The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 1 - Chapter 16

Chapter 16:

Surprisingly Problematic

I WAS RELIEVED TO SEE Sora still quivering in front of me. While I was relieved it hadn’t disappeared, I recalled something I’d read in a book once: Collapsed slimes only have a life span of one day. Would it die by tomorrow? I glanced down at it nervously.

Sora gazed back. For some reason, we just…stared at each other for a few minutes.

What are we doing…? I decided to check the book again. The rare weakest slime is known to die in the span of a day, it said. Which seemed straightforward, until it added: However, many mysteries remain regarding this slime.

In other words…they didn’t know. Right? In that case, I would believe it would be okay. I’d finally made a friend, and it would be too depressing if it disappeared. It’ll be fine. It has to be fine!

Sora started quivering, still staring at me as if to ask something. Not that I knew what it was asking. The book said that tamed monsters could communicate with you, but…

Sorry…I just don’t understand. I picked Sora up gently and turned back to the village road to resume my journey. We couldn’t stay here forever. As I walked, I contemplated the future. Once the heady excitement of successfully taming something subsided, I realized I had some problems.

The book claimed that the collapsed slime was too weak to be tamable. If I had tamed one, what would people think? For now, I’ll just make sure nobody can see Sora. It looks different from normal slimes, so people would figure out something was weird about me. Wow…my new friend is pretty problematic, huh?

I stopped walking when I heard voices ahead. Multiple people were talking, so we were probably close to the village. It took me longer to notice this time because I was distracted by other things. I’d better be more careful.

I looked down at the slime in my arms. What would I do with Sora? I couldn’t just leave it in the middle of the forest. As I approached the village, worrying all the while, I noticed people approaching.

I panicked—I threw Sora in my magic bag as three adventurers popped out of the forest. They were holding a big snake that they must’ve hunted. For some reason, they hadn’t killed it. No, they were rushing toward Ratoto with it. I walked slowly, waiting for them to leave. And just as relief started to wash over me…

“Ahhh! I threw it in my magic bag!” I stared at the bag in question. They say you’re not supposed to put living things in magic bags, lesser or otherwise. The moment you try, they get repelled. I looked around, but…not a Sora in sight.

Did it die?

I ran back into the forest to get off the village road. After checking to make sure nobody was around, I put the bag on a fallen tree, took a deep breath, and put a hand inside. Immediately, something cold brushed against my hand.

Thank goodness. When I pulled my hand out, there was Sora, still quivering as usual. All the energy in my body evaporated, and I sat down heavily right there. For some reason, it seemed Sora could exist inside the bag just fine. Maybe some lesser magic bags were fine but people just didn’t know?

Oh, I know! If I could put Sora in my bag, then we could travel together without anyone seeing. I’d stumbled onto the solution for all my problems. Except, uh…

“Sorry for putting you in a trash bag, Sora.” In my panic, I’d kinda put my new friend in a bag full of garbage. It sat among expired potions and torn-up clothes. “My bad.”