Chapter 43: Another Comrade

This guy seems situational, but the more fighters, the better. Is this even an actual title given to someone? The title, Serious Fighter, sounds tacky. Like I get, some people are serious about their hobbies. I would provide them with a more fabulous name. Whatever, we need to summon him regardless of his title. I shouted the name of the card I grabbed from the floating ones in front of me. 

Mana 1/10 -> Mana 0/10

Serious Fighter, Kanazawa manifested in front of me. He is too muscular. He has muscles on muscles. I feel insecure being near him, as if he would be able to woo Luna, Rita, or any other girl I like away from me. I may need to work on my physique. 

"Hello, Card Caster! My name is Kanazawa, but you know that already. You did summon me!" Kanazawa said while flexing his muscles. What did he have to do to get muscles like that? 

"Another male? Can't you summon any cute girls with modest breasts? Cute angels with boobs that aren't too big?" Layla said, looking into the shed.

After talking with them and getting to know Kanazawa, I bought 5 blankets and a couple of wyvern meals. A total of 2,000,500 points were wasted on stuff. Whatever I need to have food to hold me over. Wait, we are camping in dangerous territory. I didn't see an outhouse nearby. How am I going to crap? Let's see what the shop tab has to offer. 

This item looks cool. A mini shovel is typically used for gardening. I could use it to to dig a hole to crap in. I am worried about privacy. Is there a portable cube that I can use for privacy? I hope so since it would be good for me to feel safe and secure while crapping. 

I ordered a few items totaling 10,000 points. These purchases were worth the investment. I don't have to go now, so I should set it up for when I have to go. I left the shed and told Layla what I was going to do. Kanazawa said that he would be going with me for protection. Then Layla could report to the others.

Apparently, Layla told the new monster about the situation while I was focusing on shopping. It's good that the monsters can discuss things amongst themselves. I would hate to relay information to every new monster. After we walked a few hundred feet away, we were now a tiny section separating the farm fields. I started to dig while Kanazawa spoke up. 

"So let's be honest, man-to-man moment if you will. Ya going to do Layla?" Kanazawa said.

Do her? No way in hell will I have sex with a girl like that. I don't even think I could get it up with that girl. I need to respond to him but be honest about my feelings towards the girl. "I could never have a relationship with a girl like that," I said while digging the hole I would later use. 

"What, brother? Come on, you should go for it." Kanazawa said.

"Yeah, no. That girl hates men for what I assume is no reason. I cannot be with such a girl who is ugly in her heart." I said, knowing some girls at the brothel probably did hate men. Yet, I still did have sex with them, knowing that they hated me for being a man.

"Nonsense! The struggle will make the sex even better." Kanazawa yelled out. He needs to quiet down! This horn-ball is going to make the man-hater correct in her opinion of men.

"Sex isn't everything to life, damn it! Now stop yelling!" I yelled to Kanazawa, butting his head. I took my head off his and spoke up again. "Listen, man, the more we yell, the more likely monsters will be attracted to us," I said, taking a short break from digging. 

"Gehhehjkbe ehnfjk," said something in the woods. Damn, my shouting drew the attention of a humanoid demonic beasts. I am far away from the spear since I left it in the shed. So that means I need to use my arsenal skills. When I used the arsenal skill, I summoned the Type 56 and a few clips of ammo. I opened the metal slide thing and inserted the ammo into it.

"Looks like my shouting brought company. Get ready to fight. For now, I shall attack a few far away. When I say attack, attack for me and defend until I reload." I commanded Kanazawa. 

"It's time to have some action, finally!" Kanazawa said, pounding a fist into his palm.