CHAPTER SEVEN

“What!? No, you’re not!” Rolf cried. “Now sit down and finish your drink already so we can take you to your room.”

But Yumi was not listening. She straightened up as best she drunkenly could and clumsily saluted the old merchant.

“Mayumi Dela Torre!” she declared. “At your service!”

“Oh, my,” Severin commented with a chuckle. “I didn't realize you picked up a new partner, Rolf. I thought it would always be just you and Sven but, my, you certainly did picky a lively one.”

“Oh, come on!” Rolf protested. “You know very well she's not--”

“You can leave it to us, shiny-headed merchant!” Yumi declared out loud. She had climbed on to her chair and had placed one boot on the edge of the table. Raising a tankard high in the air, she continued, “Those critters don't stand a chance with us around! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!”

Rolf had tried but no matter what he did or said, he could not dissuade her and Severin was strangely accommodating despite the amount of money that was involved.
And so he found himself and Sven trudging along in the middle of the night smack dab in the middle of blood berry central looking for dire goats with Yumi in tow.
Rolf sighed for the upteenth time but this time shook his head in resignation. Whelp, there was no helping it, he supposed. He will just have to keep a close eye on Yumi and make sure she did not make too much of a mess of things. Or worse, get herself killed doing something reckless again.

By some coincidence, he happened to be present when Yumi went out on her first monster hunt as an apprentice slayer. He was filing some papers at the guild headquarters which was just next door to the Slayer Academy and was asked by one the guild masters if he could fill in for an instructor who had called in sick. Her performance that day left a lot to be desired.

That was not to say that she performed terribly. Oh, no. Far from it. It was because of her that her party managed to bag the biggest monster for their grade level that year, an albino dwarf dragon, a creature that even experienced Axe Slayers would have some difficulty putting down let alone the older students. And to his knowledge that record remained unbroken.

Even back then, Yumi's impressive physical power and talent for mayhem were already making themselves evident. And so was her extraordinary luck.

Indeed, she was a warrior that Rolf would gladly have at his side were it not for that potentially fatal flaw: she had no head whatsoever for strategy and tactics. To boot, she was reckless as hell.

Together with two other instructors, Rolf had accompanied Yumi and her four companions into the third level of the Well of Monsters. Though it was just first time beyond the second level, it was just supposed to be a routine practical exercise for young, aspiring Axe Slayers fresh out of their first year of training. The plan was to let them wet their feet hunting low-level monsters like goblins, giant vermin, and such for the first three days of Creeper's Week before finally heading off to the fourth level.

Yeah, that had been the plan at least. Nobody could have predicted that a monster you would normally encounter in the fifth level would show up on the third level. The albino dwarf dragon was clearly too much apprentice slayers to handle by themselves but it was still a good opportunity for valuable learning experience.

And so it was decided to let them have a go at it with the instructors standing by the sidelines, ready to swoop in at a moment's notice should the need arose. Bringing down an albino dwarf dragon was gonna be a tricky affair to be sure for three people and with the gear they had on hand but they were confident, at least, that they'd be able to keep it at bay long enough for the apprentice slayers to escape.

As expected, it didn't take long for the apprentice slayers to figure out they were well in over their heads and just when they were about to decide how best to effect a retreat, Yumi let out an ear-piercing war cry and, waving her battle axes wildly in the air, she rushed headlong towards the monster.

Yeah. Reckless as hell. Absolutely fearless. That's what she was.

Of course, that was around a couple of years ago. Enough time for one to mellow out a bit and learn a little moderation at least.

Rolf highly doubted it though.