KAME They Don't Know I'm Too Young for the Adventurer's Guild: Volume 2

1. Auflage 2025
ISBN: 978-1-7183-0870-1
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, Band 2, 250 Seiten

Reihe: They Don't Know I'm Too Young for the Adventurer's Guild

Kiri continues his life as a fledgling adventurer, maintaining the lie that he's twelve. But his latest challenge isn't a monster. It's two recruits who seem utterly unprepared for adventuring.

Liluetta Magnan, a sharp-tongued merchant's daughter, and Yune Izus, her kindhearted but flighty companion, join Kiri on a simple herb-gathering quest. It quickly goes awry when Liluetta's impractical shoes force them to abandon their mission. Determined not to fail again, she returns properly equipped, and the group sets out once more.

As they navigate treacherous terrain, Kiri is surprised by their willingness to learn, especially when Liluetta uses magic to locate a hidden mana pool. He begins to question his first impressions. Are they truly cut out for this life? And what does it mean for him to be their guide?
This volume delves deeper into growth, mentorship, and responsibility in a world where survival depends on more than just skill.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Kame

Weitere Mitwirkende

Ox

Drzka, Sheldon

Leseproben

Chapter 1: A Lively Newcomer Appears

Adventurers often took on dangerous requests, so the faces in this line of work often changed. Some left after suffering injuries too severe to recover from. Some, paralyzed by fear, could no longer bring themselves to go on adventures. Some threw their hands up and declared, “I can’t take this anymore!” then found another line of work. And some...simply died. There were many reasons, but seeing familiar faces disappear was just part of reality.

Even so, it was different after Old Badger died. His absence left the usually rowdy guild quiet for a few days. Though nobody wore black, the atmosphere in the guild felt like a wake, dampened and heavy with loss. But the life of an adventurer moves ever forward. Because when some leave, others arrive.

Anyone could become an adventurer. I mean, even did it. If someone really wanted to take up the mantle, there was nothing stopping them.

Old Badger had only just passed, and the guild was still wrapped in an unusual quiet. That was when a newcomer arrived, like a small storm sweeping into the guild with energy that disrupted the heavy air.

***

It was a bright, moonlit night. I was behind the adventurer’s guild with a warrior whose dark brown hair was streaked with a single lock of white. He had called me out here after dinner.

“Here, just wrap this around your head,” Waine said, and he handed me something without explaining what or why.

I had no idea what was going on, but he offered it so naturally that I took it without thinking. That was probably a mistake.

It was wrapped in cloth. I could feel something hard inside, and the whole thing was surprisingly hefty. Curious, I tilted my head and unwrapped it—a thick iron plate shaped like a slightly curved rectangle, with a dull surface that didn’t reflect light. Looking closer, I noticed the plate was sewn directly onto the cloth, making them a single piece.

“Uh... What is this?” I asked.

“A browplate,” Waine answered without hesitation.

“What’s a browplate?”

“Oh, right. I guess you wouldn’t know.” The warrior crossed his arms and thought for a moment before explaining. “A browplate is a piece of protective gear you wrap around your forehead. It’s not much, but sometimes it can save your life. It’s cheap, so I figured I’d give it to you.”

With that, I understood. The browplate was basically a substitute for a helmet, though it didn’t seem all that reliable in comparison. It was just a piece of iron plate that only protected the forehead. My face would be completely exposed, and the top, sides, and back of my head would all be vulnerable. It really did feel like a kind of thing.

But after that last battle with the goblins, I had learned firsthand just how important armor was. I’d visited the armorer’s shop after getting back to town, but unfortunately a new helmet and metal armor were way too expensive for me. Right now, the only protection I had was the halfling-sized leather armor from Chikka. So, honestly, even this was a welcome addition. It was my first piece of head protection, after all.

I did as I was told and placed the iron plate against my forehead, wrapped the cloth around my head, and tied it at the back. I struggled a little because tying something behind my head wasn’t exactly my strong suit, but I finally got it on right. Then, I rotated my neck to test it out.

The plate was thick, but it didn’t feel that heavy because it only covered my forehead. Plus, it didn’t obstruct my vision at all.

“All right, you’ve got it on. Now, take this.” Waine handed me a wooden stick. It looked like a small piece of construction lumber—a long, skinny rectangle about the same thickness and length as my spear. Then, he walked over to a nearby shrub and snapped off a short, thin twig. “As for me... Hmm, that should do.” The twig was so short that, in Waine’s grip, only a little bit about the length of my index finger stuck out. He held it up under the bright moonlight and gave it a few light flicks in the air.

“Well, kiddo,” said Waine, “that goblin fight was pretty sloppy. It was your first battle, so I get it. But from now on, I’m gonna teach you how to fight.”

“How to fight?” I repeated.

“Yeah. I’m talking about a mock battle.”

A mock battle. I understood that much. It meant I’d be fighting Waine.

Honestly, the idea of fighting still scared me. But it was obvious that learning now would be for the best, in case I ever ran into another dangerous monster. That said, was it really fair for me to use a stick as long as my spear, while Waine only had a twig? He couldn’t even block an attack with that thing.

“Of course, I’ll give you a handicap,” Waine said. “Hit me anywhere with that stick, and you win. That’s all you have to do. I’m only gonna aim for your browplate. If I hit it hard enough to break this twig, I win. Then we’ll call it a night.”

I already had an advantage with my stick, and this felt like it tipped the scales in my favor even more. Waine was, without a doubt, a skilled warrior. And as an adult, he was bigger than me and had longer arms. That alone gave him the upper hand. But with my longer weapon, I had a much greater reach. Since all I had to do was land a hit, having a longer range gave me a pretty significant edge. And if he was only aiming for my forehead, I just had to keep an eye on that and dodge when necessary.

In fact, I couldn’t see myself losing this. He was clearly underestimating me just because I was a kid. The thought irritated me a little. Waine grinned lazily under the moonlight like he was trying to prove me right. His expression said it all: He was looking down on me like this was just a game.

I taken down a goblin, though. Sure, Sheya’s magic had helped, and I would’ve been in trouble without Chikka’s armor. But I’d still fought and won.

I rolled my right shoulder in a slow circle. The goblin’s dagger had struck my armor’s shoulder guard, leaving me with only a bruise. It had been sore yesterday, but not enough to stop me from moving. And now, even that pain was gone. I was fine. I could do this.

“Got it. All I have to do is land a hit, right?” I asked.

“That’s right,” Waine replied. “Come at me whenever you’re ready.”

I gripped my stick, holding it like a spear. Slowly, I stepped forward to close the distance. My target: his stomach. It was the center of his body and the hardest place to dodge. If all I needed to do was make contact, I didn’t need power—just speed.

“Hah!” From the very edge of my range, I thrust forward. I kept my step light, making sure not to overcommit, and prepared to react if he dodged—

“Hm.” Waine stepped in as he evaded my attack and closed the gap between us instantly.

“Ah!” In that moment, I realized two things at once. My attack wouldn’t land, and I had no way to avoid his counter.

I saw the tip of his twig coming straight for me. My eyes squeezed shut on their own. A solid impact struck my forehead—the force knocked me off-balance, and I landed hard on my backside.

“A thrust to the stomach from the edge of your range. Not bad,” said Waine. “But you were staring at my midsection the entire time. Way too obvious. If I know where you’re aiming, countering is easy.”

“Damn it,” I grumbled.

I felt my face heat up in embarrassment, and frustration welled up inside me. Waine was right, but I hadn’t expected him to counter my attack so effortlessly. He really strong, and he wasn’t mocking me either. I’d been beaten in an instant and deserved to be treated like a kid. On top of that, he was still holding back.

At least the browplate had done its job. My forehead didn’t hurt at all. My , on the other hand, was another story.

“That aside, you closed your eyes, didn’t you,” Waine said. It wasn’t really a question.

“Huh? Yeah...” I’d definitely gotten scared and shut my eyes.

“Yeah, don’t do that. From now on, even if you’re about to get hit, keep your eyes open.”

Waine said it so casually, but anyone would shut their eyes if something sharp was flying straight at them. Even if it was just a twig. Right? I knew Waine was only aiming for my forehead, but fear was still fear. There was always a chance he could miscalculate and hit somewhere else.

“Listen, closing your eyes in a fight doesn’t help you in any way. Even if you’re about to get hit, even if you can’t dodge, keeping your eyes open gives you a chance to react if something happens,” Waine explained.

“Something like what?”

“Like an ally stepping in to help, making the enemy’s...