“What are you doing?” Ara-kun asks me in an act of curiosity. “Just a dick measure-contest,” – Kenta needs to fight on other fronts now?
“…I never considered that. … You won, Momo,” the alfr accepts readily, – Ara’ainn makes a life-changing decision.
“Here we are,” I hear Ara-san proclaim to the rest of the party. – We return to the farmstead that nursed Kenta.
Mirianne feels frustrated. She couldn’t put the finger on it, but that Rine-girl was bad news. She wanted her to go, wanted to beat her, but it’s like she’s a whole other lifeform. – The feeble feelings of a quite normal teenage girl, especially compared to whatever we may call our main characters.
“BARBARIANS!” One of the bystanders shouts out. – The conflict is set.
“I had some conversations with Katarine-san and Grekkun, as you wanted a way to measure someone’s power, and therefore made a tier-list.” – Finally power-scaling explained!
““““““Woooooohooooo!”””””” What is that? A howl? A cheer? Please not a cheer. Shit, they really look like they’re happy to see us, which isn’t exactly a situation I’m used to. – That’s kinda sad, Kenta…
“Lad, you want to learn how to fight barbarians, right? Then let a barbarian teach you!” – Will this become a student/teacher-relationship?
Rine: “No, if we return now, then we did nothing!” Kenta: “I just may have avoided death another time!” – Risk and reward.
“…it comes down to the decision, whether you want to find your own solutions or copy Gottfried-kun.” – Rine has to make a choice how to progress.
“I give up.” – Wait, after all that effort!?