A Survivor's life in the dungeon (A Danmachi Fanfic.)

Chapter 42

"Yes you do. You can choose not to fight." Denki argued with him. "Proving yourself as the strongest level 5 in the city is not worth getting your career as an adventurer being cut short due to an unfixable injury."

Froke looked between the two of them, she wanted to join and stop August as well but she know she has no right. She's an outsider, a hired hand, she has no say in this matter. She could only bite her lips and look at the two adventurers whom she considered her friend.

"Denki I appreciate you getting worried about me, but I need to fight." August looked Denki in the eyes, his eyes filled with fire and determination which made Denki swallow his saliva. "If I don't then everything will be over." August then explain why he needed to fight to both Denki and Froke.

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"So let me get this straight, if any member of Ganesha Familia beats you then you'll leave our familia and join them? I can't believe lord Heracles agreed to that." Denki paced back and forth as he contemplated on the information he received.

"The old man had no choice. Its either that or a war game, at least I'll be fighting one on one and not get gang up by multiple level 5." August sigh as he took a big gulp of water.

"What does lord Ganesha wants with you? Why take you?" Froke asked.

"He wants nothing, at least that's what I heard from the old man. It's his captain who wants me to join." August shrugs as he answer.

"Shakti Varma wants you to join Ganesha familia?" Froke seems more confuse.

"Yes..." August took a deep breath and continued. "She and my father are close friend back then, my father use to be a part of their familia and she wants me there because she feels like I need her protection or some shit."

"Protection? She must be joking right?" Denki couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Well she saved me when I was a kid, but I feel like even now she still views me as the same kid she saved nine years ago." August sighed. He then looked around the room trying to find something. "Where's my spear?" he asked.

"About that..." Denki scratched his head as he awkwardly dodged August's gaze.

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August was dumbstruck at what he was hearing, the spear is stuck at the 17th floor embedded deeply inside the ground.

"So you're telling me that not only could you not pull it out but everyone who came close to it gets sent flying into the air?" August asked dryly.

"That's the gist of it." Froke answered his question with an equally dry tone. "What the fuck is that spear made of?"

"Honestly... I have no idea." August put his fingers into his chin as he tried to think of what Beowulf is really made of.

"Well whatever it is, it's scaring the shit out of everyone going thru the 17th floor, it radiates magic so dense even as we speak." Denki chimed in.

"Well this is a better time than any, let's get my spear and head home." August tried standing up but he staggered when he did, he was still recuperating from his injuries. "A little help would be nice."

"You really shouldn't be moving right now." Froke just stared at him.

Denki on the other hand is at August side helping him balance himself, he let him use his shoulder as support.

Froke watched as the duo exited the gate with August limping and Denki acting as a crutch for him.

"Men." Froke just shook her head and sigh, she followed them nonetheless.