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Chapter 30

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“Your name is Wada-kun, right?” (Kouta)

“Wada Takamasa, but they called me Taka. If you like, please call me that.” (Wada)

“That’s easy to remember, so that helps. You can call me whatever you want too. That gear you’re wearing, it’s a tactical belt, isn’t it?” (Kouta)

There was a little time before we departed for the dungeon, so I tried talking to Wada-kun, who looked like a sportsman. The reason I approached him was because he was wearing equipment I was interested in. It was about the ‘tactical belt’. Tactical fashion and military gear had recently been becoming more abundant.

“That’s nice~. This must be pretty useful, right? How does it feel to use it?” (Kouta)

“I’ve only run around the neighborhood so far, so I can’t say much, but it’s not really obstructive.” (Wada)

“I use one too, but the appeal of this type is the freedom of customization, right? I’m planning to customize it as needed while diving into the dungeon.” (Mutou)

Mutou-kun joined in. Hearing that, I looked at the two tactical belts.

“Wada-kun’s is Dutch made?” (Kouta)

“Is that so? Kouta, you’re knowledgeable.” (Wada)

“No, not really. I wanted one too, so I researched it. It said it’s less prone to causing sweat compared to German ones. Since it’s a belt, the difference probably isn’t huge though.” (Kouta)

I could tell at a glance that Mutou-kun’s was German made. I made sure not to praise one side’s equipment too much.

Meeting someone for the first time requires tact. It’s tiring.

“Mines the German one. The shop clerk said their customization parts are more abundant, so I chose this one. But how is it really?” (Mutou)

“I think it’s reliable. They say there really are a lot of parts. Although originally made for the military, now they’re completely manufactured for explorers. But I think necessary customization parts will surely be sold eventually.” (Kouta)

Both seemed convinced, which was a good thing.

“Still, the fact that you’ve prepared a ‘Goblin Knife’ properly is impressive. Fixed tightly to the tactical belt so it doesn’t shake. I’m jealous. I’m still stuck with this.” (Kouta)

I showed them the knife I still tucked into my jeans belt. We talked about budget issues, and shared excitement about videos and websites we used as references. This was purely fun.

“All right, everyone! It’s time, so let’s start moving. If someone’s late, we’ll leave them behind. Actually, I’m restless wanting to get into the dungeon quickly. Everyone feels the same, right?” (Haruka)

We were surprised by Haruka-kun’s unexpected decision, but after hearing his reasoning, we all laughed and supported his choice. Still, it seemed like he disliked waiting for latecomers and the bad mood it caused among everyone else.

An average person like me would probably only choose to wait. He’s not wrong, but I feel my insecurities being quietly stirred. It’s a feeling I haven’t experienced lately, being so absorbed in the dungeon. It’s okay, it’s not showing on my face…

Dividing into registered and unregistered groups, we began moving.

“First, let’s move as deep inside as possible. Looking at this plaza, you can tell the first floor, especially near the entrance. It has such a high population density that you probably can’t touch any goblins.” (Kouta)

“If Kouta says so, it must be true. Ah, so that’s why you were walking from this side earlier! Good preparation, Kouta!” (Emilia)

Since the women were moving with us, Emilia agreed. Girls planned to split off inside the dungeon, but at times like this it was appreciated.

“No, I just had some time, so I was hunting goblins…” (Kouta)

“Don’t be modest, Kouta! That’s a bad trait of Japanese people.” (Emilia)

No, I’m just telling the truth… Emilia’s trust is painful, but it’s hard to deny.

“Well then, it’s a walk at first. Can I leave the directions to you, Kouta?” (Haruka)

“Yeah, that’s fine. But sorry if we don’t meet any goblins.” (Kouta)

For some reason, I put up a precautionary line. It’s not easy to change…

 

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