Benedict found himself in a rather nostlagtic scene.

"Mummy! Brother is acting wierd again!" he saw a little girl, or more accurately, a little Mitsuha running towards her mother.

The little girl proceeded to hug the legs of the one she called her mother, as she carefully peaked at her brother who was some distance away.

He followed her field of view as well, as he saw a young Dominic holding a potato in his hands.

"BEHOLD! This is the mighty food of life! Hail the lord and saviour potato! Praise!" Uttering nonsense, was his younger brother.

"Dominic! Stop that!" the mother began to chide.

Benedict noticed himself stroking a little bunny that was cradled in his arms.

"Looks like the little guy is all healed up dear." his mother talked to him.

"Its time for you to let him go" with gentle words, the mother was attempting to convince him to release the bunny he picked up near a forest.

He rememberd finding it injured, with both legs bleeding , and proceeded to bring it home and nurse it. For a few years or so. Hence his strange attatchment towards the bunny in his arms.

He looked at himself shaking his head, before in the end, reluctantly going along with his mother and sister to the forest nearby to release it.

Their little village resided in the corner of a forest, with one side facing the river, as well as the forest behind the small little hill in the village.

Their house, was located the closest to the forest. at a side of that small little hill.

He knew he couldn't keep it after all, the bunny also had its own home to return to.

As he bid farewell, he saw the bunny turn around for a brief momment, before it reluctantly left as well.

He saw himself cry. And to that he could only give a wry smile at the innocence he expressed in the past.

His head started to hurt at that momment, and the vision blured.

He found himself trapped inside some sort of debris, helping his little sister stay awake. It was then when he found out of his ability to generate electricity.

It was rather hopeless, there was nothing he could do, other than to pray to whatever higher beings that would take pity on them.

And then, the shaking stopped.

The debris almost collapsed onto them, only inches away fro the top of their heads.

He noticed the remains of the house which was what had collapsed, was replaced by a clear blue sky, as his foolish little brother stretched his hands out towards them.

"Where's mom?" he asked.

To which, the only reply he recieved, was to be presented with the right arm of the women who held him dearly. That was all that remained. A torn off arm that still had its blood dripping from its decapitated end.

Benedict woke up.

The skies were once again, re-painted in the brilliant hull of blue. A certain bunch of adventurers awoke from their slumber.

"Ugh..my head.." groaned a certain magic swordsman.

They had spent the day following after Dominic, while simutaneously getting attacked by the strongest of monsters in the areas they were in. Perhaps it was nothing short of a miracle that they were still alive now.

The contracter appeared to be some sort of monster as well. Having unsatisable amounts of stamina, causing them to have no choice but to struggle along just to catch up.

"Maybe we should just leave him..." the magic swordsman groaned internally.

"But we need the money..." he thought again.

Even though the contracter appeared to be some sort of poor ordinary man, his instincts told him that this was a chance he could not pass up.

"Hey! I'm tired~ Kitzuma carry me!" complained a certain violet haired archpriest who went by the name of Perlin.

"Your stats are higher than mine!" the male adventurer retorted.

Apparently, archpriests are able to take on almost every role in the party. Hence their ridiculously high stats being part of the requirement for one to aquire that class.

"I can't..." collapsed a certain fire mage who had a male name.

Kitzuma reluctantly went to sling the new luggage over his shoulders.

"That's not the way to treat women" the magic swordsman chided. Only to be retorted back by the somewhat disgusted look of Kitzuma, Dominic , Perlin and the guild member.

"What? Did I say something wierd?" the overly self concious magic swordsman flinched.

No one bothered to reply, as they continued to follow the compass magic tool thing.

"Stop right there!" a voice called out to them.

There were a few people surrounding them with masks covering their faces.

"What are these people?" Dominic asked the guild member next to him. Most people can't comprehend what goes on in thoese minds to live such a useless lifestyle..." he replied.

"Don't call us mobs!" one of them retorted.

"You aren't denying the useless lifestyle part?" Dominic retorted mentally.

The bandits began to throw nets at them.

"BIND!" some shouted.

Apparently throwing nets had a skill for it as well? Dominic noticed some blue aura covering the nets or ropes.

"Lay down your lifes and we'll make it painless." the bandits shouted.

Dominic doubted that they wanted to kill them. After all, they would have shot arrows or something if they were to attempt to take their lives.

The magic swordsman charged in with the crusader as the vanguards, as the mage casted lightning spells around.

The archpriest was restrained by the male adventurer, stopping her from casting buffs, and the fire mage set the forest along with the bandits ablaze, before collapsing on the ground. They quickly doused themselves in water, and the damage was pretty much neglected. The fire in the forest was put out as well, as it appeared that the water mages the bandits had decided to do so.

Dominic watched. The guild member had hidden himself under the shade of a tree nearby.

In short, other than the 3 who were desprately fighting with their lives on the lines, the others were merely messing around.

"Heh, you're tough. What's your name?" a bandit asked as he clashed swords with the magic swordsman.

"Johnathan" the magic swordsman replied.

The sword was swung, and clashing sounds could be heard all over the place. With overwhelming strength, the magic swordsman pinned the bandit agaisnt the ground. However, he tried to hit him with the hilt of his sword instead of downright slicing off the head. This major error resulted in the bandit, aided by his firends, managing to tie him up with the [bind] skill.

The crusader was collapsed on, and brought down as well.

Needless to say the three idiots were...

Running around the forest being chased by some gigantic wild boar they had attracted somehow.

They ran towards the bandits screaming for help.

"No wait don't come here! Stop!" the bandits screams for help could be heard, as the boar knocked out the bandits as well.

Suprisingly, the guild member shot out ropes from his uniform, and hooked the 3 out to safety.

"i won't eat pigs anymore... forgive me!" the archpriest muttered as she was flung to safety by the ropes.

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After the ordeal, the bandits(unconscious or dead) were tied up and taken away by the group.

Halfway through, they ran into a group of knights going back to the nearby kingdom, and handed over the bandits. Sadly, the kingdom wasn't on the way to the sea of Galiol.

"There's a town near here that caters to newbie adventurers. Its the first pitstop for most adventurers making their first long distance adventure..... though I never heard of encountering so many high rank monsters in a beginer friendly zone..." the guild member announced. Though his last sentence was muttered under his breath.

"ITS A TOWN!"

"BEDDDD!"

"YOU TWO COME BACK HERE!"

The 3 idiots immediately ran.