The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

A Magic Bag in the Dump

ABOUT AN HOUR OUT from the dump, I took a little break.

The magic bags I’d brought were heavy. Maybe ten were too many, after all. But even if lesser bags couldn’t stop time for their contents, sometimes they had different capacities or made the stuff inside lighter. You always had to check each one to see if they were good.

Six out of the ten could fit more than the ones I had been using, but one of the six didn’t make the stuff inside lighter, so it was too much trouble. That still meant I’d gotten five good ones for free, though! While sorting the stuff inside, I checked my potions. Since I couldn’t stop time for them, the potions could expire. They’d be useless then, and I’d have to throw them away at the next dump.

Possessions successfully reorganized, I searched the other magic bags. I’d used three of the newer potions, leaving two more. There were four old ones, too. After putting the six empty ones in another bag, I ended up with a lot of free space. Lucky me!

I’d heard that common magic bags could store magic bags with stuff in them. I envied those people… No way could I expect a lesser bag to do that.

Two bags in my right hand, two in my left, and one tied around my hip. It didn’t look much different, but each one had plenty of space now. Oops…I forgot the trash. Finally, after stuffing the trash in the bags, I was ready.

With my bags good and sorted, I left for the next village. Thank goodness for dumps!

After a few more hours of walking, I heard a river. Hoping to refill my canteen, I followed the sound away from the hunting trail, making some markings along the way so I wouldn’t get lost.

“Wooow!” The river was beautiful! There were fish in it, too, so I figured it was okay to drink. I refilled my canteen and soothed my aching feet in the cool water. That feels nice.

In a better mood now, I started back toward the hunting trail. But was that someone else in the woods? I hid behind a tree and looked around.

In the distance, I saw a man. He had a slime with him, which meant he was probably a two-star tamer. Slimes required at least two stars to tame, and they were really good at disposing of organic matter. People who used them were called trash cleaners, and that was a real important job. Some slimes could dispose of inorganic matter, too, but they were more rare.

What was he doing in a place like this?