The Tutorial Is Too Hard - Chapter 164

I offered the short sword to the kid.

The kid's hand reached out towards the short sword's handle.

With an unusually quick speed.

Sharply.

It didn't look like the movements of a kid who was weak and couldn't even walk right.

Even so, it was still the movements of a little kid.

With this, I think I've given him several chances.

If it were possible, I'd like to roughly turn him in.

Still, isn't this too much of a dead end?

[I don't know what you mean by a 'dead end', but I also think that way. Warrior.]

The holy sword chattered.

Why would you agree on something when you don't know what it is?

It doesn't matter.

Whether the holy sword agrees with my opinion or not, won’t affect my decision.

When the kid's hand touched the short sword's hilt, he touched the edges with his fingers, and rotated it.

As I saw the embarrassed kid's expression, the reverse grip short sword stabbed into his chest.

"AH!"

[TL Note: Changed Korean groaning/moaning sounds. They make no sense in English because they’re sounds made in Korean.]

After he cried out briefly, he fell flat on his face.

He didn't die.

No matter how bad his motor skills are, it wasn't to the point that he would mishandle the short sword.

"Hey, kid."

"Ugh... ah..."

The kid couldn't respond to my words and just groaned in agony.

"Hey, kid. Say something."

[I would just kill him discreetly, and find a new guide.]

The holy sword chattered again.

I wonder what kind of ego this guy has to call himself a holy sword?

"Hey, kid, you'll die from excessive bleeding like that. Say something."

The kid couldn't respond.

It seemed like the kid couldn't think out of fear and confusion, rather than the pain.

He wasn't in the kind of condition where I could bully him into speaking.

"Don't worry so much. You won't immediately die from getting stabbed. You see, I haven't just been stabbed only once or twice."

It hadn't reached his inner organs and blood wasn't gushing out of the wound.

Of course, if the bleeding continued on like this, he would die from the bleeding. And there had been the possibility that he would've died from shock when he first stabbed his chest with the short sword.

I took out a potion bottle from my subspace bag, dangling it from my hand.

It wasn't an elixir, but it would be able to heal that kind of injury with ease.

"Here, I even have a potion. You don't have to be concerned about dying."

The kid's look changed.

That's probably the look of a traveler in the desert when they discover an oasis.

When this kid had seen my short sword, when he had seen my subspace bag, when he had seen my gems, when he had first seen my clothes, and when he saw the swords at my waist, he had shown the same expression throughout.

I have no intention of blaming this kid.

I could understand him, and I could even sympathize with him.

I just have to tell him.

I slapped the kid's outstretched hand away with my hand holding the potion bottle before swinging back my hand holding the potion bottle.

The bottle shattered against the kid's head with a loud kish!, splashing the potion onto him.

In the midst of the sharply breaking glass shards, the kid briefly clutched his head and groaned.

Then, he soon realized that the pain coming from his head wasn't important.

The kid tried to gather the scattered potion on the earthen floor into his hands, but the thin potion instantly soaked into the ground.

For the first time, the kid's eyes bore at mine.

Finally.

It was a gaze of extreme desperation and confusion.

Only when he was in this position did he look into my eyes for the first time.

Because it seemed like he had only looked into my eyes for the first time due to the position he was in, it felt a little pitiful.

I took out another potion from my subspace bag.

The kid attempted to reflexively raise his body, but when I moved my hand and gripped the potion upside down, his body waned.

And he begged.

"Please… Please. Please give me the potion… I'll do whatever you ask. Please, I beg of you."

As I looked at the kid begging with watery eyes and a runny nose, I realized that he wasn't that dumb.