The Medallion

When he heard Marin, Rocky turned around and asked, "Anything else?"

"Well... Th-thank you!" Marin stammered, an awkward expression on his face.

"Since I just finished the operation, it's too early to tell whether Verdanim is out of danger. Take care of it for the next few days. Don't thank me yet. What if Verdanim relapses? You'd definitely kill me then." Rocky chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come on! I'm not that unreasonable." Knowing that Rocky said that on purpose, Marin felt wronged and frowned.

With a faint smile, Rocky turned to leave. Though he said nothing, Marin understood what he think of her.

"That annoying guy..." Marin murmured angrily, staring at Rocky's back. But she was glad Rocky had saved Verdanim, even if she didn't know a way to express it with the other emotions at war within her, chief among them being worry.

As Rocky was walking back to his place, he felt that a pair of eyes were staring at him. He turned around abruptly, but there was no one there.

Frowning, he studied the area but saw nothing out of the ordinary. As he turned away, a pair of deer-like eyes flashed in the darkness.

After returning to his room, Rocky shoveled bags of soil to feed the three Dark Heaven Insects. When the Dark Heaven Insects were full, he checked them by the Stroking Evaluation Skill. The examination revealed they were in good health. When he was done, he put them back into the nest. Rocky turned to Uriah and Little Rubygon. "We're all set here. I think it's time for us to go for a little hunt."

They left and headed into the nearby forest. They'd gone a good way when Uriah stopped, spun to the left, and roared.

beast's head. Ready to send Uriah after whatever bothered the beast, Rocky followed Uriah's gaze,

now! Let's go!" Thinking Uriah was simply in a bad mood, Rocky stood

they walked, Uriah still shot looks over its shoulder. Or it would stop and turn to peer into

disturbed Rocky. This was not

set a bottle with a drop of magical saliva down in the middle of the space. Satisfied with the trap, Rocky led Uriah and Little Rubygon to a clump of trees and brush that would provide adequate cover. Rocky leaped up among the branches. He settled

way to train a spirit-manipulated beast, to build its strength or to gain fighting

spirit manipulators wouldn't dare to take their spirit-manipulated beasts to such a dangerous place for a hunt. For ordinary spirit manipulators, entering this place meant meeting their death. Rocky cared for none of that. He wanted to push the limits, to make certain he had

at the first grade of the two-star level. The beast followed the trail

the signal, Little Rubygon dashed from the hiding place. In

claw at Rubygon's head. At the last moment, Rubygon ducked under the blow, snatched the wild beast by its upper arm, and shook the beast like a rag doll. The beast yowled. Desperate, the beast struck with its other claw. The blow swiped Rubygon's side. With a pain-filled cry, Rubygon released its hold on the beast's arm. The two backed off, circling each other before charging again.

the wild beast's superior strength won out. Though exhausted and badly injured, Rubygon did not surrender. Rubygon still bared

It had recognized Rubygon's dire situation. The beast's lips curved wider than before. It threw its head back and let out a howl of triumph. The cry had barely ended before the beast leaped toward Rubygon. The wild beast was still in midair

turned tail to flee. Uriah's second flame blast struck the beast as its back turned, setting the beast afire.

Little Rubygon's wounds to heal them.

magical saliva. The bottle shook before Rocky reached it. Rocky froze. The bottle raised from the ground.

the bottle spun away from Uriah's outstretched paw and darted away toward the trees on