I got lost and found myself in a world where wood is power

"You-know-what"

The ogre pointed at me, his finger tainted in purple, his nails pitch black. My eyes widen from realization, why me? I only have a branch atleast let me go and have pity! And before I knew it I was already clenching my branch, my arboreal tome hovering over my left hand. I assumed a fighting stance I looked so cool yet so foolish to accept the challenge with such weapon. The shortest among us was clearly amused by the scene before him, the mage was also amused. The Noble's eyebrow was raised, he was confused why someone as weak as wielding a branch let alone a peasant assume a fighting stance in front of a special class bloodshot ogre.

The ogre was seemingly, not indifferent. Despite their known nature of having an arrogant demeanor in this world, it was clear that the information about special class monsters having developed intelligence were true. He swinged his mace up to his shoulders. I didn't feel a tinge of boastfulness in this guy. In fact he was actually taking me seriously. And from that day on it made me realize that even monsters took me a lot more seriously than humans themselves. My mouth was at the tiniest bit agape. My expression confused, my assumed stance softened.

Though once I understood this gesture of quickly regained my composure and clenched my branch, grit my teeth and released an emanating determined aura. I cannot let this ogre down, I'll do my best. The ogre noticed my expression, a smirk tugging in the corners of his mouth. When I noticed this expression, it was clear that it sounded like he said "Good." when he saw me unfazed by the reaction among my peers. I dashed ahead, whether I had a branch or not I was eager to win. The growing desire for victory grew in me. Closing the distance between us, I paused, my feet firmly gritting the dirt for traction as I place all the weight to my quads, calves, and especially my feet, I swinged my branch in full force aiming at the ogre's leg.

The branch broke, split into two the noble, mage, and the one who's my age weren't surprised. It was almost like they thought this would happen. But the ogre was indifferent, he quickly went vigilant and quickly dash backwards as he sensed that I was about to stab his leg with my snapped wooden branch. As I grabbed the other half of the branch, crossing my arms together, His eyes widen at the sudden strategy. But the moment my wooden branch were about to stab his purple skin, both branch SNAP! My eyes widen from how sturdy a Special Class Bloodshot Ogre skin was. "What the- it broke?!" the ogre smirked before he swinged his massive mace. I thought i had lost hope at that time. I thought my life was over, that it was my end. 

"ROOT PRISON!" my eyes widen once again at the scene of the noble actually taking the time to open his arboreal tome to help a peasant out! The ogre's hands and mace were trapped trapped in a series of annoying roots rendering his ability to fight useless. "URGH! Roots?!" the ogre says in a tone mixed of annoyance and a tinge of admiration. The roots began to connect with the ogre's mace. After all weapons in this world are made out of wood. I quickly dashed backwards to try and recover. The female mage quickly made her way to me "Are you alright? I am a mage so ill be able to use healing magic." the female mage says genuinely concerned. "I am fine, i got scraped a little bi-" "Bloom!" before i could even finish my reassuring sentence, it seemed that this girl was the most overprotective among us. She did not waste time after i have spoken about my slight injury. "You didn't have to..." i say in a tone mixed with amusement and gratitude. "No! It is my duty to heal the weak!" what the- weak?! Did she just call me weak!? I don't even know what to say anymore this girl is confusing. I can't quite wrap my head about it, am i supposed to be in gratitude or should i be pissed that this girl just bluntly called me weak?!

I sighed in "I give up" before continuing "Hehe you're quite the determined one.." I say before turning my head towards the noble who is currently going toe to toe with the ogre. Indeed the information about nobles having remarkable powers were a fact. "Thanks dude." I say in a tone filled with genuine gratitude. "Hmph. I simply did not want to see another head bashed." His tone calm and collected to protect his tough exterior. Though underneath this persona he was clearly blushing at the fact that he actually got to help and got thanks for it. With him caught off guard slightly by the sudden gratitude of mines the ogre took the chance to sweep. The boy who was the shortest among us rushed into action. As he swings his massive wooden blade twice the size of him, he manages to slash the 5 fingers of the ogre disabling the sweep.