Pens Down, Swords Up: Throw Your Studies to the Wind Volume 2 [Parts 1 to 5] by Mao Nishiura

Author:Mao Nishiura
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Light Novel, partial, magic, adventure, isekai, reincarnation, academy, fantasy world, magic academy, aristocrats, male protagonist, swords
Publisher: J-Novel Club (generated)

The Cooperative

“You’re inviting me to join your co-op, right? In that case, I’ll be in your care.”

If this was an invitation, that meant these two would be my seniors in the cooperative. To put it frankly, I knew very little about the world of exploring. Reed was too swamped with work to spend much time teaching me anything, so when I’d learned that groups like these existed from Anya, I’d immediately realized the benefit of joining one, and by doing so, acquiring some new sources of knowledge in the other members. If I tried, I knew I could probably find some other Academy students who also worked as explorers, but it would be wasteful to limit my social network to just those who attended the Academy. After all, I didn’t want to miss a single experience in this new world full of magic and other possibilities. So I bowed my head politely to the belligerent duo, who were now staring at me less aggressively and more in dumbfoundment.

“Ah...right, then. You looked like another of them naive brats from some backwater noble family, but you’ve got a lot of nerve, don’t ya, pip-squeak?”

Do I stink of the countryside or something? How do they all know?

“Yes! And you’re right, by the way—third son of a penniless noble, just arrived a few weeks back. So, what do I need to do next?”

“I can’t tell if you’re a bigwig or just an idiot... There’s something wrong with that head of yours,” one of them muttered. “Anyway, you should meet the boss first. Come with us.”

◆◆◆

En route to my meeting with this “boss” of theirs, I found myself in a pleasant conversation with the surprisingly friendly boys.

“So what’s your name, anyway?”

“Oh, right—you can call me Lenn, if it pleases you.” I’d carefully decided on a new fake name after the debacle at Singlord the other day, when I’d told everyone my name was “Pork.”

“We can call you that, eh? Well, I’m sure you’ve got your reasons, and no one in the family is gonna ask too many questions, so don’t worry.”

“That’s a relief, my esteemed superiors.”

“Uh, ‘esteemed superiors’? Were you talking like that before?” one of them said, scratching his head in confusion.

Oops. Guess I got a little carried away.

The boys—Amur and Roy, as I soon found out—led me through the worker’s district on the eastern side of First Street and toward the slums on the other side. Eventually, we came to a halt at a small, dilapidated house on the westernmost edge of the slums. The border between the worker’s district and the slums was immediately visible. The worker’s district was still under the jurisdiction of the capital, so while many of the buildings were a little worse for wear, they were still habitable enough, and the area was enclosed with mud walls and moats to protect the district in case of monster attacks. The slums, on the other hand, were illegal settlements, and they were offered no such protections.

The building we’d stopped at had been haphazardly constructed from wood, and it had a thatched roof.

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