Volume 4 Chapter 7 I'm Moving Stuff Around, But...
Just calling it "reconstruction work" doesn't cover all that needs doing. There's a lot to it. Like tearing down wrecked buildings and putting up new ones. And then there's the whole process of getting materials for building—mostly chopping down trees and transporting them for processing.
There's plenty to do with buildings alone, not to mention everything else. So, us mercenaries dispatched by the guild got right to work.
My job is in construction, like I mentioned earlier. Back home, I'm used to living off the land. I know how to build simple houses to a certain extent.
I can't do fancy, big-time construction, but having some knowledge definitely makes a difference in how efficiently the work gets done.
'It's more than just 'a difference.'
Oh, really? I say, tilting my head at Gram words. I lift four freshly chopped trees onto my shoulders. We haul these trees from the forest near the village to a temporary workspace in the village, where we process them into building materials. My job is to transport these trees.
By the way, Gram is casually leaning against a stump.
At first glance, it might seem careless, but even if someone were to steal it, I can instantly summon it back with a spell. Plus, I used "Enchantment - Weight Increase," making it as heavy as a person. It's not easy to carry around.
――That's right, it would be impossible without the strength to carry several trees like I can.
Looking around, the mercenaries and villagers working with me are either loading wood onto carts or carrying a single tree together.
No one else is carrying as much as I am, and some seem surprised when they glance at me.
I tend to forget, but ever since I got Gram, my strength has been increasing day by day. Not only am I swinging Gram, which has become incredibly heavy due to the "Enchanment", but Gram was also adding more weight to himself while I carried him on my back without me noticing.
"But, doing this kind of work makes things easier."
As I set down the wood I was carrying in the workshop, a deep sound and vibration resonated in my stomach and faintly reached around. The people who were doing processing work also widened their eyes, but I continued without paying attention, moving to carry the next piece of wood.
'You need to be able to handle at least that much, or you won't be able to wield me, The Great Magic Blade of Dragon Slayer (Balmung), partner. It's the bare minimum requirement.'
Balmung... huh.
It's a jet-black greatsword that cut a demon-summoned evil dragon in half with a single cut.
At that moment, the way to use 'that thing' certainly flowed into my head. It was as if I had known it from the beginning.
But right now, I don't have that feeling.
Maybe, even if I wanted to use it again, my body understood that it wouldn't be so easy, not just my head.
'Mastering that form requires more than just strength. You still have a long way to go, partner.'
Even though we're not using telepathy, Gram somehow hears my question and speaks to me in my mind.
'It's like brute force in a crisis. Don't you kinda get it yourself?'
I'm not exactly sure how to handle Balmung, but I vaguely understand the conditions needed to wield it.
I feel a strong anger towards the demon that hurt Aina and a desire to live up to the expectations placed on me by Aina and the others. My emotions mix together, and my heart — my soul — feels more alive than before.
'That jet-black greatsword is the very embodiment of your 'soul', partner. The trembling of the soul is the one and only way to wield Balmung. Right now, understanding that alone is enough.'
Most likely, it's not something that can be mastered through practice. It probably won't activate unless it's truly a 'life-or-death' situation. But then again, nobody really wants to keep finding themselves in such dire situations.
'Isn't it impossible? Being a Hero (Eiyuu) means carrying burdens that can't be easily shrugged off. It's the difference between jumping into trouble yourself or having trouble jump at you.'
If I'm willingly diving into trouble, I can prepare myself, but it's too scary when trouble comes looking for me.
'Just don't give up when that time comes. Eventually, you'll get used to it.'
I don't want to get used to it...
While Gram and I were talking through Telepathy, I kept moving wood around.
After moving quite a bit, I decided to take a break and walk around the village. I had moved more wood than anyone else, so no one complained when I left for a bit.
'Hey, what about me!?'
"You can stay and watch over things here."
'Where even is 'here'? We're outside!'
It's your punishment for saying something depressing.
Ignoring Gram, who was yelling in my head, I walked to another work area.
The first thing I saw was a temporary clinic.
Inside a simple tent made of wood and fabric, I saw Kyunei helping people who got hurt during work.
Kyunei is the only one here who knows about medicine. There are no other mercenaries around.
In this village, there used to be a doctor, but now they play a role like an assistant near Kyunei. That's probably because Kyunei's skills as a doctor are excellent.
"Well, this is pretty much as expected."
I'm watching the clinic from a little distance away, and even from here, I can see the faces of the men receiving treatment. They all look sloppy, with their noses held high.
Kyunei has a beautiful face and a chest that pushes against her white cloak uncomfortably. And occasionally, you can catch a glimpse of her glossy skin peeking out from under that cloak.
A woman who seems to ooze sensuality smiling as she heals. Even if she's not interested, it's natural for men to feel that way around her.
As Kyunei finishes looking at the injured person in front of her, our eyes meet. There are others waiting, so she doesn't come over here, but instead waves. I wave back, not wanting to disrupt her work.
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