8.3 - Recruits, Again
Glaton and Vikir were unconscious, and Oiser had run away.
I looked around. I focused my attention on the corpse of the beasts that Oiser had left behind when he escaped.
He had seen what had happened here. If he told anyone, I would be in trouble.
"Shit."
I walked over to the carcass.
I crouched down next to them and looked at them.
Who needs a body like that for?
"Ahh.." I grabbed my head and sighed.
Oh well, but if I don't deliver it to them, I might fail my training. He didn't say anything about failing, but I still prefer to follow the order.
The beasts they had left behind were tightly tied, so all I had to do was attach another one to them and lift it.
When I did that, I grabbed all of their legs and started walking towards the camp.
I shuffled them on the ground.
I took a few steps and glanced at Vikir.
Ehhh....
Okay, I'm not that rude. But I'm leaving this Glaton asshole for good.
I let go of the corpse's legs and walked over to Vikir.
I crouched down with my back to him and slowly slid him onto my shoulders.
Now, he was lying unconscious on my back.
Slowly and slightly bent over, I padded over to the Hardy's I had left behind.
I grabbed them and started walking towards the camp.
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(Vikir's perspective)
Vikir was in a tent designated for the injured.
He was lying on a bed, wearing bandages.
He felt that they were stiff and it was hard to move.
He slowly opened his eyes, turning his head slightly towards the inside of the tent.
Earlier, after Glaton's punch, as he rolled, he got hit in the head, by hitting a tree.
He had bandages wrapped around his head and chest area.
He was wearing pajama pants, and a drip was connected to his hand.
The only thing he managed to see was a middle-aged woman who was taking a certain dose into a syringe.
"Where am I?" He thought.
The lady from the medical care accidentally turned towards him and noticed that he had woken up.
"Huh!" She reacted.
The syringe fell from her hand, and she herself was scared and started shaking.
She turned abruptly towards the exit of the tent and started screaming.
"He woke up! Lieutenant Baldur!"
At that moment, Vikir was left alone with himself.
"How did I end up here?" He continued his thought.
He slightly closed his eyes and suddenly something hurt.
"Ugh.." He groaned.
"Everything hurts.... and who dragged me here?"
The boy began to analyze the interior of the room he was in.
"Table... chair... chest of drawers... modest armchair..."
The only thing Vikir remembered was the moment when Glaton pushed him away with his sword to steal Hardy. After this attack, he lost consciousness.
Suddenly he heard the rustle of the tent entrance.
Baldur Clothar, a muscular man, had just entered it.
He looked angry.
"Explain to me, boy, what exactly happened?"
Baldur sat down on the chair that was next to the bed.
"I-I..." It was hard for him to say anything because of the stiff bandages.
"According to what this, emm, sefjus, or whatever his name is, reported, you were attacked by 5 Hardys at once. Tell me, how much truth is there in that?"
Vikir was very surprised.
He didn't remember being attacked by as many as 5 Hardys. After a moment, he came up with the idea that Cethus could have lied, but he didn't see why he had to do it. After all, if he had told the truth, it would have come out that Glaton and Oiser had played dirty.
Baldur noticed Vikir's doubt.
"Heh, from your reaction I can say that you also realized that this was pure nonsense."
"W- *cough cough* w-where is Cethus now?" The boy asked uncertainly.
Baldur folded his arms and looked at him sternly.
He made a grimace.
"You've been unconscious for four days." He began.
Vikir was very surprised.
"F-four!? *cough*"
"Field practice started 3 days ago. Everyone could choose where they wanted to spend their week of practice. There were several options to choose from, such as city patrol, beast forest patrol and... help on the border of Ephzental."
"This buddy of yours chose to go to the borders of the continents."
"B-but how! T-there's a war there! It's illegal for minors."
"He himself insisted, but you better worry about yourself, because you're 3 days behind on practice." He replied sternly.
"Y-yes..."
"So will you tell me what exactly happened? Not that you have any other option."
"If 5 Hardys attacked you, then why were you the only ones hit and Glaton, who wasn't even your partner? Why did we also find Glaton Grawer in the place where it happened, beaten up more than you? And Glaton's partner - Oiser Nezdor - is missing. How on earth did Cethus come back from this without any wounds or being bruised. Will you explain all this to me? "
"H-huh..?"
"Tell me, what really happened there?"
Vikir stared at him as if he had seen a ghost. He was curious about the same thing.