My Parasite Skill System

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The thick reddish mass of muscles and flesh had been stabbed by my shortsword.

Yet, it still didn't go down.

Through his right flank, my sword did go in then up, piercing through his guts and lower chest area.

My wrist twisted--and my sword was to be twisted too.

He grunted.

It tore off more of his insides.

But the beast still didn't go down, though.

When would he fall to his knees?

I had something I wanted to try … but couldn't quite perform it since the orc wouldn't still go down.

Biting his lips and twitching his brows like crazy, he only stared at me from above me with his reddish flame in his eyes.

His as-thick-as-himself, long blade rested before him. Propping himself up with itself, he still refused to go down.

And I mean, yo.

…

I just waited…?

I waited for it to come to an end, that is correct.

When will he fall to his knees? This was the ruling question.

I could only wait for that, and ask myself: when will he go down?

And … I'm pretty sure 'that' waited for me too.

…

Thanks to his very loud endurance and vigor, I was practically exposed at this point.

I couldn't see Right Orc due to this massive obstacle lying right in front of me, but knew he could come out and surprise me whenever he pleased.

And ready to bounce at any given moment when his comrade would go and decide to circle the dying beast around to collect my life … should I just be backing off and try myself at <Claw> afterward?

His comrade can attack me whenever he wants, though--it isn't safe.

Hmmm...

Still not letting go of neither the handle of my sword nor my unwillingness to retreat, I thought it all out.

Yes but no. I want to see that skill in action too.

And I just didn't want to back off, no, I insisted.

Adding some of my weight into my grip, "Gnnn…!" I pulled my body downwards with even more insistence.

It paid off.

What followed my struggling noises was the loud 'thud!' of Left Orc's big sword as he finally let go of it.

His hands were no longer gripping on the big sword's handle strapped with leather bands tainted with blood.

And then the huge sword, as though an established building down here on the grass, slowly leaned forward … it was then that, thud!

And the following up wouldn't be getting waited for impatiently.

As he also bent forward, now, his two knees came in contact with the earth first.

It gave birth to two other loud 'thud!' sounds.

And the huge beast's sculpted shoulders were at my height.

"Finally, huh," I stated before mumbling, "wait, can I even use the word 'finally' to that?" it didn't quite seem right to me, "sure was too damn long."

I stepped behind, then adjusted my position on his side, and … "Ugh?"

Kinda forgot about it, but … did Right Orc just run off?

And here I was thinking he'd bounce at me anytime from behind his huge friend's massive body.

"Well…"

And Left Orc was resigned to die, it seemed.

His head wasn't far away from mine.

Opening up his two big dark lips, he uttered words that I couldn't comprehend.

It seemed to me he couldn't move.

Sheathing back my magical sword into its sheath, I made it so that Left didn't fall off completely to the ground.

<Claw>

The second-to-last skill I'd need to get a hold on.

My left hand was placed on top of his bald head.

And my other hand was to be placed under the beast's throat.

And all at once--

My sight grew keen.

And so did all my other senses.

The skill simply was called 'Claw.'

The nails on each tip of my fingers were always a little bit.

As if claws buried under my skin.

I saw claws going out, and so they did.

I never used that one before.

It felt kind of weird. But they just sort of sprouted out and gushed forth naturally.

And with my left hand still placed on top of Left's bald tattooed head, a portion of his thick, red blood went out as they pierced through his tanned skin.

Only a little bit.

A little bit that would suffice me.

But now I had taken my grip on himself--

Pulling his head backward at once--he only grunted and puffed up his nostrils as he exhaled and inhaled great quantities of air.

My right hand was still below his throat.

I brought my fingers up, and, in a quick movement, just took my lined-up fingers up and--stab!

They just went through his throat.

With a bit of difficulty, though.

His skin sure was as tough as it looked like.

Hmm...

And so, I can just use these claws as knifes, basically, I see.

They can be sharp and keen.

Though not that much sharp and keen.

Swords and other fighting tools were better welcomed by me.

Having my bare hand stuck and stabbed into someone else's body … "it is weird."

Ring!

❮Mingle into the Very Many Grasses battle, and slay the enemies that may come your way. 3/30❯

Oh!

And all of them were enemies, after all.

I guess it makes sense that way. I'm on neither of their sides, in the end, I think, so it makes sense.

After Left Orc's mumbling lips shut themselves and he passed, the quest indicator went up from one.

"... where was I anyway? ... I kinda like it better with a sword or whatever fighting tool I can get my hand on.

"I mean, even though it does be kinda (super) cool (and epic) it's also a bit gross, I guess."

I thought out loud as I was wiggling my fingers and claws in the inside of his throat, "ugh ... yeah, why am I doing that? ... maybe I'm the one being gross."

And then my head went up at once.

"And the frontlines of the battle ... they seem to have been pushed too. That's why I'm not being attacked. The humans won't just attack me, huh ... must be why the other ran off too … hm."

Getting my claws (or very sharp nails) off of the orc's opened throat, I gave a light push onto his head with my left hand … he fell to the opposite side, the same way his sword did.

The grass really was shy and red after that.

"And so … should it be good, now?" I asked myself.

"Well, of course I needed to get a hold on these skills. They're my means towards surviving and winning after all. And the old man was right anyway. I gotta work better on them, the skills. Just take 'Mana Perception' for example…"

[Mana Perception] would clue me in about the layout of things.

With it, I could be at ease.

That's what 'he' said, huh.

I do need to be efficient.

And I should be using it better, I think.

Just take Right Orc, for example, he ran off, and I didn't pay attention to it at all, when I could.

"Well, well, well, anyway, I like it better taking it easy too, heh," I chuckled. "And assessment is over now, Old should've got what he wanted to get … probably."

One orc and two humans.

Still surrounded by the bodies around me, I turned and faced behind my back.

Behind me, a forest was extending.

As far as the eye could see.

It was Foret's forest.

The previous elves' homeland.

Squinting my eyes at the distance ... "Oh, I did spot you, Old Sipping."

There he was resting on top of the same tree he was all the long.

And waving at him ... it did take long, but he did wave at me after a while.

"And so, still assessing me, huh?"

He was the one wishing for both of us to assess myself.

I just did that.

What about the old man?

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