The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Solo Survival

MY LIFE HAD CHANGED for the worse. The moment I got back home, I could feel it. My parents wouldn’t talk to me; they wouldn’t even look at me. It didn’t feel real! I didn’t want to believe it.

But they really were avoiding me, I was sure of it now. At dinner time, when I came to the table, there wasn’t a plate for me. Mom couldn’t look me in the eye. Dad just glared. My brother and sister looked on in confusion.

“Figures,” someone mumbled.

With a sigh, I left my home. My past self prepared me for something like this, had warned to steel my resolve. Now I understood. There was no place for me in this house anymore. Was being a no-star really this life changing?

What was I gonna do? I was so hungry… I needed food. How could I find it? I was only five, after all.

I walked out my front door and into the woods, starting to…

I mean, my eyes got real blurry.

I’m ready for this, I thought. I’m not even sad! I’m just…frustrated. I… Maybe I’m a little sad. Lonely, too. I really thought I could trust my parents. Tears ran down my cheeks. Why am I a no-star? Why…?

But crying wouldn’t help me, and it sure wouldn’t fill my growling stomach. I looked for something to eat.

This was my first time in the woods alone. It was scarier than the forest I remembered. Monsters might even be lurking here…then what would I do? I wanted to go home, but…I was just too hungry.

The first thing I found worth eating was a largish fruit. It was a little sour but edible.

“Ewww!” No, it was way more than a little sour. And the last fruit I’d eaten back home was so sweet.

I sat at the base of the tree, wondering what to do tomorrow. Past Me told me it was time to leave the village, and I should prepare. But where would I go? I couldn’t fight monsters. Could I even survive on the outside?

I wanted to stay in this village, but something told me I couldn’t. Would everyone else turn on me like my parents had? I decided to go home to sleep…if my room would even still be there for me?