ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 223: Unseen Power, Untamed ( )

Hazuki grimaced, sticking out his tongue slightly.

"I don’t want to eat lemon bun again... urgh!"

He shoved the half-eaten sour atrocity aside like it had personally insulted his ancestors.

Still mumbling, his gaze drifted back toward the tray, scanning the remaining buns—untouched and waiting.

Ridan hovered nearby, his misty form wobbling slightly from trauma.

He sniffled. ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Ughhh... that lemon bun attacked my soul..."

Then, his eyes lit up.

"Ooh—this one looks nice!"

The little spirit reached deliberately for a soft, golden bun filled with creamy custard and topped with a shiny glaze, shimmering like a holy relic under the morning light.

Just as Ridan’s misty hand was about to touch it—

Swoosh.

"Mine."

Hazuki snatched the bun mid-hover, holding it triumphantly in one hand.

Then, he bit into it right in front of Ridan’s floating face.

Chomp.

"Mmmmmm~," he moaned exaggeratedly, eyes fluttering. "So soft... so sweet... ahhh, what a perfect bun..."

Ridan stared in shock, mouth open in betrayal.

"You—!"

Hazuki smirked, still chewing on the bun.

"Should’ve reached faster."

Everyone around the bakery stall stared in disbelief.

Hazuki, the black-haired human and possible monster-slayer, was laughing wildly as he snatched a bun from midair and devoured it like a mischievous child stealing treats.

His mouth was full, cheeks puffed out, smirking happily between bites.

One beastkin leaned toward another and whispered,

"...What’s wrong with that human?"

The other shrugged.

"Dunno. They say he’s always like this."

"Oh..."

Back at the table, Hazuki was brushing crumbs from his lap when he suddenly shot his hand into the air.

"OWNER!!"

The baker, startled, jolted in surprise.

"Y-Yes?!"

Hazuki pointed at the tray with dramatic flair.

"I want to buy more buns! Packed! And only the sweet ones! No more lemon!"

He shuddered just thinking about that sour nightmare.

"Give me... sixteen pieces!"

The owner blinked in shock.

"Si—sixteen!?"

"Yes." Hazuki nodded seriously. Then, he reached into his pocket and slapped down two silver coins on the counter.

"Here’s the payment."

She stared at the coins, then back at him.

"...You’re serious?"

Hazuki wiped his mouth, fixing the baker with a steady, commanding stare.

"Of course," he said calmly but firmly.

"Now pack it. While I’m still enjoying this bun."

The owner hurriedly gathered paper, wrapping, and tying up the buns as quick as she could.

Back at the table, Ridan perched on the edge like a hungry cat, happily gnawing on a half-devoured custard bun, cheeks puffed with jam.

He looked up mid-chew.

"What’s with all the bun hoarding today?" he asked, licking a smear of jam off his misty finger.

Hazuki leaned back, stretching slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into a half-smile of contentment.

"Hmm? Oh. For the kids."

Ridan hesitated, then blinked slowly, not saying anything else.

He just took another bite, quietly, still enjoying the feast.

Once the buns were packed into a neat bundle, tied with string, Hazuki slung it over his shoulder like a prize.

He yawned, stretched, and began strolling out of the stall—belly full, mood light, ignoring the chaos of the world.

Then—

"Ah! Mister Hazuki!!"

Hazuki paused and looked over his shoulder.

"Huh? Who?"

Ridan floated up beside him, arms crossed.

"It’s the guild receptionist. The nervous one who handles the request board."

"Oh..." Hazuki said flatly, then shrugged and kept walking.

"Please wait!!" she called again, rushing toward him.

Hazuki smirked.

His steps quickened.

Faster.

Faster still.

Before long, he was running—with the bundle bouncing behind him—shouting, "Ahahaha!! Catch me if you can!!"

The receptionist blinked in confusion, footsteps skidding.

"W-Why are you running!?"

"Because I don’t like paperwork!!" Hazuki shouted without looking back.

Ridan sighed in mid-air, floating behind him like a resigned balloon.

"Again with this..."

The busy stone street echoed with Hazuki’s laughter as he dashed past the guards, buns bouncing on his back and arms swinging freely in a carefree rhythm.

"Ahahahaha!! Too slow!!" he shouted, turning briefly to stick out his tongue before pushing himself even harder.

The guards, accustomed to his antics, simply exchanged amused glances.

One of them blinked slowly, watching him spin into the distance.

The other sighed, shifting his spear with a resigned look.

"...He’s at it again," he muttered.

Moments later, the guild receptionist caught up, panting and visibly worn out.

"Wait! Please—Mister Hazuki! This is official guild business!!" she called desperately.

The two guards pointed down the road with a knowing look.

"He’s already gone," one said.

The other nodded.

"Better luck next time."

The guild receptionist leaned forward, hands on her knees, panting to catch her breath.

"C-Can I ask... where he went?" she gasped, glancing up at the guards.

"Is he... leaving town?"

One of the guards scratched his cheek, eyeing the dust trail Hazuki’s sprint had left behind.

"Err... judging by the thing he was carrying..."

The other guard nodded.

"Probably heading to the orphanage. Again."

The receptionist blinked, surprised.

"...He’s not taking a request or anything?"

They both shrugged in unison.

One of them added with a shrug,

"He kind of... just does things."

The guard leaned his spear against his shoulder, watching the fading dust trail where Hazuki had vanished.

"We didn’t even flinch when he started talking to the air again," he said with a tired smile.

"It’s just how he is."

The other guard nodded, arms crossed casually.

"At least he’s the one who helped clean up the monsters last night."

The receptionist finally straightened up, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow.

"Y-Yeah... that’s why..."

She hesitated, then took a deep breath, adjusting her slightly crooked name tag.

"That’s why Deputy Guild Master Gikan wants to meet him."

The two guards exchanged a glance, a mixture of amusement and resignation.

One of them whistled softly.

"Good luck with that."

"Is that for real?" the receptionist asked, catching her breath.

He nodded. "Yeah. If your Deputy Guild Master and Guild Master tried to persuade him to rank up... and he still refused?"

The receptionist stiffened.

"H-How do you know that?"

The other guard shrugged.

"Everyone in the upper town’s been whispering about it. You really think something like that wouldn’t get around?"

His partner added with a grin,

"He’s already stronger than most Rank B adventurers, but still have newbie rank right?"

The first guard leaned in slightly.

"Let me guess... he said it was a pain in the ass, right?"

The receptionist went silent.

Her expression said everything.

"...I’m going to cry," she mumbled.

( End Of Chapter )

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