Double Agent {TRotSH x OC Insert}

Chapter II

The cold night air whispered through the fields as Noriyuki stood in silence, gripping Phobos. The blades hummed faintly as they hovered near his side, his sharp eyes tracking the movement in the shadows ahead. Five Dire Wolves, their red eyes glowing like embers in the dark, stalked closer, circling him.

He shifted his stance, feeling the weight of the moment, his mind as calm and focused as the stillness before dawn. A low growl echoed through the grass as the first wolf charged, its muscles rippling as it closed the distance.

Without a word, Noriyuki flicked his wrist. One of Phobos’ blades darted forward, slicing through the air with lethal precision. The wolf barely had time to react before the steel met its target, sending the beast tumbling lifeless to the ground. Its fall was swift, silent, as if the field itself absorbed the violence.

The remaining wolves hesitated only for a second before two more leapt at him from different angles, trying to catch him off-guard. Noriyuki moved fluidly, almost lazily, as the blades surrounding him rotated with impossible speed, creating a protective barrier of whirling steel. The wolves slammed into the spinning defense, yelping as the blades cut deep into their hides.

He stepped forward, his movements deliberate, as his blades reformed around him, shifting effortlessly between offense and defense. The final two Dire Wolves growled low, sensing their doom but refusing to back down. Noriyuki's cold eyes never left them as he guided two blades through the air, one for each wolf. The steel cut through the night like a whisper, striking both creatures in perfect sync.

The field fell silent once more, save for the soft rustle of grass swaying in the breeze. Noriyuki exhaled slowly, his breath steady, his gaze distant as the last of the wolves crumpled to the earth. The blades of Phobos hovered back to his side, gleaming faintly under the moon's light.

The field fell silent once more, save for the soft rustle of grass swaying in the breeze. Noriyuki exhaled slowly, his breath steady, his gaze distant as the last of the wolves crumpled to the earth. The blades of Phobos hovered back to his side, gleaming faintly under the moon's light.

With a flick of his wrist, Noriyuki guided the hovering blades down to the fallen Dire Wolves, severing the small crystals embedded in their bodies—glowing remnants of their magical essence. He crouched, collecting each drop, the faintly pulsing crystals warm to the touch. They shimmered with a dull light, filled with untapped energy. Pocketing them one by one, he knew they would be valuable later.

His work wasn’t done. Moving with calm precision, he knelt beside the wolves, methodically harvesting their useful parts. With practiced strokes, he sliced off their sharp claws and set them aside. He ran his hand over their coarse fur, cutting enough to trade and give to the catalyst. Finally, he severed the jagged horn of the alpha wolf, its dark surface still faintly humming with latent magic. Each piece was carefully stowed in his inventory spell—the spoils of his efficient, silent hunt.

Noriyuki straightened, scanning the now quiet battlefield to make sure he hadn’t missed any drops. Satisfied, he glanced up at the sky, the faintest hint of dawn just beginning to color the horizon.

Noriyuki: Another night handled.

Murmuring to himself, turning on his heel, leaving behind him a field of fallen beasts.

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The first light of dawn crept over the horizon as Noriyuki moved through the field. Ahead, he spotted a large tree standing alone in the open expanse, its thick branches casting a wide shadow over the grass. With a quiet sigh, he made his way toward it, feeling the pull of exhaustion of using Phobos.

Noriyuki: I'll have to stop by Erhard's and buy a knife if I'm going to keep harvesting these monsters'.

Reaching the tree, he sat down at its base, leaning his back against the rough bark. The cool breeze whispered through the leaves above, and for a moment, the world felt still. Opening the inventory spell, he began to lay out his spoils, inspecting each piece in the faint morning light. The crystals glowed faintly in his hand, their magical energy still pulsing from the bodies of the wolves. He rolled one between his fingers before setting it aside. Next, he examined the claws—sharp, curved, and perfect for weapon crafting. The fur, coarse yet durable, would be useful for armor, a decent trade, or even lining his own gear for the cold days ahead.