Chapter | 3 [Battle spoils]

Chapter | 3.

Studying the effects of class [hero], akiyama decided to compare it to the effects of the other two classes, but discovered that the effects of lv1 class were far superior to those of the other two whose level were higher than the latter, implying that the better class one has, the greater the effects, but also as he has three classes in total, the effects were naturally quite good.

Time passed, and akiyama continued with the task at hand, believing that the sooner he became acquainted with the system, the easier it would be for him to navigate this unfamiliar realm.

After a while, just as akiyama was about to close the status tab, the door to the side-room opened, and the village chief walked in with his hand clasped in a sycophantic manner, leading to akiyama to get up from the wooden board.

"Sorry to bother you, Hayashi-Sama, but would you mind joining me outside for a bit?" The chief spoke with a demeanour that was far too humble for an older man to use when addressing a young man.

Akiyama didn't know why he was so stubborn about being humble, but since his previous attempts had failed, he didn't bother trying again and simply said, "sure why not, do you perhaps need my help with anything?"

"Yes, the bandits, Hayashi-Sama had dealt with had carried a lot of arms and various items with them. We've gathered all of those belongings in one place, therefore it would certainly be a privilege for us if you were to inspect those with us villagers." Chief said with great enthusiasm as the two of them walked out of the house.

'Oh, so that's what it was about.' Akiyama thought as he remembered seeing this type of development for a few seconds, most likely in the anime, but then his thoughts turned to what he needed to do to inspect the weapon.

'Wouldn't the appraisal skill work on those weapons?' Akiyama thought for a moment, then turned to look at the chief and said, "Why not somala-san, I'll gladly do it."

A sigh of relief could be seen on the chief's face as akiyama replied, because even if hayashi declined anything he said, there was literally nothing he could do about it as he still vividly remembered how easily this young brave adventurer had sliced those vile lv20 or Lv25 bandits in half as if they were nothing but butter ready to be sliced.

But now that he knew a little bit about his behaviour and moral conduct, Somala felt more at ease, so he asked again, "hayashi-Sama, though you've disposed of the majority of bandits and saved our village from a catastrophical loss, and as a result, every spoil of this fight rightfully belongs to you, but this time two of my fellow villager also had little success in disposing of those vile bandits from our land and.. I hope I'm not crossing any lines, but if you don't mind, would you please consider sharing some of the spoils with those people if any of those equipments aren't to your liking?"

Akiyama came to a halt in his tracks, and as he looked back at the old man, a pitiful image of his grandfather flashed before his eyes, who, despite his disability, went to work so he could attend school without obstacles. His eyes were on the verge of bursting with tears, but he managed to hold them back long enough to nod to the chief and say, "Of course, I'll happily share the equipment with those who deserve it."

"Thank you! Thank you very much, Hayashi-Sama." With a light bow, the chief expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

"No.. Don't worry, Somala-San; it's only natural to do the right thing." Akiyama remarked, his heart heavy from the unexpected outpouring of hospitality. Though it wasn't like he didn't have anyone thanking him for the work or essential assistance he had provided on the earth, it was just excessive in this other world.

Following their somewhat warmed conversation, akiyama and Somala arrived on the outskirts of the village, where the bloody battle was said to have taken place. The equipments were placed on the ground as if a newbie merchant had opened his stall here due to a lack of funds for renting a shop, and right in front of those equipments stood a huge looking villager with a broad smile on his face who, spotting them walk towards him, opened his mouth and said, 'chief you're here, and I can also see that you've brought the brave young man too'.

"his name is pitzker, who also is the sole merchant in our village and the second guy who is able to speak brahim language after me." As Pitzker, came forward, clasping his hand the chief introduced him to Akiyama.

"Is that true? I'm Hayashi Akiyama, and it's nice to meet you, Pitzker-San." Akiyama greeted the man enthusiastically.

Pitzker, on the other hand, sensed the praise and grinned, saying, "It's barely anything young man as I travel quite a lot in town for business, nonetheless first allow me to express my gratitude to you for saving our village from those miscreants earlier."

"Really, it's not much." Although Akiyama hoped they would stop their excessive praise and expressions of gratitude, the chief and merchant persisted for a moment so Akiyama ignored them and stepped forward to take a look at the spoils.

Though Akiyama couldn't recall the exact details of the bandits his predecessor had slain, the equipment lying on the ground in front of him looked nothing particularly interesting too, as all of the equipment in question was nothing wider than leather armour, shoes, and rusty weapons that the miscreants had carried with them. Buy from those small details it was evident that, this stuff belonged to those dead crooks.

How do you intend to bring them along with you, Hayashi-Sama? Do you have enough space?" The village chief decisively approached and inquired calmly.

'Space? What's that?' Akiyama looked at the blue sky for a moment, confused, but quickly nodded his head in denial to prevent any sort of a hitch.