Of the four people around me, I must say, I'll probably be out of here in no time. I mean, that purple haired guy literally just pulled off his boot just to shake out the dust in it. The pile is huge to me, but it's probably be no taller than half an inch to these giants.

Here's the part where I explain how I see them, right? Afterall, dust isn't known for having eyes. Good thing too, because now that I'm picturing it in my head...ugh, if I could shiver I would.

Anyway, it's pretty simple really. Here's my basic 'stats', nothing great, but it's there.

Strength: .00000000000000000000000000000001

Agility: .0001

Intelligence: 104

Damage: .0^50 1.

Magic/Damage:208/0.00000034

Short, to the point, and veeeeery small. I mean, for a speck of dust that's extremely good. You should've seen them before the fifteen straight years of grinding. Granted, I could only train my intelligence and I have no spells, but 104 intelligence is still a win since it took years of sifting through info-dump panels and actually building off of old ones to unlock newer pages. More about that later, now for sight.

You see, all dust can see to a certain degree, normally just a few macrometers in any direction so that they can know when to 'latch on' to a surface. This sense, I call it spacial sense, is an ability that plays off of the natural 'sensitivity' of dust. It's kind of like a mix between an ant's little antennae and a bat's echolocation. It's probably linked to intelligence, but definitely linked to mana, as the amount I can see grows as my mana pool does. I'm sure with some digging around I could figure out the exact mechanics, but honestly that's a hassle and the 'humans' are doing something interesting.

One is pulling out rocks from his bag to make a small circle, likely for a fire. Another is busy setting up the framework of a lean-to type tent, having already finished another. Mr. Boot is actually sitting rather close to me, staring out into the tunnel from the way they came, whilst the last of this merry troupe has taken a similar position on the opposite side of the 'camp'.

I know I said they're doing something interesting, but keep in mind that my 'interesting' for the last thirty two years has been at best a joke in the info screens that didn't take me months of research to understand, or a 'Pong' level videogame with shields and fireballs instead of lines and dots.

Anyway! Back to the interesting stuff. Stone guy, who from now on shall be called Stachy due to the tuft of liphair he's been chewing on, seems to be setting up not just a fire, but a small cooking spit as well. Upon realizing this, a small part of me aches to be able to eat again, but like so many times before I push the thought away and focus on something else. (The first few years here were baaaad with the humanistic cravings.)

The rocks aren't all the same size or shape, but they're close enough. Next, Stachy takes out a few iron rods and uses a small hammer to work two of them into the ground at just the right angle that he can bend them a little and tie the two rods together with what looks to be leather twine. Could be wrong, I'm just observing.

After repeating the process on the opposite side of the fire he pulls a last, slightly thicker rod from his bag (which likely has enchantments since it's size is no larger than a soccer-dad fannypack) and works it between the bindings of the first two sets of rods, careful to make sure it rests in the 'nests' made by crossing the origional two rods.

Man, I'm kinda not feeling the whole describe-a-menial-task-in-depth kind of thing, but when this is the first menial task I've seen in decades, mmmmmeh, sure.

Now then, where was I...oh, right!

Stachy has pulled a metal pot the size of his head (might I mention that he's the largest person here, with a hand the size of Mr. Boot's entire face) and is using a primitive latch to hang the pot from the cooking spit. Next, something that kind of surprised me, the big man actually started drawing in the dust of the cave's floor with his finger.

I'm not one to judge for immaturity...usually...but with everyone else doing some kind of job to get ready for camp, you think he wouldn't waste time to-WHOAAAA THAT'S SO COOOOOOOL.

Alright, probably should've seen that coming, but apparently Stachy was drawing runes in the dirt. Y'know, special patterns, magic lines, yada yada. Let's face it, if you read light novels then you probably know what a rune is.

It was actually rather interesting, with the way I'm perceiving the world right now, I actually got a pretty good look at what he was doing. In some isekai (I'd like to mention that having to say Japanese things to describe the reality I'm in is both cool and embarrasing.) novels I'd probably get to learn how to no-chant-insta-cast the spell right away. Huh? Huuuuh?

....Yeah it seems like my not-so-subtle hint to the (doubtless physical and crazy) gods of this universe didn't pan out. Oh well, what can a dust do?

Honestly, watching all of this humdrum is getting kind of boring. I'm going to hold off on my note taking for now and pick back up if anyone does something fun.

Hey...if I ever get the chance, maybe I'll become a reporter...nah.