Third Outer World Story Series: Pumpkin Sorcerer - Chapter 43

Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter

[[[Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine to have a drink?]]]

Before Pumpkin’s eyes, three whole roasted Clawing Boars were being prepared, while the surrounding men of Maunpir Village and the adventurers of Kunukihappy were placing their arms around each other, dancing and singing with a glass of sake in one hand.

[[[Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine to even sing a song?]]]

Incidentally, the Clawing Boars that were being roasted right now were brought to Maunpir Village from Lean Forest by Pumpkin’s scent, and after sending them flying with [Gust Blow], he ended their lives by beheading them with his magic-enhanced vines.

[[[Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine to even dance and laugh?]]]

Needless to say, the blood was already removed from the animal by sucking its blood on the spot, and since seasoned adventurers such as Yossack, a hunter who resided in this village, and Crave performed the dismantling, the fur and other parts were very neatly removed.

Well, what can I say?

[[[Drinking and making noise? A feast is all about the enjoyment it brings?]]]

And to speak the truth, that is not important.

The issue I should be concerned with right now is this.

“…”

“…”

The peasant old man who was sitting a short distance away from Pumpkin… Tangosack and his eyes locked onto each other.

And the atmosphere was starting to get tense and sour.

This is the main problem right now. It is this extremely unpleasant atmosphere with Tangosack.

“Hmph…”

“Tsk…”

Well, even for me, I would much prefer to be on good terms with someone rather than on the bad side.

But since the other side showed no interest in coming to terms with Pumpkin… he didn’t have anything to say either. 

Though he is the nurturer who raised me in this body, for one thing.

“Can I say something?”

“What?”

And this was when Tangosack approached Pumpkin, occupied a seat near him and began to converse with him, to which Pumpkin responded, albeit in a somewhat combative manner.

“How did you come to possess the pumpkin I grew?”

“As if I would know. Why don’t you ask God about that? Though I suppose the God of Creation or the God of Destruction has no jurisdiction over such matters.”

“You talk as if you were aware of all the other Gods…”

“Who knows…”

[[[Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine? Isn’t it fine to even laugh and cry?]]]

Pumpkin’s eyes were glued to Tangosack’s.

His eyes were awash with all kinds of speculation.

Ah, how shall I put it…

“Sigh, I guess there’s no point in worrying about it.”

“I totally agree.”

Both of them stood up simultaneously.

Tangosack then lightly rotated his shoulders and began jerking his neck, while Pumpkin loosened and tightened the vines that formed a humanoid shape several times.

“Let me demonstrate the power of this body I’ve trained through farming.”

“Hmph. I’ll go easy on you.”

He and Tangosack equally assumed a combat stance.

[[[Oh! Ooh! Whoa!!]]]

“Gahahahaha, this is getting goog. I’ll be the judge!”

While they were getting ready, those who were singing around surrounded them, and Crave, red-faced and intoxicated, came out from inside the crowd and lifted his hands in the air.

“The stage is set for a good time…”

“I guess so…”

“Hey! Both of you are prepared, right! Alright then…”

“Fai!!”

[[Hey!!…!?]]

And the moment Crave sounded the bell for the fight, Pumpkin and Tangosack both landed straight right punch at each other, and both of them ended up a straight right punch in cross-counter style.

“You!”

“Don’t you underestimate me!”

After a straight right punch from both sides, Tangosack and Pumpkin once distance themselves from each other. Although neither of them knew who made the first move, they started to strike one another in the abdomen and face with their fists, which were no longer reinforced by magic power.

There was no vanity or tactfulness, but rather the willpower and guts of the two men. It was like a father-son relationship where they could only express their feelings for each other in such a way.

Even though we are not linked by blood and I have no recollection of being raised by him, if I had to classify my connection with Tangosack, I would say that we are father and son no matter how I look at it.

“Take thissssss!!”

“You little prickkkk!!”

As the end of the fight was in sight, Tangosack and Pumpkin simultaneously went into a head-butt motion, followed by a resounding crash that rippled throughout the area…

“Ugh…”

“Argh…”

“This is?!!”

At the same time, they collapsed to the ground.

“Knockdown for both sides!!”

[[[???????????????]]]

From all around Pumpkin, the village folks were shouting or cheering or something he couldn’t quite make out.

Seriously, they don’t care about people at all… making a racket at will…

“Come on, come on, who’s next!”

As Crave rallied the others, Tangosack and Pumpkin were dragged by the villagers and propped up against the wall of a private house.

Once they were standing up, Tangosack spoke up.

“Speaking of which, my baby will be born in a month…”

“So what about it?…”

“I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl. Looking at it from your perspective, you would be like having a brother or sister. That’s why…”

“…”

He turned to face Tangosack.

That was the face that reminded Pumpkin of what a father should look like, even if he couldn’t recall his father’s features from his former life.

If he gave me a face like this…

“Just drop by once in a while and show your face as a brother.”

“I get it, as*hole of a father.”

I’ll have to go meet the baby.

“Who are you calling an as*hole? You little pumpkin.”

“Ouch!?”

Ah, he hit me again!

Well, forget it, this is another one of those good times.

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T/N:

I think I will change Creator God to God of Creation after all. I just realized the Gods I named followed the style of God of (Title) like God of Calamity and God of Destruction.