Now, the lady receptionist said the most suitable inn for a newcomer like me is the Honey Bear Inn.

It was located on the west side of this town, which was called Narban Town.

“Hey, you!”

I lifted my blindfold and took out the handbook manual that the receptionist let me borrow.

Weaving my way through the crowd, I started to read it as I walked.

“You, stop ignoring me!”

It was never too early to start studying; I only got one day before the test, after all.

“You! You! YOU!”

The handbook contained knowledge about monsters, plants, and some common sense of adventure if what the lady receptionist said was correct.

Dodging the hand that was about to grab me, I continued walking west.

“Stop ignoring me!”

The plant section is easy, as what Cain taught me already covers most of them.

Jumping to avoid the kick toward my leg, I continue reading.

“Wait!”

The same is also true with the monster section, even though not as much as the plant section. I already know about a third of what this book has.

It seems this book only has some low-tier level of knowledge, which was natural as it was a book of introduction to adventure jobs.

"I said wait!"

Grabbing the fist that came flying toward me from my back, I trip the assailant's leg.

With no leg to stand on, I easily slam the assailant toward some secluded alley.

Letting go of my assailant's hand, I watch him as he falls face first.

“Fuck!”

I sit on his body and close the book.

“So, what do you want?” I asked the assailant that had been bothering me for a while ago.

He was the red-haired boy that interrupted my chat with the lady receptionist.

I thought he was just calling another person, but it seems I was wrong because he went mad and started attacking me.

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“Fuck you!” The red-haired boy, who clearly did not understand what I was saying, continued saying that one line fit all words.

“Fuck you,” I said in reply. If someone did not understand you, then you were not speaking his language, so the best way to do it is to copy what he was saying.

The assailant finally understood me as his face got red; whether it was from anger or embarrassment, I did not know nor did I care.

“How dare you humiliate me, the Mad Wolf of Narban?” The assailant, who called himself sick, shouted in anger.

“Wow, I am sorry.” I got up and looked him in the face. “I did not know you were a sick person.”

But this is strange; if he was a crazy person, then he won’t be calling himself as such.

Everyone knows that every crazy person thinks themselves sane.

Like Doney from my village, he was as crazy as he looked, always walking around naked and shouting in the middle of the night, but he never called himself ‘mad.’

"Huh, what do you mean sick? I am as healthy as I can be."

I looked at him quizzically. "But didn't you say that you were bitten by a mad wolf?" Is the meaning of mad different from what I know, or is it just some town folk slang for something?

"I am not bitten by some mad wolf, you fucker. I meant I am strong like a mad wolf!"

"Ohhh, that's what you mean! I thought you got some new kind of disease."

“Fuck you!” The red-haired boy started to attack me again.

Left punch, right punch, right punch, left, a kick, and finally a straight punch

I dodge them all. It was hard to maneuver in a narrow space, but that's what makes it exciting.

I continue to observe the red-haired boy; he was pretty easy to read, as he only gave me some straightforward attack.

Well, let’s just end this so that I can continue searching for the inn and get some rest.

I attack his body just above his stomach. My fist easily connected, and I got some disturbing news.

“Ouch.”

Wow, that is something else. I feel like I was punching a hard rock.

“Ha ha, how do you like that?” The red-haired boy laughed even though he did not land even a single punch or a kick on me.

“Say that after you get some real hit, buddy!”

If his body is no good, then let’s just hit his face.

I dodge his attacks once more; when I see an opening, I connect my fist to his face.

Bam

“Arrgh”

Even thought it still hurts my fist at least he also felt the pain which is good in my book

Dodging once more, I hear the sound of his fist clearly with my ear.

While it was straightforward without any embellishment, his fist feels heavy, and if it can connect, then even I won’t escape unscathed.

But you know what!

That means that I just need to dodge them all!

Our fight consists of him attacking me furiously and me dodging him by a hair's breadth while occasionally giving him a taste of my fist.

I smile and start to enjoy this fight, and looking at him, it seems he also felt the same.

His angry face replaced with an excited grin

“Hah ha, take this, Mad Wolf Claw!” He shouted some fancy move that doesn't look fancy at all. It was basically just him swinging his fist even harder than his usual punch.

While dodging his Mad Wolf Fang, I moved my body to the side while my fist swung upward, targeting his chin.

Did we start some fancy-sounding move? Then I also have some

Take this move that I inherited from my father.

“Heaven Uppercut”

My fist connected beautifully with his chin as he body lifted for a moment.

I can see his eyes started to turn white, indicating my win in this battle.

But before I can celebrate my win, he suddenly grabs my shoulder while still in the air.

“What! How!”

His dazed eyes, while on the verge of defeat, still held a glimmer of hope.

Before I can remove myself from his clench, he swings his head quickly.

BANG

Our heads collided and made a loud noise.

My consciousness turned blurry, but before it was gone, I saw the red-haired boy smile victoriously while he fell toward the ground.