My Parasite Skill System

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He's the one who's set all that up.

Of course, he still watches me from the rear, right?

It must just be that way.

Far away in the distance, where the neatly cut array of lined up trees--giving directly on the forest--rested, Old Sipping was to be found also resting on one of the many branches going up where he was.

As I faced his direction; he did just the same.

I waved at him in great and frantic movements; he just, once again, did about the same, though his waving hand wasn't so excited and full of energy like mine.

Old Sipping was just that way.

I needed to talk to the old man and his attention was caught by my waving hand already.

And stroking his beard, he still was facing me--he would listen.

Inhaling and exhaling repeatedly before going down to the task, my chest went up, and down … back up, and back down again.

Finally, at once, I inhaled deeply, "Fuuuuu…"

And from the top of my lungs,

"Youuuu

"Sawww

"Meee???"

I asked him, shouting and yelling to the best of my ability.

I cried with the wind, and the wind did go on taking my message to deliver it safely to my old uncle.

Inhaling again as in between each word, I did cry some more words.

Where's Leafana at?

The elven princess.

Wasn't she just up there with him when we parted for the second time, deciding I'd go and show off my skills to both myself and him?

…

I waited.

Still facing him, the delivering wind also still was going from me to him, disheveling my already much-disheveled hair as it'd go.

It really was strong from up the slight hill I was.

The delivering wind surely knew to blow, hm.

And, as per its name, 'delivering wind,' it'd totally go and deliver my words to him, right?

I just waited … and still waited.

It'd be important to remind us that we're apart from each other, though.

Like, really, really apart from each other.

…

Meh.

Squinting my eyes at the old man, trying to make out what he was doing … I muttered some words of complaint.

Did I need to shout again?

I wouldn't miss an occasion to shout, you know, old man.

I don't think he's heard me.

Heh.

And just as I was about to get that done…

Suddenly, another gust of wind came rushing my way--my hair was pulled back as it ran across my skin, going up to my ears.

The wind blew on me. My eyes went dry and teared up at the same time. I had to shut my eyelids … and open up my ears at the same time.

"Youuuuu

"Showwwwed

"Meeeee

"...

"Nothinnnnng

"Younnnng

"Laaaaaad..."

"Oh?" and I gave it a start.

The winds did deliver my message, after all.

What was more, they just did the same with Old's shouted words as he called out to me.

But, eh, what did the old man mean, I showed him nothing.

Couldn't he see what I did, just now?

The three guys lying down, as lifeless as death could be, didn't come out of anywhere.

I brought them here.

Wasn't 'that' enough?

I had to shake my head. Yes, shaking my head at Old Sipping it was, at this time. And that's what I did. I shook my head, from left to right, three, four, five times.

It was repetitive, but I liked it that way.

And before I could let myself feel less of Old Sipping, I went back again at it.

Breathing extremely deeply, all of this a good few times, before … my lungs grew full of air, and in between each word I'd be saying--I yelled again:

What do you mean, you tired old man. It was my first line.

And where Leafana went to, you're looking after her, right, was my second line after I went on breathing deeply again, filling up my lungs.

I just had to wait for his words, now.

…

And after much enduring (or simply that which you'd call waiting) words came back at me:

I clicked my tongue.

"Barely enough." I now received.

"Get back to it!" I then received.

'Tsk,' right. It wasn't cool. Did he even answer all my letters? He did no such thing. I grimaced at him.

Inhaling extremely deeply again--I had something to say against that.

Communicating this way didn't delight me.

It was much tiring and irksome.

That, and I got to wait in between each message, too.

But, hey, if I had to do it again, I just would.

I did show you something, wasn't it enough? In any case, if I gotta get back to it, I just get back to it.

I won't shy away from a little fighting, if you're not convinced yet, Old.

I just got back to it, my current quest still is going, after all … and what about Leafana, though, old man???

My lips and lungs, teaming up together, were just about to shout all of this.

I just had to phrase it correctly so that it's brief and concise.

My lungs grew full of themselves with me.

Taking a step onward in order to speak--or rather, shout, from the top of my voice the best I could--"Hey, you, young mister..."

And I frantically turned back, I felt angry, and just spun around myself the quicker I could.

"... you'll collect the head? … Err, is it even yours?"

And wiping off the hand that was on my shoulder, "Damn! What do you want? You startled me!"

Crap.

Was I not being attention again?

A group of five.

"--Oh--Oh!!"

They were all humans.

And, as such, a human's hand had been placed on my shoulder--I just wiped it off.

He most likely only did that in order to catch my attention. After I'd reacted--or rather, overreacted, maybe--that way, he was being startled too.

"I'm--I'm sorry," he managed, stuttering, with his easygoing demeanor, and slightly bowed his head to me.

And, "Hahaha," some other one of them got to laugh, taking a step to me, "Don't mind him, kid, he's just got his tendency to do that, (our comrade is quite tactile, yeah), ahem, forgive us if we surprised you."

They were a group of five. Five humans. Three males and two females. Looking at them, they looked at me, too.

Two of them were right before me. The three others were a bit behind them, just sort of waiting for something.

"It's fine," I simply said.

But, err, as his friend came by his side, facing me, he placed one of his sturdy hands on top of the easygoing one's head, "We're sorry, kid."

Bowing both his own head and his Easygoing's in front of me in this apologetic mood, "Now, now, that's a proper apology."

After I'd said it was fine, eventually, the sorry human, took his head back up again.

They insisted on their apology, even though I said it was fine. And so, I insisted too.

"I don't like being surprised … I think," continuing this exchange with the right things to say, I just spoke further, "But anyway, I forgive you … if you want to be forgiven, that is … but you … said you were sorry, so I guess, that's, erm, my forgiveness for you?"

I wasn't used to talking to folks.

Hopefully, I wasn't being too awkward.

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