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 98: I’ll Show You True Mist Magic

Chapter 98: I’ll Show You True Mist Magic

At the Adventurer’s Guild, I checked with Shaaru-chan about magic items. They’re dungeon drops, but the difficulty’s high. She suggested a beginner course, so I’m taking her up on it, but I hadn’t settled on a party name. Shaaru asked Bestelta for registration details.

“Maybe she’s talking to me?”

Bestelta was scanning the guild, not listening. Well, she doesn’t understand the language, so fair enough.

“Yeah. She needs your name and fighting style.”

“Up to you, Kei.”

She starts looking around again. Is a room full of races that rare? You’re the one standing out, Bestelta. Super exotic beauty in a rider’s suit and shades, oozing pheromones.

“Sorry, Shaaru-san, she’s a beastman from far away. I’m the only one who understands her.”

I’m hiding she’s a demi-human, of course.

“I-I see. That’s why you need magic items. She’s… really stunning…”

Shaaru stares, awestruck. You get her charm? Good, have some candy.

“…Hah, s-sorry, I zoned out.”

“No worries, it’s fine.”

Flustered Shaaru-chan. Could watch her forever.

“S-So, may I have your companion’s name?”

“Her name’s Bestelta. Crazy physical skills, fights barehanded. Sharp senses, probably good for scouting too.”

“B-Barehanded? Incredible. Got it, I’ll register her.”

(Bestelta-san, huh?)

(Such a beautiful name… I’d love to team up.)

(Idiot, she’d brush you off. Look at that calm, overwhelming vibe—like raw power. She’s no ordinary.)

(Who’s the guy next to her? A servant?)

(No clue. A pet, maybe?)

(That guy’s face is plain, but something about him creeps me out.)

(Shh, he’ll hear you.)

I hear you. I’m remembering your faces.

Ugh, reminds me of my ramen shop days. Changed in the bathroom, and a coworker went, “Ugh, working with Tanezu today?” So depressing.

“Kei-san, just to confirm, your name and… what magic should I list? Want to disclose skills?”

“No skill disclosure.”

Disclosing skills would be way too risky.

Oh, right. Last time, Shaaru-chan warned me that “frontline with multiple magics is too flashy, better avoid it.” Hmm. I’ve decided, though it took some thought.

Senpuu Mahou (Annihilation Wind Magic) is versatile and easy to picture. Starts weak but could be terrifying mastered, like Putyuera.

Kenju Mahou (Wise Tree Magic) needs plants to shine but is unmatched in the right conditions. Scout, tank, attacker—all in one.

Chidoku Mahou (Earth-Poison Magic) is tricky but versatile due to earth’s nature. Great for offense and defense, with poison’s unique potential.

Renkan-ko stays hidden for combo use. Without it, I’m way weaker.

After mulling it over, here’s my pick.

“Tanezu Kei, 29. Rookie J-rank, but I use mist magic, please.”

I chose Sengiri Mahou (Thousand Mist Magic). It’s got romance. Never heard of mist magic, and I can grow it with Sandria. Plus, it’s practical. My axe Francesca goes slash and boom, so instant mist-blinding combos well.

Mufufu, mist and axe? I’m the first, right? Gets me pumped.

“Gahaha! 29 and a J-rank old man? With useless mist magic? Hilarious!”

“Hold up, give him a break, he’s trying, pfft.”

“Hey, old man, mocking adventurers? Daylight’s all about real skill. Go die in the sticks.”

…Huh?

Ugh, they’re mocking me hard. Why? Mist magic’s cool.

Bwahahaha! A few adventurers are losing it. Red faces—drunk, maybe? This much laughing’s pissing me off.

Hmm, but good info. Pure meritocracy, huh?

“K-Kei-san, mist magic is a bit…”

Shaaru leans in, hesitant. Ugh, she smells amazing. No, focus. Picture Halcrift’s face. Ugh.

“Something wrong?”

“Mist magic is legit, but adventurers see it as a weaker water magic, useless for attack or defense. It’s sometimes a slur for ‘worthless,’ so maybe reconsider?”

“Got it. Thanks.”

I understand. Don’t agree, but I get it.

Mist magic’s got that rep? Can’t let Sandria hear—she’d be crushed. Lamialka’d probably flood the city with poison.

“I’ll stick with mist magic for registration.”

“Yo, old man, you deaf? Earholes clogged with orc shit?”

“Wanna get smashed?”

“Challenging us to a duel?”

Same guys, still laughing. Their faces scream villain. How do you even look that evil? Older than me, maybe younger? All bald. Shiny, slippery bald. Like boiled octopuses. Oh no, I’m cracking up.

“Pfft.”

“You laughing at our heads?”

“You’re dead, man.”

“Kill him.”

“Hey, receptionist, prep a duel. Gonna crush this guy.”

They’re targeting Shaaru-chan now…

“P-Please, let’s talk—”

“Shut up! I’ll wreck you! Hurry!”

“U-Uh.”

Shaaru-chan’s trembling, tears in her eyes, but she doesn’t budge. I’m in love.

“Rude words to a lady? Shows your class.”

I point out gently. I’m a gentleman, gotta warn them.

“Shut it, useless mist punk. No prep needed—I’ll kill you here.”

“Rookie J-rank trash. We’re F-rank, gonna teach you your place.”

Eyes bloodshot. They’re gone.

“Hmm, not good. Young folks are too hot-blooded.”

“What’s that creepy talk?”

Just wanted to say it.

“Haha, come on, baldies! Ditch the hair and fight!”

I beckon. Oh, I’m hyped.

“Die!”

A boiled octopus baldhead charges, sword raised.

…

“Huh? Slow.”

I set my elbow in his path.

“Bogwah!”

Baldhead slams into my elbow trap, flying sideways. Copied Fei-san’s elbow trick. Minimal movement, solid impact. Felt gross hitting his face. One down.

I timed a counter elbow, but he was so slow. What’s this? Intentional? So slow, even Musculus’d land on my arm to mock him.

“Yo, a fight!”

“F-rank got smoked by a J? Lame.”

No, it’s the other way around.

Adventurers are chill, though. This must be normal.

“Hey, wasn’t that guy from Starheads, F-rank?”

“Yeah, bad attitude but solid skills.”

Starheads? Couldn’t pick a better name?

F-rank’s sixth from the top, mid-tier-ish? Sounds weak, though.

“Kei, what’s with these guys?”

Bestelta says, like she’s eyeing roadside pebbles.

“They came at me for being 29 and J-rank. Also mocked mist magic.”

“Hmm? Humans discriminate by age? Weird. But mocking mist magic pisses me off. Poor Sandria.”

Bestelta’s on the same page. Nice.

She stomps a knocked-out F-rank, grinning.

“Gueh.”

“Mocking my friend and Contractor? I’ll show you hell. Come at me, foolish humans.”

Mimicking my beckon, but she pulls it off better. Super villain vibe, but her twitching mouth says she’s having fun.

“You bitch!”

“Get her, all at once!”

The remaining baldheads charge.

“Kei, I’ll take two.”

Don’t kill, okay?

“Take it easy… Shaaru-san, watch. I’ll show you true mist magic.”

“H-Huh?”

While I’m flexing to Shaaru-chan, two baldheads rush Bestelta.

“Hmph!”

“Gobeh!”

A demi-human fist uppercuts from below.

Well, a body blow, but brutal. The guy folds, floats a meter, crashes, eyes white, twitching. Second down.

“Yoi!”

“Kah!”

The last bald gapes.

Bestelta spins gracefully—Bestelturn.

Then a terrifyingly fast backhand chop. I barely caught it.

It grazes his jaw, shakes his brain, and he collapses, knees buckling. I thought his jaw got shaved off. Too sharp. Third down.

Man, she should enter a year-end fight event.

Now, true mist magic.

“Dense Fog!”

“Ugh, what! Can’t see!”

Mist clings to the last bald’s face, sparing his shiny head to highlight it.

“Damn, where are you!”

Fufufu. Learned this Dense Fog from Fei-san’s training. Near-instant cast, low mana. Feels solid. I’m getting a knack for it—proficiency stat, maybe? I might master Thousand Mist Magic.

He swipes at the mist, but it won’t clear. My fog’s special.

That gap in close combat? Fatal. Get it?

“This is for Sandria!”

“Bubeh!”

Bestelta’s Spartan kick KOs him. So satisfying. Fourth down. Done.

“J-rank and his buddy smoked the Tsurins!”

Tsurin, huh? Almost Tsurlin. Awful name.

“Not bad! Gahaha!”

Oh? They’re cheering. Back slaps and free ale. Gulp gulp—tastes like barley tea. Kidding, it’s ale.

“Knocking them out okay?”

Feeling uneasy, I ask a dwarf-looking adventurer.

“No big deal, happens all the time. Tsurins aren’t bad fighters but hit a wall. They mess with newbies to vent. Good lesson for ‘em.”

Tsurins—shitty name, shitty behavior. Glad I decked them.

Also, I’m not an old man. Late-stage big bro. Etch that on your shiny bald discs.

“Kill someone, and guards come, but a consensual duel’s fine.”

A tiny Halfling adventurer adds. Life’s cheap here. Pure meritocracy, huh? Freedom’s great.

“K-Kei-san, I called staff, so let’s continue.”

Shaaru-chan’s used to this. Cleanup crew arrives, muttering, “Got wrecked bad,” “Slacked off, huh?” while tending the Tsurins. Sensibilities here are wild.

Right, what’s next? Party name. Hmm.