Strange Grief Wants to Retire ~ The Weakest Hunter Dreams of a Hero ~ Chapter 1: Member recruitment

Chapter 1

mber recruitnt

Lets beco Treasure Hunters.

It’s an old story, from when I was a kid less than ten years old.

We were a group that was always playing together, one of my childhood friends had

brought it up.

A reckless, physically strong, yet heroic boy.

.

Lets beco Treasure Hunters. Treasure shrines are all over the world, riches and

glory can be ours.

Our aim will be just one thing; to be the strongest heroes in the world. If it’s us... us

six, it’s pretty much a sure thing.

To this totally baseless proposal, the quick and dexterous friend agreed.

The friend that loved to read books timidly complied, and the taciturn yet reliable

one gave a nod.

The sister always clinging to my back peeked up at awaitingly, and I also gave

my approval.

Treasure Hunters that tour various ruins from all over to bring back mysterious

relics have been shining stars from olden tis until now.Wealth, prestige, there is no faster way in the world to obtain everything and

beco soone great.

Of course there are risks. There is an absurdly terrible risk called death.

And after several years. As a result of working hard and supporting each other, we

safely aquired the qualifications to be hunters.

Although having said that, you can just apply for the qualifications and recieve

them imdiately.

The reckless, strong, and heroic boy beca an unparalleled swordsman. The quick

dextrous friend beca a thief that could see through any trap to guide a party (not

like they were actual criminals – it’s just the common na).

For better or worse, each friend had a special talent that made them irreplaceable

gems.

But even before becoming hunters, sothing beca clear when we were training

for our respective roles.

I was the only one that had no special talent.

Just the one... the person that was unable to be better than average at sothing

was .

Four friends, my younger sister, and . Only of us six. The one person of us

that couldn’t do anything.

Out of us all I was the only one that couldn’t see a path to becoming a hero.

§ § §

Ever since the morning I had been feeling the worst.

Thick black clouds covered the sky. If you shut your eyes you could hear the sound

of raindrops hitting the ground. The water stunk. The sll of mud.

The ground was completely muddy due to the bad weather that had been going on

for three days. It was dayti yet it was gloomy outside.

Despite the incessant rain, various different n and won were lining up by the

side of a sturdy looking stone building.

A person that looked dead on the inside. A person that was yelling out in a loud

voice. There weren’t just pure humans either, so had the striking characteristics

that distinguished them as being from a different race. The only common point

between them, was that they all had imposing figures.

Dirty armor that you couldn’t tell what kind of leather it was made from. An

overcoat that concealed the whole body of it’s wearer.So of them wore complete sets of tal armor. Not a small amount held swords

or other heavy handheld weapons.

Due to the bad weather the streets were mostly empty of people, and so only one

block in the city was caught up in a bizarre fervor.

Each and every person was gathered there for a slight chance.

To flout their na and strength as a treasure hunter, in an attempt to enter into a

party.

The occupation of Treasure Hunter has always been that flashy kind of job.

The risks were extrely high compared to other professions, but if you had talent

– wealth, prestige, power; you could obtain everything.

The na of a noble house, or whether you were born into a rchant family, it’s

the kind of glory that is beyond reach.

Hunters often worked in groups called parties. If a hunter joined an experienced

party from the start, they could dramatically lower their risks compared to starting

from nothing.

Active hunters were always looking for skilled comrades. The people gathered

together currently were also at that place for that kind of event.

Since it was raining I didn’t think many people would show up, but an extre

amount had co. With a sigh I also took my place at the back of the line.

Because there was no roof, everybody in line was dripping wet.

I put on my overcoats hood, drew my body in to make my body smaller and waited.

When you are standing in line without anyone you know it quickly becos

disheartening.

“Aaaaaah! Why the hell, when there’s this many people! Nobody has even entered

in yet!”

An irritated yell cos out from the front of the line, I shrunk myself in even

further.

Even at the best of tis waiting can be horrible, it’s even worse in the cold rain. I

understand the annoyance, but everyone here feels the sa.

Hunters are a strong bunch. There are also a lot of hot-headed types. No one will

be happy if a fight breaks out and they get dragged into it.

One of a hunter’s talents was their physique. I have an average physique, but most

of the people in my vicinity were heads above .

They held power far above regular people and used it to fight on equal grounds

with monsters.The true nature of these people was that they were themselves monsters wearing

human skin.

All I could do was stand by and pray that the situation defused peacefully and past

by.

Unusually, this ti my prayers were granted and there were no further uproars.

The line moved forward a small amount. While I was busy trying to make my body

shrink further in and not make any eye contact, the person in front turned their

head around to look at .

Beautiful blue eyes stared back at .

“Hey, can I bother you? Were you also looking to join a party?”

“Ah... Yeah”

An unusually cheeful voice. It seems like I might cause trouble if I ignored it, so I

begrudgingly look at a spot just below their eyes.

The voice that greeted was from a female hunter that seed to be in their late

teens. Well cared for light brown hair, and bright blue eyes.

She wore a long coat and a thick belt with a large pouch set to it.

Her attire was standard for hunters, but her undamaged hair and friendly

appearance didn’t give off the look of a hunter that spent their ti searching

hazardous ruins.

Her clothes were practically brand new without a blemish on them.

In modern tis it wasn’t rare to see female hunters, but in my experience there

are roughly two types of hunters.

One that’s still full of hope just before or imdiately after becoming a hunter.

And those that have stuck through countless risky adventures without losing their

shine, ones that held outstanding talents.

Like my friends from back then, genuine『monsters』.

Nine out of ten cases were of the forr type, but you can never be sure. In the

hunter world there were nurous people that concealed their abilities.

Indeed, to my suspicious gaze the lady hunter gave a forced smile, but then put on

a brighter expression and offered her hand.

Seems like they aren’t the type that imdiately tries to beat you up.

In my brain I secretly gave the hunter a danger rating of E. This is the level given to

those that look safe if you’re only judging by their surface level appearance.“My na, it’s Ruda Runebeck. A Level 3 Hunter. Well, I only just rose to that level

the other day though.”

Level 3 Hunter... mid-range then. Seems like she’s better than she looks.

I silently rased my danger rating of the girl before to D. She’s not a fresh hunter

at least from the looks of it.

The treasure hunters are under the managent of a hunting association

commonly called “Explorers”, which bestows levels dependant on ones

achievents.

There are up to 10 levels that can be granted, and so a level of 3 guarantees mid

level ability and achievents.

There are statistics that say that 70% of hunters stop progressing at level 3, so for

Ruda to reach that level while still young shows she has good prospects.

There is nothing to be lost from remaining cautious.

I open my lips. I haven’t had a drop of water to drink since morning, and I had

been running to arrive here.

The voice that ca out was very dry.

“......My na’s.... Cry Andoric... nice to et you, Ruda”

I answered without shaking her offered hand.

The greatest thing I gained in my five years as a hunter is a sense of danger.

You may get thrown if you take that hand, and if you don’t get thrown they might

crush you instead.

In the instant you grasp their hand there is potential for you to be killed.

Of course if you don’t shake their hand there is also the potential that the other will

consider you their enemy.

Ruda furrowed her eyebrows for a mont, but then let out a spirited voice.

“Are you also solo then? Everyone’s on edge.... it’s a pretty bad feeling.”

“...........”

“I’ve been hunting alone up till now, but recently I’ve hit a bit of a wall... at that

ti I heard that there was a large scale hunter recruitnt going on so I decided

to co along.”

Linked to the belt on her waist was a scabbard. She tapped on the dagger hanging

there.Inside of treasure shrines there are various gimmicks. Having just a dagger with

low killing potential, Ruda is probably a hunter that excels at solving these

gimmicks rather than having great combat abilities.

No, all those abilities are essential for solo hunters.

Capturing a treasure shrine requires several different skills, it’s next to impossible

to cover them all on your own.

Not every treasure hunter explores shrines, but to receive a level 3 ranking, the

achievent of capturing a shrine is necessary.

If you have the ability to do that solo, then I would agree with giving a ranking of

level 3 in such a short ti.

It’s what one might call a『

genius』I suppose.

I don’t know what I should say, so I give a reluctant smile.

When sothing seems impossible you should laugh, it was sothing I picked up

on in the last few years.

“Being alone... it’s terribly unreasonable isn’t it”

“Yeah! It’s just like that! I went to the 『White Wolves Den』 but I couldn’t cut it

on my own...”

Ruda’s eyes sparkled as if she had been starved for a conversation partner.

“That’s the reason why... I thought I’d try and enter another party.

If there were another five hunters at level 3 then we could fully capture the 『White

Wolves Den』.

“Hah. 『White Wolves Den』 you say? Do you understand the kind of place you’re

at right now?”

All at once Ruda’s expression turned severe because of the words spoken like they

were looking down on her.

From the direction of the voice there was a large man standing in front of us.

They were wearing combined leather and tal armor with an overcoat darkened

from bloodstains.

Ruda was like a shiny first year hunter, and the man a grizzled long service veteran.

It’s not like hunters were just made up of guys like this, but it’s true that there were

countless hot blooded types.

Furthermore the more skill a hunter had, the greater tendency they had to be hot

blooded.In the Explorers it’s even said that being hot blooded is part of hunter culture.

Sure enough, Ruda yelled back at the man that was two heads larger then her

without any fear.

“What’s that? Just gonna butt in? If you have a complaint then say it already!”

“Sheesh, a level 3 hunter? The 『White Wolves Den』? This isn’t the place for

newbies to get together.”

The large mans cheek twitches with a smile that you wouldn’t really call a smile.

Other people in the line are looking back like they are seeing sothing either

annoying or sothing amusing.

I stealthily took a step back. I tried to prudently avoid getting involved in the

quarrel. It’s another thing I learned being a hunter.

If you get caught up in sothing and get injured, nobody will co to help you.

“The only people gathered here are ones that can be confident in their abilities.

After all, the party that’s recruiting mbers today is 『

Footprints』 understand?

It’s a rising clan, but it’s currently the one with the most montum in the entire

imperial capital. No matter how you put it, having fresh dregs like you around is

just an annoyance to the rest of us!”

A clan is a group ford of hunters.

A group that acts together on a routine basis is a party. If many parties gather

together they can form a clan.

There are various reasons to form together. For example – sharing information or

lending items. If mbers are missing from a party they can be borrowed from

another. And if a treasure shrine is of high difficulty, parties can challenge it

together.

Building a network of relationships is necessary for smooth hunting. Therefore the

Explorers association also recomnded hunters to form clans.

This occassions party mber recruitnt is also being held by a clan.

『

Footprints』 is a clan that has made a na for itself in the imperial capital

Zebrudia.

The formal na is 『

First Step』. It’s a clan that many parties made of young

people belong to. Even with its short history, it’s a clan that has gained a lot of

influence within the Imperial Capital. Originally hunter party recruitnt was

done on an as-needed basis, but each year 『

Footprints』 gathered parties to holda large scale mber recruitnt.

That was where we were currently.

Regardless of age, level and so forth, candidates were offered a test. If they passed

they would be accepted as mbers.

Of course the average level of a mber of 『

Footprints』 was high. There were

only a few people accepted in.

But for a hunter that had confidence in their own skill but were without

connections, it was a great opportunity.

But they are usually mistaken. The party mbers of Footprints were the cream of

the crop of the Imperial Capital.

Like my friends, the level of talent needed is on the level of at least being a genius.

Most people who take the test will have their self confidence shattered and ground

down to motes of dust.

“Haa? The recruitnt note didn’t ntion a level requirent, and in the first

place I’m a level 3 you know!”

“Hmph! Level 3 is certainly a mid-range level but you see-! Footprints already has

more level 3s then it has any use for!”

The large man’s teeth were bared at Ruda as he yells at her.

It was as the big man says. Level 3 is only mid-range... purely put it’s average. For a

fad party a level 3 had little worth. Most mbers of footprints were above that

level.

However, Ruda’s level of 3 is only for the current mont. 70 percent of hunters

end their growth at level 3, but as long as you have the ability your level will raise.

For a person that raised themselves that far solo, quickly gaining experience with

the support of a party wouldn’t be difficult.

It’s for this reason that Footprints has no level requirents.

Those were my inner thoughts, but it would probably be bad to make any

argunts, so I held my toungue.

I probably shouldn’t say anything unnecesary.

While I stood by and watched silently, the big man and Ruda were quickly getting

heated.

While the large man was hurling abuse, he touched the sword on his waist. It’s a

long sword about one ter in length.

Unlike Ruda’s dagger it’s a weapon made for cutting down monsters and

phantoms, killing them head-on.

With just a dagger Ruda is at a large disadvantage. The large man is definitely not

lower than level 3.“Oh-? You’re not going to do anything? Fine by , I’ll be the one to do it.”

However, even with that Ruda showed no indication of backing down. Her graceful

lips beca warped, and a wild smile showed on her face.

In the sa way as the large man, she caressed the dagger on her hips with

familiarity, and then pulled it out.

Treasure Hunters are treated differently to ordinary people. If a hunter fights with

a regular citizen, the hunter will be blad one sidedly. But in the case of a quarrel

between fellow hunters, it’s the one that draws their blade first that gets

demonised.

Ruda had been losing her cool just like the large man, and it was for that reason

that he didn’t draw first.

Must be experienced in starting brawls.

Even if Ruda was to be beaten up by the large man she didn’t even know the na

of, any extenuating circumstances would not be taken into account.

Even if there’s a level difference between them, the courts won’t take it into

consideration.

They’re both monsters. Why do I have to go through this when we were just lining

up?

Growing tired of the wind and rain and the tedious fight that was breaking out in

front of , a man in the white uniform of the Imperial military ca out of the

building.

On his collar was a mark of silver footprints. It was proof that he belonged to the

clan First Step.

His grizzled looks were in no way inferior to the large man in front of . His

cheek carried a deep scar, and he stared at Ruda and the large man with a

dangerous gaze.

He shouted in a rough voice that was equal to the other two.

“Hey! Quit your bitching! Go find another spot to fight! You two, I’ll kick you both

out without letting you go through testing!”

The large man who had drawn his sword smacked his lips and returned to his spot

in line. Ruda also sheathed her dagger.

And so, the line slowly moved forward.

Translator NotesThe author uses a lot of nicknas made from the Kanji of longer nas.

It doesn’t always make much sense in English.

-For example: Footprints is the nickna of First Step.

The Kanji that makes First Step is “Origin of Footprints”, therefore taking just Footprints out makes

it the shortened form.

Just keep in mind they both refer to the sa clan.