Chapter 72: Hidden Potential
"I really hate this...I get that we have to do it and all, but honestly, fighting Knights and Inquisitors is a lot easier than this," Sighed Ravella despondently, as she picked up a bird she’d killed with her whip.
"I have to agree, I always feel really bad whenever I kill an animal...especially when they’re just minding their own business. But it wouldn’t be fair to only have the others go hunt whenever we need to restock on food, so I force myself to suck it up and get through it. By the way, you didn’t have to come with me, you know...today’s your birthday, after all, no one would’ve complained if you’d asked for a day off," Replied Celia, as Ravella put the bird away in her Storage Ring.
"No, it’s fine...Raven and I never celebrated any of our birthdays, we were way too broke for that. Birthdays were just like ’oh, cool, we’re a year older now’, nothing more. We’ve never had a party or anything like that, just the idea of that felt like a luxury that was way beyond our means."
"I see...last year, we totally missed Raven’s birthday, since he never told us when it was, we only found out later. We felt bad that we didn’t do anything to celebrate it, but he was indifferent to it and just shrugged it off. And now I get why. Hm...alright, after the Undead King is dealt with, let’s hold a big, belated birthday party for you two," Suggested Celia with a smile.
"You really don’t have to...but I suppose a party does sound like fun, I’ve never been a part of one before," Replied Ravella with a look of interest.
"It’s kinda heartbreaking how casually you said that..."
A couple of days had passed since their training atop the Pearl Mountains, it was the 2nd of December, 1918, and having wrapped up their training, The Irregulars returned to the hideout this morning. And since their food supplies were about to run out, particularly their stock of meat, Celia and Ravella went out to hunt.
All the chores were shared among The Irregulars in turns, they kept rotating so that no one was stuck doing any particular chore indefinitely, including hunting and gathering food.
"I think that should be enough meat, right? Should we move on to gathering fruits and stuff?" Inquired Ravella, as she picked a couple of feathers off the tip of her whip.