"Who are you?"
While silently dismantling, the greatsword wielder asked.
The injured senior, worried about the three who retreated, went after them.
It's just us left here.
"An adventurer. D-rank."
"Are you kidding me? There's no way a D-rank is that strong."
"I don't care about your common sense."
Oh, it has a magic stone after all.
And it's a bit bigger than a regular Dokor. Glad I got it.
Also, the greatsword wielder's statement is half-right.
A while ago, my efforts in restoring the highway and defeating Sopric were highly praised, and it was decided that I would be promoted to C-rank.
When Rebecca told me this, I felt more confused than happy.
C-rank was too conspicuous.
The reason I'm not well-known is because I'm just one of many D-ranks.
After much deliberation, I declined, and Rebecca, sensing there were reasons, put the promotion on hold.
So now, I'm a D-rank and treated as a C-rank.
I collected the magic stones, fur, and usable materials from Dokor, and packed them into a large leather bag.
The greatsword wielder watched in silence but stepped forward as I stood up.
"I'm Tarvit, a third-year from Lapnas. What's your name?"
"I'm Tenko, a D-rank. Sorry for interrupting your training."
I waved lightly and slipped past Tarvit.
A strong gaze followed my back.
It didn't stop until I disappeared into the shade of the trees.