Number One Party

What a fine day. Today, I'm with Hravati walking back home after buying. I've done my fair share of errands back in the days. I cooked for the orphans in the church.

Luckily, I'll be the one cooking for dinner tonight.

If you wish to know the reason, then I shall tell you a short tale of Hra's magnificent cooking skills.

Exactly two days ago. After getting out of the police station, we went home and ate food. Before you ask when we ate, I'll tell you right now. I was about to sleep until Hravati approached and offered me a warm bowl of soup.

Of course, I accepted it thinking this was her way of saying sorry that I couldn't sleep with her in the same room.

I picked up the spoon and took a spoonful. It was horrible, comparable to suffering the endless flames of hell or even spending time by yourself in the never-changing abyss. Not that I know how those feel, but this soup alone makes me feel as if I did.

Don't even ask me about breakfast yesterday or today. I haven't eaten since.

Still, I can't help but wonder how she can be so bad at cooking. The ingredients we bought seem normal, so it doesn't make the slightest bit of sense.

" Ah, I forgot the secret ingredient. "

" What do you mean secret ingredient? "

" It's called pig stool. When you combine the stool with mana, it becomes quite delicious. It was the secret to the delicious soup I gave you last time. I like it."

No more. I may love you, but that doesn't mean I'll tolerate direct abuse! Stool, moreover pig stool! How does one think that stool fits in food? I can't believe she's taking it this far. I think she hates me. She's even saying she likes it with a straight face.

BOOM!

A burning man flies through the street in front of us. To our right, we see four men of average height. The guy who seems to have sent the guy flying is the tiny one since his hands were burning.

" Don't mess with us again, fool! We're MXG, the number one party! "

Number one party? Oh right, parties are adventurer groups. Just like the one I'm in. But to claim number one, they must be pretty bold or strong. From what I'm seeing, it's the latter. At least, for now.

" What are you lookin' at, punk? I'm Zan the Pyro! Stop staring unless you want to end up like the last guy! "

" No need for that, so who are the rest of the guys? " I ask.

" I'm Paul. "

" I am Achilles. I'm the strongest here. "

" Call me D-Kid. My gunslinging easily beats them hands down. "

" And we are MXG! " They say simultaneously.

An incredible bunch they are. Although, these gentlemen are similar to that Team Croquette I saw on TV. I won't tell them that because of the short guy's temper. No hate, I promise.

I'm grateful to them. It is the first time I've seen someone use a skill up close. It helps to learn more whenever you can.

" Oh, miss Hravati, I didn't see you there! Could ya tell Marcus we're going to the bar later? Thank you! " Zan says.

" Sure. I hope I won't get reports for harassing the waitresses there this time. Or else. "

" Who is this Marcus guy, Hra? "

" You don't know? How could you forget the man who arrested you? "

My bad, from what I remember, he didn't tell me his name. The rude man humiliated me for no reason. Anyways, I know what to call him now. I'll get my revenge sooner or later.

We seem to have finished our business here. I take Hra's hand and head home. She doesn't seem to mind it, so I continue walking. I'm sure she blushed from that. Nevertheless, my moves do not fail and score.

A few minutes pass, and now we are finally home. We are still holding hands, but I regrettably let go since I have to open the door. My beloved Hravati made her way through pretty quickly. Could that be a sign?

I also make my way in and get to work in the kitchen.

Today's report:

Success. I am satisfied with my cooking and live another day once more. I'm still sleeping on the couch, but that'll change eventually.