The Ordinary Sorcerer's Fun Otherworld Villain Play - Chapter 10 - The Reincarnator's Baptism (Classmate POV - Snow)

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“Hah, hah, hah…”

My breathing jumped.

The smell of blood.

The smell of fat.

Clinging and won’t let go.

“Snow… here, water… it’s good to take a little in your mouth.”

“Th-thank you, but I’m fine…”

I didn’t accept the offered leather water pouch.

There’s no way I could put anything in my mouth right now.

“Ueeee, oeeeeee…”

“Natsu~ are you okay~?”

“…Tch, what a terrible state. This is… not just the work of beasts or monsters. Hey, brats, pull yourselves together.”

Death was piled up here.

It was supposed to be simple training.

Today’s training given to us reincarnated heroes was night patrol.

Walk around the village and check if there’s anything dangerous.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

But now spread before us is a mountain of corpses.

The smell of corpses I was smelling for the first time in my life has a strange sickly sweetness that’s truly nauseating.

“Aki. Does your Gift have any reaction?”

“…Nothing, instructor. There’s nothing alive around.”

We were reincarnated heroes.

That’s what we were called.

Summoned by the power of Chief Deity Maris, given new lives in this world.

Our power, Gifts, were also presents from Maris-sama or the 7 Great Gods who were her servants.

Those who received Gifts, the Gifted.

Some people call us that.

That day, all of us who reincarnated awakened as Gifted and were receiving education as heroes.

“…You shouldn’t push yourself. I still have the common sense from the previous world, and so do you.”

“That’s… true.”

“Mou~, I-I’m bad with gory stuff like this… Haru, why are you fine?”

“I like horror.”

There were two things I clearly knew about this world right now.

There wee two types: people with previous life memories and those without.

And.

“But more than that, I’m gradually forgetting about the previous world. I remember everyone’s my friend but… um, why did we become friends?”

Haru-chan who remained unfazed even seeing corpses tilted her head.

…We were slowly forgetting about the previous world.

Being painted over by this cruel world’s common sense.

I know this.

In Japanese, this was what you call a seriously bad pattern!

“…This equipment is too abundant for bandits. Plus, the number of tents and the number of corpses don’t match.”

“What do you mean, sensei?”

An orange vibrant girl.

My friend, Haru-chan, asked the teacher who’s our reincarnated hero educator.

The strongest knight of the Holy Maris Church.

Knight Yudal.

For him, this kind of scenery was probably familiar.

“Too few corpses. But from the residual mana, they didn’t escape. Everyone was killed here, and then some… were fed to summoned or controlled monsters or something.”

“Yuck, you can do that? Magic is scary~”

Haru-chan answered nonchalantly.

A-as expected of a super popular idol.

Whether it’s being used to performances or having guts…

“You’ll all eventually be able to do it too. No, you need to be able to for the empire’s sake, children of prophecy.”

“Yessir. So, instructor, what do we do with this? Natsu-kun is already barfing.”

“Oeeeeee… people, people are really dead…”

Natsu-kun, unlike Haru-chan, looked like he was having the hardest time.

Even handsome models had strengths and weaknesses…

“I intended for slightly lighter training. What should I explain to the church? —Hmm, this is… tch, found something even more troublesome.”

“This black robe, this is…”

A corpse leaning against a tree trunk.

The large wound in its stomach was probably the fatal injury.

“Uwe…”

Scary… this place where people were casually dead.

Uu, it’s a pretty standard event in Life Field, but in reality the impact is different…

“…Snow, rest. Your complexion is way too bad.”

“Aki, thank you. But I’m fine. …I have to get used to it. I’m a hero after all.”

“…It’s hard to watch. You’re not suited for this, you know. Places like this, look, sit there.”

“Aki.”

“Tch.”

“I’m fine. Can’t you trust my words? My knight?”

“…That way of saying it is cheating. If I judge you really can’t do it, I’m forcibly taking you home.”

“Sorry, Aki.”

I can’t stumble here.

I’ll become strong in this world.

I can’t lose this environment where I can receive education as a hero for that.

“…Milady, for your upbringing, you’ve got guts. While we’re at it, a review of class. That corpse, notice anything?”

“Yes, instructor. This clothing is… I think we learned about it in today’s class—”

Ah, wait, I’ve seen this.

A boss character in Life Field wore something like this.

“The Insect Cult… clothing of its executive members. At least an SS-rank bounty in the empire’s bingo book.”

“SS-rank!? Eh, does that mean possibly stronger than you, a first-class adventurer instructor?”

“Don’t be stupid, I’d win. But I can’t think I could babysit you lot. If this guy were still alive…”

“…Could it be, the ‘Gift’ presence we felt earlier…”

“It was probably the aftermath of the battle between this guy and whoever killed them. That sensation was at least A-rank Gift or higher power activating. But for a battle between Gifted… too quiet.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look around and at the corpses. I taught you in class, right? In battles between high-ranking Gifted, it’s not rare for the surrounding terrain to change.”

The teacher’s sharp eyes became even sharper.

I felt the night wind become cold.

“Despite that. There are many corpses, but far from terrain changes, there aren’t even notable traces of rampage. —What happened here was, rather than battle, a hunt. One-sided hunt by an overwhelmingly strong party. They might still be nearby. A monster capable of hunting Insect Cult executives.”

“…Instructor, that might be right… the darkness spirits are cowering.”

What clings to Aki’s body was black haze.

The manifestation of his Gift.

“Aki huh. Your Gift could be used that way? What are the darkness spirits saying?”

“—The king has come.”

Aki’s words spilled out flatly in response to the instructor’s question.

Dark purple lights floating fluffily around him trembled.

Aki’s fingers also trembled the same.

What his fingers pointed to was the back of the campsite.

A dark, seemingly absorbent cave entrance.

Pointing at that place drifting with the scent of blood and death.

“The Curse King has come.”