws so many people, we should leak rumours next time too. The members of Strange Grief are already solidified, but there are still parties searching for excellent members.
I donât think I should come anymore. Next time... or rather, Iâm never coming again.
Please just get along without fighting each other.
My dramatic appearance had thrown everyone off their bearings, and it was nice that nobody was approaching while I was chatting to Tino.
Then from the next table over a handsome guy started coming.
The people in the surroundings broke apart creating a fissure to let him pass.
A man that looks better than any one else here in that white uniform created in the style of the Imperial military.
Silky smooth golden hair, friendly blue eyes.
Born and raised in the empire, and undoubtedly one of the strongest hunters in it.
Lion. Hero. Arch Braveâs leader.
ãSilver Star Heavy Thunderãis his alias, one of the five people in the Empire given a level 7 hunter ranking.
Ark Rodin.
Heâs also the rival of my childhood friends.
A guy that gets to party up with cute girls, quite an unpleasant person. Furthermore heâs freaking strong but isnât self obsessed about it, heâs so wonderful that it grates on your nerves.
And the fact that he sees right through my petty jealousy just makes me more annoyed.
Itâs a negative chain.
âCry, youâre late. Something happen?â â...Not really. I just overslept.â
âAhahahahaha, your jokes are as funny as ever.â
Ark laughs cheerfully, saying I was being funny. It wasnât a joke though. âDonât get any closer to Master. You faker.â
âAhahahahahahahahaâ
Tino tried intimidating the handsome guy.
For some reason heâs not mad about it and starts pounding the table while laughing.
Itâs terrifying.
Weâre not in private so I donât think itâs a good idea to snap at each other. Itâs a mistake in education.
âYou were thinking about the fun you would have today, so you couldnât sleep right?â
I was so full of anxiety I laid awake until dawn. Thatâs the reason I slept in.
Appearing before a bunch of quick tempered and strange monsters, I would never do so if I wasnât so afraid of the clan deputy.
The hunters have superior abilities, so even though Iâm the master my position is at the bottom.
âI see... so you were hiding in the shadows as a participant so you could judge from there.
...Quite underhanded isnât it? There was that big rule of having to wear a uniform, yet you arenât wearing one, and youâre not displaying your mark.â
âI just said I overslept didnât I? Listen to people.â I didnât have any time to prepare.
Ark narrows his eyes and gives me a scrutinising look.
Even if heâs a handsome genius, heâs still a hunter and doesnât listen to people when they are talking.
There was no judging going on. Whoever other parties recruit isnât my concern, and no one was being invited to my party.
Todays participation was just some window dressing.
âMaster, this man is too impolite. He should be expelled from the clan.â âAhahahahahahahaha, Tino youâre the same as ever, so hilarious!â
âIâd be happy if everyone was as broad minded as Ark though.â
Ark, Greg-sama, Tino and that boy from before, a fight has nearly broken out three times now.
Ark reaches out to stroke Tinoâs head, and she avoids it like a threat.
You have courage to touch the small monster. You can stroke it but be careful if it bites you.
I donât want to get in fights so I rarely go outside, if I do I wear a disguise. The most well known face here is probably Arkâs.
A number of hunters are peeking this way.
Ark was being reserved, but there was no sign of any one coming forward to get between us.
Before the member recruitment is over, by all means please come have a chat with him.
âSo, did you find a good member?â
To my question, Ark collects his attention on me.
Even now Arch Brave is screening prospective applicants.
Heâs their leader, so a new member could be decided once he says a name. Even if itâs not an invitation, other parties would scramble to recieve someone that gained the attention of a super celebrity like Ark.
Ark furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, then let out a small groan and shook his head.
âFrankly, itâs difficult. There are some great people here, but would they keep up with me if we went to capture a shrine?â
His words made me widen my eyes unintentionally. Thatâs exactly it. Monsters are born within monsters.
The strength of a hunter for some reason, is proportional to how many shrines they have captured.
Arch Brave is continually capturing higher difficulty shrines, thereâs no easy way for someone to catch up and be ready to join a party like that.
If you had that much power, you would already be flourishing.
This is an event to find people with good future prospects.
The applicants that have been given an infinitely high hurdle seem a bit pitiable. Arks eyes shine with a momentary glimmer of light. He asks in a calm tone of voice.
âSpeaking of, has Cry found anyone?â
I donât know since I havenât been searching at all. I raise my head and take a look around.
Whenever my line of sight meets with a hunter, their face freezes from the tension.
Standing next to the wall looking uncomfortable, my line of sight meets with Ruda. Next to her with his eyes wide open was Greg-sama, wearing an indescribable facial expression.
The red headed boy that was trying to pick a fight with everyone had his arms restrained behind his back by members of Footprints. His teeth were bared even so.
Looking at Tino as he struggled and shook his shoulders.
âHm-? We have enough members already. If I named someone, would you take them in?â
Ark shut his eyes and meditated on the words I said as a joke. â......Yes. I trust in your words Cry.â
Everyone in the room became noisy.
While we were in the same clan, which party leaves the choosing of its members up to someone else?
Furthermore itâs one the top parties in the empire, that gets competitive over a single spot.
âWha-, Ark!?â
One of his party â a priest girl raises her voice in panic.
I raise myself up, fold my arms, and lean back with my legs crossed. I smile. â......Oh. Interesting. Anything goes?â
â...Just one person. I donât have the surplus to raise more than that.â Ark gulps back saliva. This guy is really tolerant.
But a reccomendation, huh? Interesting. An interesting thing to think about, Ark.
This is a good opportunity. Itâll become a hot topic.
People will talk about it, and then even more people will come to the next recruitment.
Iâll need to rent an even bigger room.
The problem is, I havenât been able to pick any one out.
From what Iâve seen, thereâs some trash with a small amount of talent, a hunter with some experience thatâs a slightly amusing piece of trash, and a passably strong piece of trash that doesnât know itâs own place.
Not exactly the kind of lineup you would recommend to Arch Brave, and I have no special ability to understand someoneâs latent potential.
No matter what I say, if I canât produce a suitable applicant itâs going to create some friction.
The quickest way would be to recommend this solo girl here from Footprints. Our clan is excellent so a certain amount of ability will be guaranteed.
Our eyes casually meet, and she blushes as she speaks.
âMaster, how wonderful. But Iâve decided to go to the same places as Master, to be able to choose you is an honor.
I refuse to enter into this fakerâs party. Please choose someone apart from me.â âI really need to check on what Liz has been teaching you.â
My friends have been long time rivals of Arch Brave.
Different from the tolerant ãHoly Spiritã here, my party was extremely narrow minded.
For a moment I check again to see if I can find someone good, but I canât.
Maybe itâs better just to keep the cocky smile I have going and just say there isnât anyone.
But, thereâs some monsters peeking this way with a serious look that might take an issue with that.
I knit my brows together and put on a face like I had done a lot of thinking as I speak.
Although I had given up on my past motivation, my current goal was to at least look like a hardboiled cool and strong guy.
âHmm, yeah... there is someone, itâs just. I was waiting to bring them over to ours at the the right time.â
âOi!â
A voice filled with hostility. The boy that had been restrained had forcibly shaken off the members of Footprints.
Heâs thrusting his finger towards me in a grand gesture.
As expected of someone who was granted level 4, it seems like they have some power.
âNo matter what, you owe me an apology! If you want to nominate someone, make it me!â
He shouted so hard heâs left gasping for breath. The nerves on this guy. Anyway to Arch Brave a level 4 hunter may as well be an ordinary person.
âYou, are you already in a party?â â...That type of thing, is unrelated!!â No, itâs related though.
I put my hand on my chin, and give the boy a serious look over.
He must have talent. He has courage. His sharp toungue and rudeness is something Arks team could discipline him on.
Comparing all rounders to single minded types, statistics point to one being stronger.
Iâd be worried he might get someone killed if I entered him into Strange Grief, but if heâs in Holy Spirit it becomes Arks problem so I donât care.
I put my hands together in a loud clap and grinned at the boy. âYour name is?â
â...Gilbert Bush. Gilbert, of the ãSword of Purgatoryã!â
He was excited for a moment, but managed to control his shouting voice in the last moment.
I guess that Sword of Purgatory refers to the Relic he carries on his back.
Probably isnât an actual alias. There are only a few hunters in the capital that are known by one.
Ark is looking over Gilbert seriously. Even with a reassessment he will still look like a brat.
I clapped my hands and spoke condescendingly.
âAlright then Gilbert. Iâll recommend you to Ark. But thereâs just one condition. âThereâs...a condition!?â
I canât get a good judgement. Ruda seems like slightly talented trash, Greg-sama looks like amusing trash, and Gilbert looks like trash that doesnât know itâs place. But nothing is certain.
I canât be a good judge, so whoever I choose will come down to luck anyway.
âYeah. Just one condition... ãDonât loseã. Whatâs the most necessary thing for a hunter? ãVictoryãâ
Gilbert is looking over with a puzzled expression. No, everyone in the clan is quietly listening to me.
Iâm just spouting out a bunch of random words, donât take it so seriously... I want to throw up.
âIf you donât have that ability you will expose your party to danger. For this reason show me that you ãDonât loseã.
By the way ever since I became a hunter... I have never been defeated.â âWhat!?â
I havenât fought anyone. Itâs because I never fight. I use any measures to run away from a battle.
Sometimes I use my friends as a shield, sometimes my influence, at others wealth. Thatâs why Iâll play the same hand in this battle.
From the little finger on my left hand I pull out a gold ring, I fling it at Gilbert.
That ring is the ãBullet Fingerã. Itâs quite a common thing, but itâs a Relic from a shrine.
It has a trivial amount of power, but it has value if you want to sell it. Catching it with his right hand, the boy Gilbert frowns.
I smile and loudly shout.
âEvery member here listen up. I plan on giving Gilbert a recommendation.
But if someone knocks him down and takes that ring, Iâll recommend them to Arch Brave.
Incidentally, that ring is a Relic, so if you donât want a recommendation, Iâll just give you that instead.
Ark lets out a short whistle.
Tino understands the situation immediately, and in an instant closes the distance on Gilbert and gives him a hard kick to the face.
My smile is cramping up, so before any one notices I quietly stand up. â...Now then, lets escape.â
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This is the story of a hero.
The Golden Age of treasure hunters.
Men and women search for wealth, honor, power â an era where people wish for glory.
The story of the childhood friends with brilliant talents aiming to become the strongest,
The clan that aims for the same,
And one person, the one concerned thats consigned to be a bystander watching over it all,
My story, the tale of Strange Grief.
Translator Notes
Again Holy Spirit refers to Arch Brave here.
Arkâs main descriptor is Ikeman â basically as cool and good looking as a movie star.
Tino often calls him a false Ikeman or calls him shallow, but it was hard for me to translate it in.
Cry is an unreliable narrator â he misrepresents the truth to the reader, and his own narrated opinions can be incorrect. Hopefully I can get this across accurately.