Soman Shuchiin, starting from Fulilian to become a magician

Ye Shanming made a presumptuous request, but it was also his helpless act. He didn't know where was safe or which way to go. He had no other choice but to follow Kraft closely.

"Unfortunately, no."

Kraft rejected Ye Shanming and explained, "Right now, the demons and humans are at war on the northern plateau. The best I can do is take you to the nearest Lant region. It's still some distance from the war front, so it's a relatively safe place for now."

"Then I will follow you, Mr. Kraft, to Wright."

Ye Shanming followed up on the conversation, and Kraft nodded lightly after listening. Then he packed his bag and greeted him.

"Let's go then."

The two walked together, and the roars of beasts could be heard from the forest from time to time. Ye Shanming followed closely behind Kraft. He was still wearing the white shirt. Fortunately, the temperature was not cold at the moment, so it could barely keep him warm.

There was silence along the way. For Kraft, Ye Shanming was just a brief episode in his journey. He happened to meet him, so he helped him and saved a life. He had done this kind of thing countless times in his long life.

As the sky darkened, Kraft suddenly placed his arm across Ye Shanming's body, preventing him from moving forward. Emerald eyes stared ahead warily, his fists clenched, and he assumed a fighting stance.

"There are wild beasts, be careful and protect yourself."

Without even turning his head, Kraft gave Ye Shanming a warning. However, before he could even warn him, Ye Shanming had already sensed a dangerous aura, his hair stood on end, and his eyes were fixed on the forest ahead.

The atmosphere in the forest became oppressive. The birds that had landed on the trees fled in panic. The ground shook slightly, and the trees in front of the trail fell to the sides, sending smoke and dust flying everywhere.

A wild boar that was more than three meters tall emerged from the smoke and dust, its scarlet eyes full of greed for the prey in front of it, and its two ferocious fangs were exposed. In addition to being very different in size from ordinary wild boars, it also had a circle of lion's mane growing on its neck.

"Is this the beast of this world?!"

Ye Shanming was shocked. He felt the threat of death from the beast before him. Kraft was right. This forest was truly dangerous for him.

"It's the Lion Pig. Looks like we have dinner for tonight."

After saying this, Kraft disappeared instantly from where he was, and the next moment he appeared above the lion pig's head. Ye Shanming had no idea of ​​his movement.

He placed his left hand on the lion pig's head and punched out with his right fist. When his fist made contact with the lion pig's skull, there was a heavy muffled sound. The lion pig's seemingly huge body fell down and was completely lifeless. The violent air wave turned into a gale, sweeping around.

Kraft landed on the ground with a light somersault in the air, took out a dagger from his backpack, and began to skin the lion pig's body.

"Go pick up some dead branches and we'll rest here tonight. We'll have dinner ready."

Ye Shanming nodded and ran around to pick up firewood, while paying attention to the movements around him, and occasionally looking back at Kraft who was dismantling the lion pig.

So strong!

In Kraft's punch, Ye Shanming did not sense any use of magic at all, which means that he killed the lion pig with just his own physical strength.

Such terrifying physical strength, I wonder if I can also possess it? Ye Shanming was somewhat tempted. He needed to have a certain self-protection ability in this world.

Chapter 2: The sorrow of the immortal species.

The forest at night is like a ghost town. The trees in the distance look like twisted monsters in the darkness. Nocturnal animals shuttle through the woods, their green eyes lighting up in the dark, staring at the bonfire in the woods, but their instinct as beasts prevents them from getting any closer.

The lion pig meat was skewered on wooden sticks and roasted, with fat dripping and emitting an enticing aroma. Ye Shanming and Kraft each took a skewer and devoured it with relish.

After eating and drinking, Kraft did not sit idle. He took off his upper body clothes, walked to the uneaten lion pig corpse, and carried it on his back to Ye Shanming's astonishment, and started doing squats.

"Mr. Kraft, what are you doing?"

“It’s just daily exercise. Only by persisting every day can you build a strong body.”

Kraft answered Ye Shanming calmly. The lion pig, like a hill, rose and fell with his movements. The overly impactful scene brought Ye Shanming a little shock of the other world.

Watching Kraft's behavior, Ye Shanming gritted his teeth, found a stone half a person's height nearby, and reluctantly put it on his back. He learned Kraft's posture and started doing squats.

The lion pig that could threaten his life was just dinner in Kraft's eyes. The danger of this world was self-evident. He had a strong sense of crisis in his heart. In order to survive, he had to work hard to improve his strength.

Kraft did not comment on his behavior of learning from him. Instead, he pointed out the inappropriateness of his movements and corrected him while doing squats.

However, even with Kraft's guidance, this stone was still beyond Ye Shanming's current ability. After doing only a few squats, he felt his body wailing, his limbs were on the verge of exhaustion, and a faint smell of blood came out of his mouth.

Ye Shanming didn't care about this and didn't consider giving up. He had to grow up to have a certain ability to protect himself.

Kraft had finished his exercise at some point and was sitting by the fire, adding dead branches to it, his eyes fixed on Ye Shanming.

"You have a natural talent as a warrior."

Kraft threw the dead branch in his hand, nailing a sneaking beast to the ground, and gave his evaluation of Ye Shanming.

Ye Shanming didn't know how many squats he had done. Finally, he reached the limit of his body and fell to the ground.

Kraft suddenly appeared beside him, slapped the huge rock he was carrying away, carried the unconscious him back to the fire, and cast healing magic on Ye Shanming to repair his hidden injuries.

When Ye Shanming woke up again, it was already the next day. Kraft picked some wild fruits and put them on the stone, while he sat aside and read the book in his hand quietly.

"Are you awake? Eat the fruit and then continue on your journey."

Seeing him wake up, Kraft's expression was calm and he didn't mention what happened last night.

Ye Shanming ate the wild fruits silently, feeling a little surprised that he didn't feel any muscle soreness. He glanced at Kraft and understood what was going on.

"Thank you, Mr. Kraft."

The following days were uneventful. Ye Shan followed Kraft on his journeys during the day and exercised with him at night.

As if to demonstrate to Ye Shanming, Kraft showed various visually impactful but quite effective training methods along the way. Ye Shanming was well aware of this, and he gritted his teeth and persisted in training, squeezing out his physical potential.

Every night, after Ye Shanming fell asleep, Kraft would use healing magic to repair his body. With the two of them working in silent understanding, it took a full month before they finally walked out of the Alte Forest.

After leaving the Alte Forest, the two followed the man-made road and headed towards the Rant area, the human settlement mentioned by Kraft.

Along the way, Ye Shanming saw disemboweled human corpses, merchants in a hurry, a grim army, and many adventurers dressed similarly to them.

During the month in the Alte Forest, his clothes had become worn out. Fortunately, his body shape was not much different from Kraft's, so he was now wearing Kraft's spare clothes.

What impressed him most was the sneak attack by the demons. This was also the first time he saw the demons in this world. The appearance of the demons was basically the same as that of humans. The only difference was that they had a pair of iconic horns on their heads, and their bodies would turn into black ash and dissipate after death.

Ye Shanming had also asked Kraft about the demons, but the only information he finally learned was that the demons were almost not troubled by their lifespan and were born with the ability to control magic. Kraft did not tell him any more information.

At night, the flames of the bonfire flickered. Ye Shanming took off his shirt and did push-ups. Kraft sat on his back, holding a branch as thick as his wrist in his hand, and was using a knife to cut off the excess branches.

Over the past month, Ye Shanming's physical training results have been very obvious. Even when carrying Kraft and a heavy bag, Ye Shanming still feels extremely relaxed. Although he is still far from Kraft's monstrous body, just two days ago, he successfully solved a lion pig that was destroying the fields by himself.

After completing today's exercise, Ye Shanming supported himself with his right hand, turned over, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to take a bath in the stream nearby. Then he saw Kraft throwing a smooth wooden stick at him.

"This is?"

"Take it and attack me."

Kraft didn't explain, but instead took a starting stance, signaling Ye Shanming to attack him. Ye Shanming didn't hesitate, knowing that his strength was far inferior to Kraft's. He gripped the stick tightly with both hands and attacked Kraft according to the kendo posture he had learned online.

The wooden stick tore through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. Kraft's body swayed and brushed past the wooden stick. He suddenly punched out with his fist gathered at his waist, hitting Ye Shanming's chest. After suffering such a heavy blow, Ye Shanming's eyes went dark for a moment, and the wooden stick flew out of his hand.

"continue."

The flames danced, and the figures of the two men occasionally crossed each other. The whistling sound of the wooden stick tearing through the air mixed with Ye Shanming's muffled groans. Every time the wooden stick flew out, Kraft's calm voice would sound the next moment:

"Come again."

A half-moon hung in the night sky. Kraft added a few dry branches to the fire and began to treat Ye Shanming, who was covered in bruises. Under the soft light in his palm, the bruises on the latter's skin gradually dissipated.

"I've never seen an immortal species before... and an aura similar to the goddess's..."

Looking at the sleeping Ye Shanming, Kraft couldn't help but look up at the night sky:

"In that case, I hope we can meet again in the future, my friend."

The sorrow of the immortal species is to watch their friends and acquaintances pass away one after another. Even if they have once made great achievements in saving the world, they will eventually be worn away by the power of time and forgotten by everyone.

Chapter 3: Drunkard... Elf?

In the quiet village, Ye Shanming squatted on the roof, holding a hammer and a wooden board in his hands, repairing the leaking parts of the roof. After a long time, he carefully checked the entire roof. After making sure there were no unrepaired holes, he nodded with satisfaction, jumped down from the roof more than two meters high, and landed easily.

"The roof has been repaired."

"That's really nice."

Hearing his words, an old man with a cane smiled happily, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, and he tremblingly took out a heavy small bag from his arms and handed it to Ye Shanming.

"This is the pay for mending the roof."

After seeing Ye Shanming accept the reward, perhaps because he likes to nag when he gets older, he continued to chatter:

"It's a good thing you're willing to accept this commission. My wife and I were originally worried. All the young men in the village have been conscripted to fight the demons on the front line, and adventurers don't like these menial tasks. If the roof continues to rot, this winter will be troublesome."

Ye Shanming said nothing, just listened to the old man's nagging or complaints.

This was the second month since he and Kraft separated, and also the fifth month since he came into this world. Kraft fulfilled his promise and after sending him to the Rand area, he continued north alone.

"Village Chief, has any magician passed by here recently?"

Ye Shanming asked as usual. During the more than one month in the Lant area, every time he completed a commission in a nearby village, he would inquire about the news of the magician. If he wanted to return to Tokyo, learning or developing the magic of traveling through the world was the most convenient and fastest way.

When the village chief heard Ye Shanming's words, his face changed drastically. He looked around and when he found no one else present, he scolded in a low voice with a serious expression.

"Shh! Magic is used by demons. His Majesty has strictly forbidden anyone from studying magic privately. Do you want to die?!"

"I don't want to study magic, I just need a magician's help with something."

Ye Shanming had heard these words countless times in the past month or so, and he made his excuses with ease, but in his heart he had no expectations of the magician passing by here.

Just as the village chief had said, studying magic was strictly prohibited in the Unified Empire, and even those who knew magic would not reveal it openly. However, just when he thought he had returned empty-handed, the village chief gave him a pleasant surprise.

"Come to think of it, there was indeed an elven magician who passed by a few days ago. He said he was looking for a warrior to go explore the ruins in the north with him. He should still be in the city now."

"Thank you, village chief!"

After receiving the news about the elf magician, Ye Shanming was overjoyed and hurried towards the city. After paying the entrance fee to the guards at the city gate, Ye Shanming began to inquire about the whereabouts of the elf magician.

After living in Lant for more than a month, he has gained a preliminary understanding of this world. Elves are quite rare in this world. They have almost infinite lifespans, but they rarely appear. Ordinary people may never see an elf in their entire lives. In comparison, dwarves are much more active than elves. From time to time, you can see dwarf warriors acting together with human adventurers.

Although the town was large, with the elves being such a conspicuous feature, Ye Shanming easily got the whereabouts of the elf magician from passers-by.

Following the instructions of passers-by, Ye Shanming came to a tavern. As soon as he entered, he saw a pair of iconic long ears in the corner. A short-haired elf girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old was sitting there alone, holding a wine glass bigger than her head, drinking heartily, with her staff casually leaning on the table.

The drinkers around her drank and chatted with their companions, occasionally casting their gazes at her, clearly curious about the elves themselves. Seeing that he had found his target, Ye Shanming no longer hesitated and walked towards the elf girl.

“Ha…ah!”

With her left hand on her waist, she drank the beer in the cup like an old man. The elf girl made a satisfied sound, her eyes narrowed into a crescent, and the corners of her mouth turned up, giving people the feeling of a cat.

"I heard you were recruiting fellow warriors. Have you found any yet?"

Ye Shanming sat opposite the elf girl and also ordered a glass of beer. He took a sip and frowned slightly. For him, who was used to drinking modern industrial brewing, the taste of this medieval beer was really not good.

"not yet."

The elf girl didn't react at all to Ye Shanming sitting opposite her. She rested her chin on her right hand and just looked at him.

"But you seem pretty strong. If you want to team up with me, that's fine."

Without wasting any time to persuade Ye Shanming, the elf girl just looked at him twice and agreed to let him join the team.

"Don't you need to take an exam or demonstrate your strength?"

"That kind of thing doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm just going to a ruin in the Biya region to look for something, and I'm not sure if I can find it or not."

The elf girl waved her hand. Her indifferent attitude towards everything made Ye Shanming strangely familiar, as if he was in the same mental state of playing badly every day before he was abandoned by the pigeon and sent to Tokyo.

At this moment, Ye Shanming felt less unfamiliar with the elf girl in front of him and took the initiative to extend his right hand towards her:

"Then let me introduce myself to you, Ye Shanming. You are a warrior for now."

"Ye Shanming...what a strange name. I'll just call you A-ming."

The elf girl muttered something, took his right hand, and told him her name.

"Milliarde is a magician, but she doesn't have much combat ability. Let me make it clear, all my money is spent on alcohol, so I can't give you much as a reward."

The elf girl named Millialde nonchalantly spoke about her current situation, and inadvertently revealed the fundamental reason why she had not yet recruited any companions.

"I don't want money, as for the reward..."

Ye Shanming did not continue speaking, but dipped his finger in beer and wrote a few words on the oak table.

"No, no, I don't know much magic, and the thought of teaching an apprentice is too troublesome. Why don't we talk about the reward?"

Millie Alde showed a troubled look on her face, but after seeing Ye Shanming's persistent eyes, she sighed softly, and finally gave in and thought of a compromise.

"How about this? I know an elf. She's a great magician who has lived from the mythological era to the present day. I'll tell you how to find her as a reward. Is that okay?"

"Alright."

Ye Shanming did not force too much and nodded in agreement to Millialde's proposal. Although the desired result was not achieved, as long as there was still hope, it was fine.

It's a pity that Kraft's healing magic is the magic of the goddess. Only those who believe in the goddess devoutly can perform it with the holy book in hand. It is not the same system as the magic that the demons and some humans can master through learning. Otherwise, it would be better to learn magic directly from Kraft.