It takes around two days to get to the dungeon. Other adventures chatter amongst themselves while I stay in the back by myself. The only person to keep me company is Max and he's not even a person.
We walk for around five hours before people start to complain. "Are we their yet"? "My legs hurt". "I need to pee". The people in charge gave up and decided to set up camp for the night.
{Looks like we're going to need to set up camp another time before we get to the dungeon}. [And these people call themselves adventures and they can't even walk for five hours].
Max and I complain amongst ourselves. While nobody is looking I change my staff into a Greatsword and attach it to my back. "HEY, YOU WHAT'S YOUR NAME"!? An adventurer approaches me and shouts at me. [I'm Max]. "YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT YOUR THAT MASTER RANK ARNTCHA"! He continues to unnecessarily shout at me. [Could you stop shouting I don't like the feeling of spit in my face]. When I say that he wipes his mouth and stops shouting.
"Well I challenge you to a match looking at your gear I don't think you're truly a master rank it's too shoddy". [Oh yeah and what rank are you]? He gets into a praise me stance with his hands on his hips. "I am an Intermediate rank". I wasn't impressed. [It's a waste of time but if it gets you to leave me alone sure I'll follow along with your duel].
"Alright then let's go". The adventurers surrounded us looking excited. "Who's your bet on"? "The master rank obviously this person is going to get dropped quickly". "Is he truly master rank his equipment looks poor". The others talk among themselves as my opponent draws his weapons. He wields a longsword and a shield with chainmail to protect himself.
"ALRIGHT LETS GO"! He dashes at me with his weapon drawn I slowly unsheath my Greatsword with little interest in this fight. Deciding to do what Max said and fight head on I stop every blow using my Greatsword. -CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG- He aggressively swings at me but I deflect every blow due to my high agility stat.
"WHAT'S WRONG CANT KEEP UP"? Despite me not moving an inch he believes that I am having trouble. -BLAM- I attack his shield and it crumples under the weight of the blow. Not only does the metal shield become worthless his arm is bent and twisted in awful ways.
"AAHHGRH"! He falls to the ground while holding his arm in pain. "Damn this master rank is powerful". "Must be a fighter class". "Nah he must be a barbarian due to his poor armor". "Told you that it was a dumb move". Even when this man was screaming in pure agony it seemed the others cared more about judging my abilities and class.
[Give up yet]? "YES YES, I GIVE UP OT HURTS"! Continuing to cry in pain. He quickly announces defeat. [Good I'll heal you but don't bother me again].
(Skill Activated: Greater Heal)
The bone sets into its previous position as the adventurer breaths heavily from the pain he went through. "Whoa he can't be a barbarian he must be a war priest". "That's a rare class no wonder he made it to master by himself".
The adventurers continue to whisper to each other but I'm more interested in the soup being served. "DINNERS READY"! The cook makes the announcement as all the adventurers line up waiting for a meal. I was sent to the front because of my rank.
*Dang being human is great*. Heading over to a large tree with my soup I climb up it and sit on a branch. {So what now}? [Food]. {No whats the plan for the dungeon}? [Food]. {Crimson are you alright}? [I'm sorry what was that]? Drool hangs from my mouth threatening to fall into my food. {You know what eat first we can talk after}. [WHOOO]! I dig into my food like a starving carnivore finishing it in a couple of seconds.
[Oh that was good]. {So what's the plan}. [I guess front lines chop everything down with a Greatsword] {I guess that will work but I was hoping for a backup plan}. [I'll think of it when the time comes]. Max let's out a sigh because of my recklessness but I don't care I just stare at the night sky watching the stars breaking through the darkness.
Morning comes quickly and we all get up. We make surprisingly good time and even reach the dungeon without having to stop. I'm guessing that was due to the leader threatening to take away lunch for those who fell behind. "We made it". "Let's go". Excitement could be felt from everybody in the group as people were looking forward to exploring this place.
"ALRIGHT". The leader speaks up. "MAX FRONT LINES SUPPORTS BACK LINES MAGES MIDLINE, TANKS WITH MAX, ARCHERS GO HOME AS YOU WILL BE USELESS HERE"! I could hear angry grumbling from those who held bows. "OF COURSE YOU CAN JUST TAKE A DAGGER OUT ALSO WIZARDS NO FIREBALLS I REPEAT NO FIREBALLS"! I could also hear a lot of angry grumbling from every wizard in the group. "FLANKERS AND FIGHTERS GO BEHIND THE TANKS AND THAT'S ALL".
Well, this guy isn't messing around and I guess I'm put in front just because I'm a master rank. *Oh well doesn't matter*. It is just more experience for me anyways. "MOVE OUT"! The group marches towards the dungeon ready for what challenges face them. At least that's what they thought. Their were huge gaps since there were few tanks the flank was very exposed and ninety percent of our troops were mages who specialize in fireball. [This is going to be an interesting experience]. {You said it}.