Apart from bruises and scratches he did not gain any fatal injuries. Then a dull stretching pain was felt with his arms, both are sore from strenuous flailing and swinging. "Why didn't I take exercises seriously?" Ryuji muttered to himself. Back on Earth, he will do basic training but not as intensive as this. He would just occasionally join his co-managers who are into athletics. He would watch them lift heavy weights while he was just doing casual exercises like jogging, push-ups, and some dumb bells. Now he learned on a very hard way that he needs to be active. He did forget that his soul was transferred to this world and not his body, so this thought of exercising is useless.
"Pyun-Pyun, pick up the bodies." Ryuji ordered and the slime complied as it bounced to the rabivore carcasses scattered around. The slime stored them to his body despite the carcass was three to five times larger than its spherical gel body.
Ryuji and Pyun-pyun also forage some useful herbs around the area with the use of the
He called Pyun-Pyun and ask for the herbs that the slime gathered. There were plenty to choose from. He casted
After more than half a day, they went back to their base. Ryuji also made a vine to tie the canopic jar and hung it up to his neck. It looked weird but he felt much more awful if he holds it all the time or attach this godly jar to his loincloth. He suddenly remembered the loin cloth. "Ugh… I should really have asked for clothes." He regretfully muttered. He was still wearing that ugly filthy white piece of cloth. For a bath loving nation, wearing the same clothes really disgusts him not to mention this filthy cloth. "If really evolve i need something cleaner than this body." Ryuji frowned. The cloth was no longer white, he was like wearing this dirty cloth for a few weeks.
Then it dawned on him that the fur from the rabivore, he can use it and try making some clothes out of those materials. He could experiment with silk threads abilities later so he could attach the furs to cover his lower half at least. Once he gets back, he could sew some fur as clothes. It is a tedious task, but it needs to be done so he may finally say goodbye to the disgusting loincloth.
"No more bugs and raw meat!" He was overwhelmed with joy, no longer he would endure eating bugs or raw meat. Despite that he is currently a goblin, having the memories of his previous Japanese life, he could not accept eating raw and uncooked food. He was aiming for the myriad of flavors that he once knew. He had been a kitchen helper as one of his odd jobs before and did cook a lot in his spare time, especially when his brother was still alive. He quickly set his sight on the herbs. "Now I need salt." Ryuji wondered. He pulled out the rabivore and marinade it with herbs, but he scrunched his brows. While the rabivore was fully preserved like it just died a few minutes ago, when he tore the leg, blood immediately gushed out. "Crap!" He forgot to let the animal bleed. He was not minding it a few days ago because he was eating it raw. Though Ryuji is now a goblin, he still thinks as a human back on earth. Exsanguinating the carcass would be beneficial to the flavor and preservation of the meat. While he does not need it for preservation, he was aiming more on the flavor instead.
"Pyun-Pyun, bring that rabivore outside the springs." Ryuji quickly commanded. It was a good thing that his lovely pet can preserve it much better than a refrigerator, but it would be bad for the flavor. Pyun-pyun immediately spit out the rest of the carcasses of adult rabivores and while the goblin made an incision at the neck of the rabivore. He is unsure of this rabbit like creature that is slightly larger than a tibetan mastiff but to be safe he thought that there should be blood vessels for this hideous creature. Ryuji already tore the leg earlier but this time he used the
Pyun-pyun watched his master as if he were a student eager with a demonstration of practical skills when it felt some power pouring to the weapon that his master uses. Ryuji looked at the slime and the slime was looking at the sword like it was saying something. He was surprised that the slime was trying to get his attention and scarily smiled. "It's ok, we will clean the meat later." Ryuji gave a pat on the slime. Without warning to him that the sword was engulfed in an ominous purple light that gave an eerie feeling. What do you expect from a weapon of the underworld? The sword did change to a cleaver, a scary and intimidating looking one. It had a sinister looking handle like it was built from a spine of some kind of animal and a black blade that had a hooked like form at the opposite end of the handle that looked really evil. It gave chills to Pyun-Pyun and Ryuji as the
In Ryuji's mind he became some game boss villain holding a creepy cleaver like it was made from his 'victims'. He felt chills by just looking at it, but he did not feel anything amiss like possession or eating away his life force. He is still cautious of the creepy looking weapon. Then a familiar chime sounded.
"Oh!" Ryuji exclaimed. "Does this mean my previous skills are available?" He wondered as he asked the echo again, but it did not reply to his query. When the Takeda couple died, he accepted several odd jobs to make his brother comfortable, he had been a delivery guy, a florist assistant, a dishwasher, a kitchen staff, a butcher's apprentice, construction worker, fast food staff and salesclerk. He had to learn quickly to keep those jobs even for a short time. But it has been years since he honed his skills related to those odd jobs since he started working for corporate company which was the last company when he died. His stats did not specify any of those when he first arrived here which he did not notice at first but ever since he needed to butcher a rabivore now it felt he still had that tacit knowledge within him. "I guess those skills are handy now unlike the ones that I had when work working with corporations…" Ryuji seemed to answer his own question.
Ryuji also thought about the second form for the
After a few minutes Ryuji went back with the branches that he had cut earlier. He hid that bundle of branches that he will be using for the cooking pit. It was midday, though it was bright but watching how the sun had been setting for the past few days, he knew it is afternoon already. He quickly used