The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 1 - Chapter 12

Chapter 12:

According to the Map…

AFTER FINISHING all my other prep, I checked the traps I’d set earlier. There were two field mice in them, so I was gonna really feast tonight.

From what I’d heard in the village, it seemed like tomorrow morning was a good time to leave. They were having a large-scale hunt in the woods tonight. If that went well, there’d be way fewer tusked hogs. They were wily, dangerous animals, so I’d be in big danger if one rushed me in the woods.

As usual, I finished cleaning the meat quickly and left. Something was approaching, but the leftovers would probably draw it. Feet flying, I made for the village dump.

If I was going to leave, I needed to be prepared. As I’d expected from all the merchants and adventurers hanging around, this village had a big dump. I found a few potions, checked their color, and stuffed them in a bag. Another bag—a torn one—had some paper in it. I checked it out. Oh, it was a map! It even included the village I was born in.

This was a huge find!

I didn’t know the names of any villages other than the one I’d come from, nor did I know how far they were from each other. I couldn’t tell how accurate this map was, but it was so much better than nothing. Apart from the map, there were some clothes. After examining the size and cleanliness of each item, I tossed them in my bag and discarded what I didn’t need from my own possessions. If I didn’t clean up now and then, I’d just start to hoard.

After my dump raid, I headed back toward the village. It would be dangerous to stay in the forest on the night of a big hunt, so I’d spend the night there instead.

A huge crowd of hunters gathered in the center of the village. I looked for the plaza where the adventurers could stay the night—they’d freed up a plaza for them to sleep in, since a lot of adventurers didn’t have a lot of money. There were simple cooking tools there, so that was a big help for me, too. Eventually, I found a decently sized open square dotted with tents. Yep, this seemed like the place. I’d expected it to be a little livelier, but most of the adventurers were already out pursuing the tusked hogs. It was kinda silly to expect them to be anywhere else when there was money to be made.

There was a camp kitchen set up in the plaza, so I whipped up some dinner right away. I didn’t have much mana, so I didn’t want to waste magic on cooking. There were magic stones for making fire here, which was extra convenient. I sliced the dressed field mice into haphazard sizes and roasted them. Once one was cooked through, I took it off the fire and covered it in bana leaves. The other would be my dinner.

I enjoyed a luxurious meal, poring over the map I’d picked up as I ate. First, I wanted to learn the name of the place I was in now.

I was born in Ratomi Village. According to the map, it was pretty far from the city. I’d avoided the village closest to Ratomi, but that one was called Ratofu Village. The one after that was Ratone, which was probably where I was now. That left my next destination…Ratoto, was it? It looked like the shortest trip so far, but I still didn’t know where this map even came from. Useful as it was, I couldn’t trust it too much.

Reading the map reminded me of the fortune-teller. She’d known I could read simple characters but not all of them. That’s why she taught me to read and write all the important ones. She even taught me simple math.

I wished I could see her kind face one more time.