"Yuu-chan - Slayers! Novel 1" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chan Yu)

"...I was only kidding." Pause. "Boy, you overreact..."
"...It wasnТt as if I wanted to..." I say, wiping soup from my face.
"Well, how good are you? Can you at least cast Fireball? Judging from the way youТre dressed, IТd say you mainly use black magic."
Okay, let me explain a bit. There's three basic categories of spells: white magic, black magic, and shamanism. Shamanism uses earth, water, fire, wind -- the four basic elements -- and spirits. IТm most proficient at black magic, but donТt get me wrong, there are two types of black magic, too: curses, and offensive spells which donТt fit into shamanism. I use the latter type. The spell which Gourry just mentioned, Fireball, falls into the fire type of shamanism. People believe black magic only means the offensive spells, but thatТs a mistake.
Now, to get back to my answer: "Do you think a sorceress would tell other people her tricks?"
"You seemed like the talkative type." Hey, now... "Anyways, it doesnТt matter. ItТll soon be time for you to show what you can do." Why? Before I could voice my thoughts the door to the inn was kicked open.
"ThatТs her!" I turn around and face the man who had shouted. Ack! The manТs finger is pointing in my direction. ThereТs one more person in the same direction, but Gourry doesnТt look like a woman. There were several trolls, led by a mummy-man (at least, that's what I thought at first glance, but he seems to be a male sorcerer wrapped up in bandages).
I put on my cutest face and say, "Oh, my name's Sofia, the person youТre looking for is probably..."
"Shut up! I donТt care about your name! You... youТre the one who stole treasure from some bandits a little while ago!" Oops.
"Hey hey hey..." Gourry glares at me.
"IТll explain later. I have to do something about these guys first..." I turned to face the trolls. About twice as large as humans, they have the strength and endurance to match, and are kinda quick for their size. But their main advantage is their supernatural ability to regenerate. A simple sword slash will heal while you watch. In other words, if you want to kill a troll, do it with a single hit. However, I canТt use any destructive spells in the inn because the customers would be affected too!
I stand up. "All right, let's take it outside."
"No." Damn. I started thinking of another plan, but: "If you return everything you stole, then IТd be satisfied."
"No way! What are you thinking, trying to get other peopleТs belongings for free, you thieving sorcerer?!"
"YouТre a thief, too..." says Gourry from the side.
"Shut up, I only steal from bad people, so itТs okay!" I prepare for battle.
"Attack!" The mummy-man orders the attack and the trolls start moving... and so do I. Trolls use their claws and strength as weapons; a hit by either one would be sufficient to kill me. However, I have no intention of losing. The first troll swings widely at me with its arm. I dodge the blow, place my right hand on the trollТs waist, and get past it, heading for the next troll. As I slide between the legs of the waiting troll I grab one of its legs. The troll didnТt fall over, but temporarily lost its balance. Using that time, I stood up and went for the next troll.
I sense something angry behind me; the next instant, the claws of a different troll pierce my cloak! Just the cloak, thankfully -- an instant earlier, I had loosened my shoulder-guard and the cloak. Wrapped up in my cloak, the troll loses its balance, and falls to the ground. I hit the troll lightly on the head. And the next target -- After a while, I returned to where Gourry was.
"Heeey, welcome back."
"Hi honey, I'm home!" Gourry'd just sat and watched the battle while a delicate girl (thatТs me) was fighting! None of the trolls are dead yet.
"You little runt, moving around all over the place." The mummy man appears impatient.
"Gourry! Can you wound the trolls?"
"Wound... DonТt you know that trolls can regenerate?"
"I know that, just hurry up!"
"I wonТt be able to deal much damage..."
"ThatТs fine, just go!" The trolls have come closer.
"Okay." Gourry brings his right hand out of his pocket. On the palm of his hand are small nuts -- the small, hard kind that squirrels eat. The next instant, it seemed as if GourryТs hand moved. The trolls grunt in pain -- some holding an arm, others their stomach, and others their forehead. Gourry had flicked the nuts with his fingers, piercing into the hard skin of the trolls. The nuts had been shot with enough force to kill a human with several shots.
"An interesting trick, but do you think you can kill trolls with --" The mummy man is about to say more when the trolls start screaming. The wounds created by Gourry were spreading.
"Wha... whatТs... going on?" The mummy-man falters. Gourry just stares. The wounds continue to spread; soon, about half the trolls become chunks of flesh. Even though I did it, I canТt say itТs a pretty sight. At least it wasnТt before dinner. There are only four trolls and the mummy-man remaining. Most of them lost the will to fight any more.
They are afraid of the unknown spell I'd just cast. When I had touched the trolls, I'd cast a certain spell. Think of it as the opposite of the white magic spell, Recovery, which maximizes the targetТs ability to regenerate, speeding up the healing process. What I had done was the opposite; I had reversed the flow of the power to heal -- which anyone has -- to the opposite limit. Since trolls have an exceptionally high healing power, when I reversed that flow, the small wound lead to their deaths. By the way, this is my original spell which I had never used before; IТll make sure I never use it ever again. Spells which make their caster have nightmares shouldnТt be cast.
I thought all of them would flee, but one of the trolls charges me. I draw my short-sword as I chant a spell. Blade and claw clash; for an instant, the troll is exposed.
"Now!" I bury my sword deeply into the trollТs ribs. The troll grins. This was what it wanted. Seeing it couldnТt beat me with skill, it had let me stab itself, and thought to kill me while in the instant I couldnТt move. The moment the troll was sure of victory, I moved.
"Mono Volt!" I shouted! The electricity from my spell, using my sword as a conductor, traveled into the trollТs body. The troll shudders, and dies without raising a cry. "It was an interesting trick, but I was one step ahead." The troll falls to the ground.
"Now... IТll show you what I can really do..." I clap my hands together in front of my chest, beginning the chant for a spell. The resultant blue-white ball of light steadily increases in size as I spread my hands further apart.
"Gyeh! Fireball!" The mummy-manТs eyes open wide. "Retreat! Retreat!" The trolls and mummy-man tumble out of the inn. Ha~... I sigh deeply, still holding the ball of light.
"Hey! What're you going to do with that Fireball?" says Gourry as he distances himself from me. Even he knows enough to fear a Fireball. Fireball is a fairly popular offensive fire spell. The ball of light is thrown, and explodes upon contact, spreading fire everywhere. ItТs used against groups. It depends on the spellcasterТs ability, but a human hit directly by a Fireball will usually be cooked rare.
"Hmm...?" I throw the ball of light into the air.
"Hey!!!" Everyone yells and then quiets down. Gourry slowly raises his face.
"It isnТt a Fireball," I smile impishly as I point at the floating ball of light. "ItТs Lighting."
"What are you going to do about this mess?!" The innkeeper was ticked off; canТt blame him. Tables and chairs are broken, the corpses of trolls lie on the floor, and the strong smell of blood is in the air... That Lighting spell was a mistake; now the chunks of troll can be seen clearly. The son of a butcher, or anyone whoТs seen an animal run over by a wagon can understand a small percentage of this sick sight. As a result, the inside of the inn wasnТt the place to say "Let's enjoy dinner." Besides that, half the guests staying at the inn have left. If the innkeeper could still smile after what had happened, he should quit his job and become a saint. However, I have no intention of listening to his complaints. I don a chastised, cute girl expression.
"IТm sorry for all the trouble I caused, but..." I look directly into the innkeeperТs eyes as I take off one of my gloves behind my back, "if I hadnТt done that we would have been killed..." Just as planned the innkeeper wears a perplexed expression.
I stick my right hand into my pocket and take out about three gemstones, my fist still closed. "This is... a sign of my apology..." I lift the innkeeperТs right hand with my left, and press the gems into the palm of his hand. I donТt show whatТs inside yet. But he should be able to figure out whatТs in his palm. I continue to look into the innkeeperТs eyes. With a cute girl looking intently at him, holding his hand and with gems itТs obvious how he should feel.
"I know it isnТt proper to apologize this way, but itТs the best I can do." I remove my hands. The innkeeper glances briefly at his palm, and seeing what he expected, closes his hands.
"After what you said, thereТs no way I can be harsh with you... IТll have somebody else clean this mess, so you can just go to your rooms." I repeatedly bow to the innkeeper and I returned to my room with Gourry. Whenever I cause trouble at an inn, sometimes the innkeeper says "Get out!" but most of the time, this is what happens. At the point when they feel the gems, the innkeepers probably think, "This customer is worth some money." If they tell me to get out, then I do just that; thereТs no point in trying to stay.
"Boy, youТre a good actress..." says Gourry, standing next to me as I sit on the bed. Very perceptive -- seeing through my acting.
I play dumb. "What're you talking about?" .......... "Why are you in my room, Gourry?!"
"You said youТd explain everything later."
"Did I?"
"You did."
Oh well. I wanted to ask him something too. "All right. IТll explain, but before that I want you to answer my question."