《The Stupid God who tries to get better》chapter 9
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“They are recovering?” I asked with disappointment apparent in my voice.
“Yes, it can’t be helped. They have a training session every other day, it helps them get stronger. While some do get injured, its just a matter of time before they recover.”
I was disappointed because I couldn’t come into contact with them immediately but there are still things that can be done by that time.
“Let’s go to the search orb.” I said.
“Sure…. But it’ll quite a lot of time to walk till there.”
“Then give me a tour of the place till we arrive, after all I have never been here before.” When I was a god I had a lot of work to do (not). So, I didn’t really have the luxury to be visiting places. The demigod palace was a unique place so I was quite curious about it since I had never been here.
“Follow me. This is the medicinal center where people are taken to if they are injured. You must be quite familiar with the place since you were medicated here.”
He started walking down the road while his hands were behind his back.
“If we keep walking towards your back, my office arrives. Since there is nothing to see there I won’t show it to you. The demigod paradise also ends with my office. My office is the center of the palace and the medical facility is closest to it.”
After walking for some time, we arrived arrived at a similar place to the medicinal facility.
“This place is the cabin. Its where those demigods stay. It’s similar to the medicinal facility but its different from the inside.”
We kept on walking again till we reached a open space.
“This place is like an assembly center, also the dining hall. Left to this place is the equipment area and forging space. Right to here are the training grounds. Do you want go there or should we continue onward?”
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As Brook asked me I thought of something.
“Yes! That’s it! I should be able to do at least this much!”
I shouted as I ran toward my right without minding Brook. I ran for some time before arriving at the training grounds.
“HUFF! PUFF! HUFF! PUFF!”
What the fuck?! I couldn’t even run 400 meters properly, I got tired after 50 meters! 50! That damned old man of mine! What the fuck is up with this body? I could take a run around the world without breathing roughly! Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse-
“You sure are unlucky to get stuck in such a weak body.”
Brook looked at me with pity in his eyes.
“Fuck off” I said while still breathing heavily.
Anyway! Time to do what I came to do!
I looked around the training grounds before looking at the archery space. It was still about 11:00 so many demigods were practicing. They shot arrows as fast as bullets and the sword training was very intense. It looked like if your attention was taken away for a moment your head would be chopped off.
I walked to the archery space to try archery.
“Benza, I advise you not to try out archery. I know why you are trying it out but….”
“I am the god of archery! How can I not know some of it! I used it to shoot at that evil dragon’s eye! Even if my divine powers went away I should still know archery!
I cut Brook off before he could finish and took a bow from the stand. All the demigods were watching me while I shouted. They looked at me like I was a lunatic. Hahahaha! I will show you all!
“UGH!”
It took me quite some effort to hold the bow properly. Brook looked at me weirdly as I tried to bring an arrow to the bow.
“Hahaha! Its just because my body got weaker. Watch how I perfectly hit at the center!”
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I finally got into proper position and pulled on the bowstring with the arrow.
Piiiing~
I smiled confidently while the arrow shot towards the target. I imagined how the arrow would be impaled at the center of the target but dreams always get crushed by reality. The arrow travelled only halfway before it struck the ground.
“I-it cannot be….”
I took another arrow and shot it again. Failed again. I kept on shooting until I came back to reality with a Grrr~. My stomach growling that is. I noticed that the people around me kept calling me a ‘determined failure’. I didn’t bother about that but I was in my own thoughts. Me? The god of archery can’t shoot? My head felt blank.
“I warned you.” Said Brook with an indifferent expression.
I kept on staring towards the sky while shouting at my father in my head.
Wait! I know!
“It must be taking time for me to get used to my new body! Yes, that’s it! After some days I should be alright!”
Brook looked at me with pity in his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that! At the start I was shooting only till the middle but it slowly got farther and farther.” I kept trying to console myself before my stomach sent its command again. Grrrr~
I kept my hand at my stomach. “What is this?”
Brook looked at me before explaining “it’s how humans express hunger.”
“So that’s why I felt hunger!” Gods don’t feel hungry usually and we only eat when its necessary or when there is good food.
Just as I had discovered something about the human body, I noticed that the sky had already darkened. I was so engrossed in trying out archery that I didn’t even notice the track of time.
“it’s already dark?” I asked with a shocked expression.
“yes, let’s go to the search orb. We’ll head to the dining hall after that”. Brook started leaving the training grounds after that.
I kept the bow on the rack and ran after him to catch up. Some time later we went back to the headmaster’s office and walked to the corner of the office walls.
“what are you doing?” I asked curiously when we were at office.
“You’ll see.” Brook replied mysteriously before pressing a button on the wall. As soon as he pressed it the tiles below moved to the side and opened a pathway of stairs downwards.
“Woah. You got some good technology here.” I replied as I was surprised with how the passageway opened.
“It’s actually fingerprint… I’ll be back stay here for some time.” He replied and walked into the passageway. Before I had time to respond the passageway closed and the tiles covered the stairs.
“Fuck!” I responded too late, I tried opening it by pressing the button but it didn’t open. While I was trying all the ways I could to enter someone came inside. He looked like a butler but was young and looked like a capable subordinate.
“who are you?” I asked while still pressing the button.
“Esteemed guest I am sir Brook’s assistant. Also ….. other than sir Brook no one can enter the passageway without permission.” He bowed slightly and responded to me while looking a little troubled.
“Hmph, I’ll give up then. Oh yeah! What’s a fingerprint?” I asked him a little confusedly. Brook had mentioned something about a finger print but I didn’t know what it was.
“Ummm….” As he was thinking how to answer me the tiles suddenly opened up again and Brook walked out.
“I found out where the witch is”.
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