The Weakest Tamer Began a Journey to Pick up Trash - Volume 1 - Chapter SS2

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Sifar

I WATCHED AS IVY went back to his tent. There you go. Here’s hoping you can get a nice, restful sleep tonight.

“Think he’ll be okay?” Seizerk asked, worried.

“Yeah. He looked a lot more calm, so I think he’ll be just fine.”

Ivy was obviously nervous about the kidnappers. He put on a bold front, but fear can’t be quelled that easily. Then again, maybe he was just hiding his feelings so we wouldn’t notice. Starting today, though, I saw composure returning to the kid’s face. Getting him away from those other adventurers was a good move.

“Such a little guy,” said Marcreek, “but he tries so hard.” Everyone agreed.

“He looks like he’s about five years old, doesn’t he?” Rickbert added. “But it’s weird for a kid so young to travel all alone.”

He was right…traveling alone at such a young age was unusual, though not entirely unheard of. Some children ran away when they thought their parents might sell them, or for any number of reasons. Ivy had avoided talking about parents or siblings. That must’ve been where the problem lay.

“No matter how old he is, the kid’s too scrawny,” Seizerk piped up. “It’s like he’s not eating enough.”

“Yeah,” Bolorda agreed. “We’d better get some nutrients in him while he’s with us.”

So they said, but Ivy was a better cook than any of us, so it felt like he was the one helping us get fed. Man, that kid’s soup is something else.

Still, the kid was too considerate. Maybe it had something to do with the environment he grew up in. I saw how uneasy he looked when we told him he didn’t have to do anything. Rattloore and I were both surprised by that. That was why we’d asked him to clean up, but neither of us had expected he’d be so happy about it. Maybe he was scared he’d be abandoned if he wasn’t useful. Unfortunately, we’d just met the kid. We couldn’t undo years of suffering that easily.

“But maybe there’s still time,” I grumbled.

“Hm? What’s the matter?” asked Gnouga.

I just shook my head. “Don’t mind me. I was just thinking of having Ivy make breakfast.”

Gnouga chuckled at that. Nobody protested the idea—they must’ve realized the sad truth that Ivy fretted most when he had nothing to do. If only he could let go of some of that during his time with us…but seeds planted long ago have a way of digging their roots deep.

“Well, there’s no need to rush it,” I muttered.

Let us watch over you so you don’t fall, you little go-getter. You’re a valued member of the team now.