Name: Yuna
Age: 15 years old
Level: 13
Skills: Fantasy World Language, Fantasy World Literacy, Bear Extradimensional Storage, Bear Identification, Bear Detection
Magic: Bear Light, Bear Physical Enhancement, Bear Fire Magic, Bear Water Magic, Bear Wind Magic, Bear Earth Magic
GEAR
Right Hand: Black Bear Glove (Nontransferable)
Left Hand: White Bear Glove (Nontransferable)
Right Foot: Black Bear Shoe (Nontransferable)
Left Foot: White Bear Shoe (Nontransferable)
Clothing: Black and White Bear Clothes (Nontransferable)
Underwear: Bear Underwear (Nontransferable)
I’d gotten a new skill.
Bear Detection
Using the wild abilities of bears, can detect monsters or people.
It was a weird skill for a bear to have—it seemed like a better fit for a thief—but it would be a lot easier to find monsters with this.
Chapter 12:
The Bear Gets Involved
at the Guild Again
THE NEXT DAY, I headed to the guild early in the morning to pick up some quests, hoping for first pick of the good gigs. I was hoping something that involved slaying things, so I could get in some magic practice… preferably not slaying wolves, though.
While I was taking in the sights of the town on my stroll to the guild, I heard a voice from behind me.
“Yuna, good morning.”
“Good morning, Fina. Are you going to the guild today?”
“Yes, I am. Are you?”
“Well, I was thinking I’d get a little work in.”
“You were? Please be careful not to get hurt.”
“I hope you have work to do too, Fina.”
“Me too.”
Fina smiled as she reached out to take my hand (or rather my bear). I didn’t brush her off but gripped her hand back. The smile on her face grew even bigger.
I’d never had siblings, but I might have always wanted a little sister like this.
I talked to Fina as we walked, until we caught sight of the guild. “Well then,” she said, “I’m going to go ask.”
“Hope it goes well.”
I sent Fina off and hit up the guild. There was a crowd of people in front of the board. Maybe I was a little late. One of the assembled people noticed me, then two, then even more, but none of them said anything to me. But just as I thought that—
“Was it you? You the girl who beat up Deboranay?”
He was probably three or four years older than me.
“Deboranay? Who’s that?” I tilted my head. I didn’t recall the name.
“It had to be you. You’re wearing bear clothes, and you’ve got bear gloves on, and bear shoes on your feet. He said it was a girl in ridiculous clothes.”
It was true that if you searched the whole world, I was probably the only one you’d find wearing clothes like these. If there were others, I would have wanted to witness it myself.
“I don’t know who this Deboranay person is, but I think that girl in the bear outfit is probably me.”
“Thanks to you, Mr. Deboranay got hurt and can’t work.”
“Is he the guy who picked a fight with me?” That was the best guess I could manage.
“That’s right.”
Oh, I thought. I remember now.
Maybe it was the time to call on the guild master. He promised to handle it if anyone else tried giving me trouble.
“That goblin picked a fight with me; I just accepted. Then he got hurt. That’s all there is to it. I’m not to blame.”
“You calling Mr. Deboranay a goblin?!”
“He hasn’t got any manners, he bluffs that others are weaker than him, and you can’t get through to him with words. He can’t do anything without a bunch of lackies around him. He’s a goblin, no matter how you look at it.”
“Don’t screw with me!” This guy was noisy.
“As far as that incident goes,” I told him, “it all ended with him in the wrong, if I’m not mistaken.”
“There’s no way Mr. Deboranay would lose to a weird girl like you.”
A woman pushed her way between the guy and me. She was slender, blonde, and looked to be in her mid-twenties—a beauty. A giant man with muscles on par with the guild master trailed behind her.
“Lanz, please stop,” she said. “The guild master already explained. He said it wasn’t her fault.”
“But he can’t do quests because of her!”
“You know that doesn’t make it her fault.”
“Gil,” said Lanz to the giant man, “don’t you have anything to say?”
“Deboranay’s at fault,” said the giant.
“What? Even you’re siding with this weird girl?”
“If you listen to the story,” Gil went on, “Deboranay was in the wrong.”
“But she didn’t have to beat him up like that.”
I wondered if he was actually in that bad a condition. I did mess up his face.
“Can’t do anything about it when Deboranay’s the one at fault,” said Gil.
“That’s right,” said the woman. “He was really close to being stripped of his guild card.”
“That’s her fault too, isn’t it?”
“Uhh,” I chimed in, “if you three are going to talk amongst yourselves, can I go?”
“Oh, sorry,” said the woman. “Lanz is mad because we can’t do quests either, since Deboranay got injured.”
“It’s not like that’s my fault.”
“I know that,” said the woman.
“Can’t you just do the quests you can until Deboranay heals?”
“We already accepted it,” said Lanz.
“If we refuse to do it, then it’ll get logged as a failure.”
The failure would be recorded on their guild cards. I could see why they didn’t want that, but I still didn’t need them taking it out on me. “What if you give up the quest?”
“Then we won’t be able rank up as fast,” said Gil.
“It would figure that the first time I hear Yuna’s catching flak from her guildmates, it has to involve you three.” The block of muscles known as the guild master had arrived. Someone from the front desk must have called him.
“Guild master!” the three cried out at once.
“I told you that Yuna wasn’t in the wrong with that whole thing with Deboranay, didn’t I? You reap what you sow. Deboranay picked a fight with her and lost. You should have kept an eye on Deboranay and not left him on his own. You all knew
