Chapter 43: A Favor to Ask
<span style="font-weight:400">"Who exactly is this tall oa-," Natto looked Bear up and down, "Gentleman?" she corrected with a wry smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake snickered as he put some of the stew into Bear’s unusuallyrge bowl, filling it to the brim, "That’s Bear, I met him in the forest. He was nice enough to not just let me die in a ditch," Drake chuckled.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Ah," Natto again gave Bear a once over, "He does indeed seem… nice."
<span style="font-weight:400">"And tall, don’t forget tall," Drake grinned, looking over at the still slightly gaping construct on his shoulder.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake pulled a bowl for himself and Natto as she looked on in wonder at Bear.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I bet he ticks a lot of boxes for thedies, eh big man?" Drake prodded as he wiggled his eyebrows back and forth, scooping up some stew into one bowl after the other.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear surprisingly agreed without embarrassment. Deting Drake’s attempt to poke fun at therger man, "Yeah, I was pretty popr when I went through life, and when I went into Shigure’s camp? Oh man, whew hang it up," Bear smiled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake frowned his brows going straight, as he plopped thest scoop of the stew into a final bowl for Theodore with an audible smack, "Yeah yeah, must be nice to be above 6 foot. Fuck you too bro," Drake grumbled.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Natto can you wake up Theodore. I think he’s still taking a dirt nap right now," urged Drake.
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto looked over from Drake’s shoulder at the hapless man spread eagle on the ground, "Ah! What have you brutes done to my poor dear Theodore!?" she yelled, "Also where are the cores he was supposed to get for me?" she added.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake sighed, "I’ve said it before but ‘susmaryosep’. It’s a cruel world we live in," Drake then pointed to a tub with a small overflowing hill of cores inside it off to the side, "There. I’ll clean them up after dinner."
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto squealed in delight at the sight of the mountain of cores. Soon hopping down onto the table Drake had set the bowls on, grabbing one for Theodore. Raising the bowl overhead she deftly dropped to the ground and trotted over to the incapacitated man, each step bouncing the stew out above the bowl and back into it.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Oi! Theo! You better not be dead yet! You still have many cores to retrieve for me!" she shouted the bowl still above her head, as she nudged him with her geta.
<span style="font-weight:400">Both Drake and Bear looked on amused, as Theodore quickly startled awake with a gasp, clearly unaware of his surroundings and what had happened, his head turning which way as his monocle chain barely kept pace with his movements.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What foul hooligan doth put this shining knight to sleep?! By what underhanded means was used to subdue thee?!" Theodore quickly yelled.
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto looked back towards Drake, as if she had had enough already.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake just shrugged, not giving an answer and Bear just chuckled, as he brought another spoonful of stew to his mouth.
<span style="font-weight:400">"What did you two apes do to poor Theodore?" Natto finally said, "He was already on the fence of being broken, but now I fear he will not even be able to retrieve cores…"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear looked from his seat at the trunk over to Drake, mouthing the words ‘apes?’
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake just shook his head, as if to say, ‘Don’t ask.’
<span style="font-weight:400">Finally Drake spoke up, bing weary from theedy gag, "Bear used some sort of aura and knocked out Theo there for a good 30 minutes."
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto suddenly had a look of surprise, turning back to Theodore. Who was now straightening out his clothes, parting his hair, and twirling his handlebar mustache.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Ah yes… This one does faintly recall being hit with a rather unpleasant," Theodore coughed, "bout of.. Well something before he could not withstand it. Truly fearing for this one’s life my liege, tis felteth like something was crushing us underfoot!"
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto and Drake both shook their heads at the same time, giving up. Bear chuckling softly between bits of his 3rd bowl of stew already.
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto having noticed the big lug scooping up yet another helping of <i><span style="font-weight:400">her</i><span style="font-weight:400"> food gave out a yelp, "Ah! Take your damned bowl already Theodore! Quickly before that hulking animal eats all of my well deserved victory meal!!"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bouncing from foot to foot as she shoved the bowl in her hands towards Theodore. Immediately sprinting to her own bowl on the table when he finally took it.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Food.. Sweet sweet food!" she murmured blissfully, staring starry-eyed at the steaming bowl, not even waiting for Drake to set down the spoon for her to begin eating.
<span style="font-weight:400">Everyone present looked on as the small construct no taller than a foot, lifted a bowl the size of her headically with both hands takingrge pulls of the venison concoction.
<span style="font-weight:400">"It ish, shoo, guud," she said as she chewed the food, her cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk rather than a squirrel, her hands now on her cheeks as she shimmied back and forth from the utter pleasure of every bite.
<span style="font-weight:400">"First thing she’s said that’s made any sense," barked Bear, a grin on his face, "The food is fire, Shot. I might have to trouble you to make some more for the road."
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto looked over at Bear indignantly, but only long enough for her to swallow her current mouthful of the food. Before long she forgot he was there entirely, her face head deep in the bowl.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake pulled Natto from falling into her food by the scruff of her priestess kisode. Her looking like an annoyed cat that’s meal was just interrupted but it hardly stopped her from chewing her food as she red up at him.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Ignoring the piercing gaze of the little troublemaker as he pulled the bowl from under her to go fill it up again, dropping her to the table and wiping her mouth with his sleeve, "That shouldn’t be a problem, it doesn''t take too long. I’m just sadly out of venison now, I saw the goblins with boars so pork could work just as well, but there''s more fat on them so it would take just a smidge longer," Drake said pondering as he scooped another helping into Natto’s bowl.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake brought the bowl over to a Natto whose lips were puckered as she looked to be on the verge of tears, "What do you mean you are out of delicious food?!" she wailed, her hands up in rebellion.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I said we’re out of venison. We still have some food from the Squad Commanders you little glutton," Drake responded, giving her a quick flick to the forehead.
<span style="font-weight:400">Natto huffed, rubbing her forehead and turning away from Drake. Her attention obviously needed elsewhere. Namely the fresh bowl of food that had just been ced in front of her.
<span style="font-weight:400">"That’s no problem," Bear answered, "Picked up a good amount of stuff from Shigure’s camp and I’ve killed a few riders along the way so, I’m stacked for food if you don’t mind cooking."
<span style="font-weight:400">"Naw, long as I get to keep some for my trouble. Cooking is a hobby of mine so," Drake said, raising his arm to dribble salt down his forearm into his own bowl of stew.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I do have a favor to ask though," Drake added, his mind turning to the question he had pushed to the back of his head since he saw Bear at the gate earlier in new armor, stronger than ever.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear raised his head from his 5th bowl of food, a brow raised, "Oh what’s that? I can’t help you with rizz if that’s what you''re asking. Have to be born with it man, can’t teach this."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s eye twitched in annoyance, "No.. I do just fine in that department. Thank you…" he said, crossing his arms, his expression turning serious, "I want to test my strength against you. Against the strongest person in the tutorial."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake had Bear’s full attention now, the bowl in his hands set down as he stood up to meet Drake’s eyes.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I don’t think that’s a good idea man," Bear said with a slow shake of his head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake grew irritated, his jaw clenching slightly, "What do you mean? Do you think you’re so much stronger than I am that I can’t evenpete?!" he shouted back.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Yes," Bear said solemnly.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Don’t patronize me! You just got finished saying you respected my hard work then you go around and tell me I’m not up to snuff?" Drake countered, his arms at his side, balled into slightly shaking fists.
<span style="font-weight:400">The atmosphere turned tense at their exchange. Both Natto, and the unusually quiet Theodore, stopping their meals to look on with trepidation.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Putting in the work, and having the results are two different things Shot," Bear grumbled, his aura starting to leak out.
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<span style="font-weight:400">Drake braced against the pressure but didn’t back down. He hade so far from the person he was at the grave, he could measure up he knew that. Drake had gone through all the fights to be stronger, to prove to himself that he could do it just like he always had. He knew this wasn''t a game, but his mind wouldn''t let him differentiate the experience he had from his games and his new game-like reality. He had to make sure, prove that he was better, that he was making progress. And to do that he had to fight Bear, he had to win. For his family, for his loved ones that waited outside the tutorial and for himself more than anything.
<span style="font-weight:400">"I need to know Bear. This isn’t just a dick measuring contest. I can fight just fine against the current monsters here, it’s hardly a challenge with my stats. But that isn’t the point! If what you are telling me is true, I have a bounty on my head worthy of rivaling the human typhoon! And I have to know how I stand up to people like you, because you and I both know they wille eventually…" Drake exined, trailing off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear took some time before he answered, obviously mulling over the question.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a few moments he crossed his arm, a single finger popping up from his hand, "I don’t think you shouldpare yourself to <i><span style="font-weight:400">thee</i><span style="font-weight:400"> legendary gunman like that but, I have 1 condition. Well actually," He popped another two fingers from his hand, "I have 3 conditions."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s face brightened, "Sure, what are they?"
<span style="font-weight:400">"One, you have to take some potions as a precaution," Bear said, bringing out some vials of red liquid from his inventory into his now extended hand, "Two, you have to make absolutely sure inside this outpost is safe, and you arepletely prepared for the repocussions with fighting me."
<span style="font-weight:400">Drake nodded, taking the vials and cing them into his garbs above his obi, like he had with the Fire Oil, "And thest?"
<span style="font-weight:400">Bear grabbed the impossiblyrge ymore from his back with one hand, the full force of his aura cascading down on the surroundings like a thick fog. Therge de bringing a gust when it was swung in front of him, it’s point stopping just millimeters from Drake’s face, "I’ll only be swinging once."