"Those old Y and N geezers sure talk a lot..." Kimura muttered in complaint, pressing his fingers to his ears as he nervously poked his head out from the camp.
The moment Kimura returned to camp today, Mirai had caught him and given him a lecture. He kept pacing from the camp entrance to the far end of the camp, not even sitting down to eat. His ears, so famously troublesome, were now suffering.
In truth, it was no wonder Mirai was worried that something might happen to the three students who had come here for the first time. He had told them not to split up and to stay close behind him while killing enemies. At first, he had been interrupted midway, but after the situation was mostly resolved, he had gone to the front lines alone. How could he not be burning with anxiety?
He had been afraid that, upon returning, he would never see Kimura again—only a cold corpse...
Mirai had always been undisciplined, even seemingly indifferent, yet now he chattered away like a talkative woman. Kimura knew from the bottom of his heart that although he looked weary and helpless on the surface, he was deeply moved inside.
"Tch, whatever. Mirai only listens to those old Y and N geezers anyway. I'll see what this system is all about first." Returning to the team tent, Kimura set down his longsword and sank his mind into the system interface. He was truly curious about the system prompts that had appeared one after another today. They were somewhat different from the usual system.
Congratulations, you have achieved: Name!
"Name: Your own proof, Kimura. The strong need only a name to intimidate others. Your strength has been acknowledged by people, and you have taken a step toward becoming strong!"