Imagination Is My Weapon(Rising of the Shield Hero Fanfic)

Chapter 16: Imagination and the Spear

Mirai Iwatani Level: 39.5

Kenta Level: 40

"You're amazing Erhard!" I exclaim as I look over my new and improved gear.

"How do you feel?" He asks with a smile.

"As light as a feather, it's like I don't have any armour at all," I face him, "Teach me your ways," he laughs.

"I'm afraid even if I did you wouldn't be able to pull it off," he responds, my heads drops as my lip juts out.

"Boo," I sigh.

"What did I tell ya. I told you he could do it," Kenta says.

"You don't get to be so prideful you didn't do a single thing,"

"Wrong. I told you to trust his work and ta-da!" He smirks.

"Whatever you have to say," I reach into my hip pouch, "How much do I owe you?"

"3 silver pieces and 3 gold," he replies.

"You're not serious are you?" I question, "That's so cheap, I won't accept that price," I thrust my hand into the pouches depths, "Here 12 gold, 1 silver, and 3 copper," I place my money into his hand.

"Alright we'll be off now," I step back and bow in thanks before he could argue.

"Motoyasu told us to meet him at Devil's Tavern," I comment as Kenta and I walk through town, my senses on high alert. It's been nearly a week since Naofumi left and yet there's still no video about us "kidnapping" Melty. Which I find to be just a bit odd. I mean thinking about it; any other time Naofumi has demonstrated his worth or tried to prove the blind bats wrong his actions were broadcasted for all to mock. Yet, there's been nothing of the sort.

"I don't like this,"

"Teaming up with the Spear?" Kenta questions, I wave aside his inquiry.

"You're not wrong, but that's not it. Don't you find it strange that the video that the knights set up hasn't been released yet?"

"If it were me I'd be editing/tweaking the video to make my target that much more of a bad dude," Kenta comments.

"Not reassuring," I reply.

"Are you surprised?"

"Well, no but-"

"But nothing the King has a grudge against your brother. So there's the answer to your question right there,"

"I feel sick," I comment, leaning forward allowing myself to become a doll.

"Welp time to quit, pack your bags, and call it a day,"

"Hell no," I straighten, "I can't just abandon you or this world. I'm only sick because the word k-" I gag and take a moment to settle my stomach, "king leaves a nasty taste in my mouth. Especially if used to describe Melromarc's garbage man,"

"Besides, whether you admit it or not, you'd miss me, Ken," I smile as I return my attention forwards, "Destination reached," I strut towards the tavern doors and take a deep breath, "Here we go," I reach my hand before me feeling the cold chestnut as I push myself through the doors.

"Kenta, keep an eye out for a blonde playboy," my gaze circles the room, and I find Motoyasu sitting by the window talking with a viper.

"There he is. Come on let's get this over with," no response, "Ken?" I glance over my shoulder to find that he wasn't there, "Where'd he go?" I open the tavern doors and see him standing by his lonesome with a concentrated expression.