The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick Up Trash Vol. 3


 
 
 Table of Contents
 
 Color Gallery
 Title Page
 Table of Contents Page
 Ivy's Journey Thus Far:
 Characters
 Copyrights and Credits
 Part 4: My Companions in the Town of Oll
 Chapter 127: Departure
 Chapter 128: Sora’s Mood Swings?
 Chapter 129: Thunderstorms Are Scary
 Chapter 130: Damage in the Forest
 Chapter 131: The Mysteries of Sora
 Chapter 132: Don’t Get Too Dirty
 Chapter 133: A Perfect Day for Laundry
 Chapter 134: Sora and Sora?
 Chapter 135: Confusion...and Grasping the Situation
 Chapter 136: Blessed Balm
 Chapter 137: I’m Not Little!
 Chapter 138: They’re Multiplying!
 Chapter 139: Monster Metamorphosis?
 Chapter 140: Let’s Get Him Involved!
 Chapter 141: My Personality?
 Chapter 142: Sora’s Baby?
 Chapter 143: Sora...and Sword?
 Chapter 144: Slave Shopping Is Exhausting
 Chapter 145: Taking a Tea Break
 Chapter 146: The Guild Master
 Chapter 147: I’ll Be the Judge!
 Chapter 148: The Guild Master Is a Little Disappointing
 Chapter 149: Bazmati...Ryce?
 Chapter 150: Oh, I Just Hate Gurbars!
 Chapter 151: A Major Bum?
 Chapter 152: Happy Tummy!
 Chapter 153: Killing Them Was Nice and All...
 Chapter 154: The Guild Master Has a Problem
 Chapter 155: Plus? Minus?
 Chapter 156: Jack-in-the-Box
 Chapter 157: The Best Possible Answer
 Chapter 158: Druid and the Guild Master
 Chapter 159: Druid and Doluka
 Chapter 160: It’s Decided!
 Chapter 161: Divvying Up the Tasks, Little by Little
 Chapter 162: Getting Better, Little by Little
 Chapter 163: How Old Are You?
 Chapter 164: They Exist! But They’re Swapped?
 Chapter 165: A Family in a Stew
 Chapter 166: The Weakest Man...
 Chapter 167: White Bread!
 Chapter 168: Because Sora’s Special
 Chapter 169: Restrictions?
 Chapter 170: She Saw Right Through Me!
 Chapter 171: Onigiri Are Hard to Make
 Extra: A Subconscious Gift?
 Bonus: Flame Sure Sleeps a Lot
 Afterword
 About the Creators
 Newsletter
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Chapter 127:Departure
 
 “ALL SET!”
 I rolled up my tent and put it in my magic bag. I had six magic bags in total: three from Bolorda, two from Lowcreek, and one from Gnouga. They all seemed to have plenty of bags to spare. I guess that’s inevitable when you’re a veteran adventurer. Common magic bags had lots of space and were easy to use. I was shocked to discover that all my possessions could fit neatly into just two of them.
 The best part of all was their time-stopping feature—say goodbye to rotten food! I just had to be careful not to accidentally put Sora in one of the magic bags, like I had before. Come to think of it, what would happen to Sora if I did that? I remembered hearing once that Sora would be repelled out of it. Anyway, I’d better be extra careful when I’m in a hurry or half-asleep.
 “Look, Mr. Rattloore! All my stuff fit into just two magic bags!”
 “Well, those bags are high capacity. Go ahead and keep the extras with you as spares. That’s what the boys would’ve done with ’em.”
 “Thank you. I love them! I can move so freely now… It’s perfect!”
 I’d been carrying five lesser magic bags including the one on my back, so switching to three common magic bags plus Sora’s bag lightened my load quite a bit. I tried tying the magic bag with the most important items around my waist and hanging the other two from my shoulders. It was really easy to walk that way.
 As I gleefully marched about with my bags, Rattloore picked up the trash around my tent. When I noticed this, I scrambled over to him. “Sorry! I should be doing that.”
 “Don’t sweat it, kid. I’m happy to help.”
 Rattloore, with his unceasing kindness, had also given me a magic light so I could explore caves where I couldn’t set fires. I was hesitant to accept such valuable items from the adventurers at first, but they could easily get replacements by clearing monsters out of the caves near this town, so everyone told me not to worry about it and I gratefully accepted their gifts. After all, we were talking about powerful monsters here, so it would have been impossible for me to score those items on my own.
 “Thank you so much,” I said.
 Like I mentioned, when I’d first arrived in this town, I’d had five bags. Now, I had two magic bags hanging off my shoulders and one exclusively for Sora. The lesser magic bag for important items that I kept tied around my waist had been upgraded to a common magic bag, which made everything much more secure. I’d gotten more camping supplies and total belongings, but I was carrying less bulk and I felt so much lighter. I was astounded by how different it felt—and I owed everything to the good people I’d met.
 Once we’d dumped the trash at the designated spot, our work in the plaza was done.
 “Thanks for all your help, Mr. Rattloore!” He obviously had his own packing to do, yet he’d stayed and helped me clean up. I truly was in his debt. “Things got so chaotic, but I really had a lot of fun.”
 Rattloore gently patted my head. I looked up at him, and he softly smiled as he looked into my eyes. Seeing the smile that had given me courage time after time broke my heart a little.
 
 
 
 “So…” I hesitated, not knowing what to say.
 “See ya later,” Rattloore said. “Have a good journey.”
 “I will.”
 “Just promise me you’ll go easy on yourself. And take care of your health!”
 “You, too, Mr. Rattloore.”
 “We’ll see each other again…I just know it.”
 “Yes…I promise I’ll come back and see you.”
 “I’ll be waiting,” Rattloore said.
 I felt something surging deep inside of me. I bowed quickly to push the feeling back down and left the plaza. This was goodbye for Rattloore and me, since he had work to do. But just as he was leaving, he turned back and waved at me.