Free Isekai Reproduction Life with an Endangered Demi-Human Onee-san in the Forest of Certain Death ~My Mental Stat Is Pathetically Weak, But After Transferring, I’ll Live for Myself This Time~

Chapter 119: Maji Panee Ssu!

“Bestelta, I’m heading to Razu-san’s. You coming?”

“Hmm, I’ll pass. It’s not like we’re adventuring. You can handle a full-on assault, right, Kei? I’ll just wander around.”

With a casual wave, purapura, she’s off. Hope she doesn’t grate someone’s face again… I mean, a full assault? No way I’d win… right? Razu-san’s got a crazy strong vibe. Not as strong as Fei-san, maybe? But both feel like they’ve got hidden depths.

The training’s in the same room as before. Razu-san’s breezy vibe hasn’t changed, nor have the students. But their focus is different—leaning forward, hanging on every word.

“Hey, you made it. No purple nee-chan? Makes this quick. Oi, everyone! Kei’s here. Like I said, he’s cleared floor five. Get his autograph now!”

I was sneaking a peek from the back door when Razu-san spotted me. He beckons, come on, come on. Easier to talk without Bestelta? Either way, I don’t wanna go in.

“Kei-san!”

A lively guy stands up, striding over. Crimson Squad, right? His eyes are intense.

“Thanks for saving us yesterday!”

He bows deeply, gratitude overflowing.

“Everyone’s waiting! Come on, this way!”

“No, no, I’m good!”

He drags me by the hand to the room’s center.

A barrage of stares pierces me.

Ugh… I’m bad with this stuff.

The newbies surround me. What’s this, a fight? Sorry, please forgive me!

A moment of silence.

“K-Kei-san, you’re maji panee ssu!*

A Crimson Squad guy’s eyes sparkle. Flashy dude.

“Clearing floor five means you’re I-rank, right!?”

“Y-Yeah, I guess.”

“Yabeee! Freaking unreal!”

The flashy Crimson Squad guy throws his head back, yelling.

That sparks a flood of newbies swarming me.

“Your mist moves stole my heart!”

“Your axe swings stole my heart!”

“I wanna use a battle axe too! Any recommendations? Bigger the better?”

“T-Thanks for helping us…”

“Thank you…”

“Kei-dono’s quiet yet bold moves—I’ll study them.”

“Hm, they align with Thunder Wolf Style swordsmanship.”

Uh, okay.

What’s this? Like being the class star? My validation cravings are maxed out.

“Tanezu-san… no, Kei-san.”

Turk-kun, silent till now, speaks up.

“Yesterday, we learned our limits. Back in the village, we were the strongest, full of expectations.”

“Turk was the best swordsman, I had sharp eyes and ears, Budz was cautious and strong. We thought we’d dominate the dungeon.”

“We were naive. I let my guard down. Even playing it safe, you can face overwhelming power. You and your team taught us that.”

Dragon Sword’s faces are dead serious. Pamela-chan’s less jumpy without Bestelta. Wanna peropero her.

“Strength above all. Kindness to others. We learned that from you. You and Razu-san showed us idiots the way. Without your advice and actions, we could’ve been in worse shape.”

I glance at Razu-san. He looks away. Did he plant something? That’s not what happened…

“Kei-san, I want to be like you. I want your strength. I want to aim for you… Is that okay?”

Turk-kun’s cute, pleading look makes my heart jyun. Pamela-chan’s cocky eyes soften too. Can’t say no. Aiming for me’s fine, right? Chubby guy… eat lots.

“W-Well, that’s okay.”

“Really!? Thank you!”

Turk-kun pumps his fist, yossha, and jumps. He huddles with his team, sharing joy. That big a deal? Kinda embarrassing.

“Looking forward to learning from you, Master!”

Master?

“Tell Bestelta-san we said hi, Master!”

Uh, Master?

“Lucky to train under a strong, kind Master!”

Why Master?

“Kukkukku. Kei, another disciple? Tough job. Look after ‘em.”

Razu-san smirks, patting my shoulder, pon. What’s he scheming? Another? How’s he know?

“Hey, you planning something?”

“Nothin’ at all.”

Hmph, time for force.

“Oi, Besteltaaa! Make Razu-san wanna talk!”

“Oi, oi, oi! Seriously, stop! She’d actually do it!”

He snaps in a legit panic. Why am I getting yelled at? She’s got sense.

“I’d stop Bestelta if she went wild.”

“You just stood by during Pamela’s thing.”

…Maybe I did.

“Tch… It’s no big deal. Calling you Master doesn’t mean much. High-rank adventurers taking low-rank disciples is common. Gives you clout. Your party name and Pamela’s mess tanked your rep, so I just helped out.”

Ugh, thanks… I guess?

True, Star of Demi-Humans has a bad rap. Disciples could signal “we’re not dangerous,” which helps.

“We won’t burden you, Master. We’ll handle your chores—shopping, adventure prep. We want to learn your essence from the ground up!”

Turk-kun’s desperate. I meet his eyes. Good—no Eyes of Fanatic.

“M-Master?”

He fidgets. Cute, but I’m worried. Don’t wanna warp his future.

“By the way, the mentor-disciple system’s codified in the guild. Back in the day, some forced discipleship or used ‘Master’ for clout, causing issues. Needs a sponsor for approval. I handled that, so relax. Buy me a drink sometime?”

What’s with the unilateral decisions? No drinks for you.

Did he know I’d end up with Dragon Sword? Is he really an adventurer? Seems more like a spy.

Hm? Should I register Zarudo and the kids as disciples? They’re not adventurers yet, so probably fine.

Ugh, played. Razu-san’s got me in his palm. Still, I wanna get along. He’s hard to hate. If he’s scheming… I’ll let the demi-human nee-sans punish him.

My side-eye must’ve landed, ‘cause Razu-san panics, “Don’t call purple nee-chan! I ain’t planning nothing bad. I’d die, no joke.” Did Bestelta scare him that much?

“Alright. Turk—no, Turk, Pamela, and, uh…”

“Budz, that’s me.”

Right, chubby beastman’s name. My bad.

“And Budz. You three want to be my disciples, but I’ve got no secret techniques or grand wisdom. I’m busy, so I might not guide much. I’m not even a high-rank adventurer. You sure?”

“Yes! I mean, yes! We’re sure!”

No need for stiff honorifics. His way of showing respect?

“The other two?”

“Absolutely. Budz and I feel the same as Turk.”

“Yup, that’s me!”

Hmm, fine. Lending my name and checking in occasionally? I never had juniors—kinda nice.

“Got it. Looking forward to it.”

“““Thank you, Master!”””

Their spirited voices echo. Got disciples now. What do I do?

“Wooo! Dragon Sword, congrats!”

Crimson Squad’s flashy guy slings an arm around Turk’s neck. “S-Stop it,” Turk says, embarrassed but not hating it. Pamela and Budz get mobbed with congrats too.

“Good, good,” Razu-san nods, pleased with himself.

I’m not thrilled.

“Razu, you fired them up, so look after them when I’m not around.”

Starting to feel like minimal respect’s enough with this guy. Keep it casual.

“Oho, getting comfy, huh? Love it. Easier to work with. I planned to guide Turk’s crew anyway—let ‘em run free with some advice.”

Then just be their Master!

“Being Kei-san’s peers is our pride!”

“Really impressive…”

“Connecting with Dense Fog and Purple Lightning is pure luck.”

Wait, those nicknames are me and Bestelta? Spare me. My black history’s itching. Bestelta’d love it, but Putyuera’d sulk, flapping her wings, left out.

Razu-san and crew return to training, so I’m finally free. Rough time. Didn’t expect this. Should I introduce Zarudo’s gang to them? Dragon Sword’s not Geos, so it’s tricky. Don’t want non-Geos near the orphanage. Gotta handle this carefully.