The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 1 - Chapter 31

Chapter 31:

Sora’s Voice

I WATCHED AS SORA devoured my arm. A sizzling sound filled the air. It was strange. Now that I was facing death, I had to laugh at how far I’d fallen.

Ha…huh? That’s weird. My fuzzy consciousness was beginning to clear. My vision was less misty now, too. And though my body had been too heavy to move before, it felt as if I were getting lighter by the second. To test it out, I tried lifting the arm that wasn’t inside Sora.

It went up just fine.

I tried moving my slumped body a bit. It was still heavy, but I could move now. Slowly, I managed to sit up and lean against a tree. And there I sat, my arm inside Sora. I had no idea what was going on. Before, I had thought that my friend was digesting my arm. It was making that familiar sizzling noise, after all. I tried to get a better look at my arm, but the fizzing was accompanied by a whole bunch of bubbles that made it hard to see.

“Sora?”

Sora’s eyes appeared—or, rather, its eyes that had been shut shot open once again. Even though it was Sora, it still felt wrong to make eye contact with a slime that had my arm in its mouth, but…what was I supposed to do? It seemed my only choice was to wait for it to release me. We stared at each other for a while until it finally bounced off my arm.

I looked at my arm in shock. My wound, which had been so deep I could see bone, was now so minor that it would leave a faint scar at the very worst. The pain had faded, and I could move now. Had Sora healed me? Could it heal a wound of that size? I stared at the tiny cut on my arm, totally confused.

“Pu, pu!”

“Huh…?”

“Pu, pu!”

“Ha ha ha!” There I was—my wound healed, laughing and listening to my slime talk… It was so strange, but one thing was abundantly clear. 

“Thanks, Sora. You saved my life.”

The gash had been bone-deep, severing major veins and arteries. I could’ve tried to treat it, but I’d needed to run away first. By the time I was finally safe, I’d lost too much blood. Even if I’d been able to tend to it, the potions I had might not have been enough. I could’ve died, or at the very least lost my arm. And now that I thought back, Sora had stopped me when I tried to approach the tree monster. If it hadn’t, I would be dead now for sure.

As I gazed at Sora, deep in thought, it rolled over and bumped into my leg.

Huh?

Sora could hop and bounce to travel, so…why did it roll? What a strange slime. It could digest organic and inorganic materials, but it only went for blue potions. Its ability to heal severe injuries was just like the power of blue potions, too. Was it because the slime ate blue potions? But…wait, all the ones I’d given it were lesser, so how did it heal such a huge wound? Mmm…there’s so much I don’t know. With my arm now healed, I petted Sora gently.

“Pu, pu!” my friend babbled as he stared at a certain bag. That was the one with my blue potions in it. It’s hungry, then. I’d gone from bleeding to death to something almost relaxed. Minutes ago, I’d been dying, but now…I couldn’t help but laugh. I gave Sora the remaining potions from the bag. My friend would gobble them down.

I hope the dump is less busy now. Oh, should I tell the public office about that tree monster near the river? They won’t make me stay in the village again, right…?

When I did deliver the information, I was surprised to learn that I wouldn’t have to stay. Figured.