ISEKAI? More like I See Crap!-Chapter 240: Busted and Broken ( )

"Woooo!! This is good!!" Hazuki shouted, staggering down the street, a nearly empty booze bottle swaying in his grip like a victory trophy.

The midday sun shone overhead. Beastkin townsfolk stepped aside with practiced ease, more amused than annoyed. A few shook their heads with small chuckles.

"There he goes again."

"Yup. Talking to the air and yelling at shadows. Must be Tuesday."

"At least the guy saved the town. Let him have his moment."

Hazuki suddenly squatted on the roadside, guzzled another mouthful, and leaned back with a satisfied sigh.

"Ahhhhhh—this is bliss!!!"

As he tried to stand, his foot slipped.

His grip loosened.

The bottle launched straight into the air.

"Ahhh!! My booze!!"

Around the corner...

The assassin was just activating the rune in his sleeve, eyes narrowing.

Target confirmed...

Name: Hazuki. Location—

THWACK!!!

A heavy bottle of liquor slammed directly into his face, shattering on impact and dropping him flat on the stone path with a dull thud.

His hand spasmed.

The rune fizzled.

Back down the street, Hazuki blinked at the distant crash.

Then slowly turned his head the other way.

"Crap!"

"Nope. That wasn’t my bottle. Not mine. Definitely not mine."

He casually shuffled sideways, whistling off-key.

Ridan floated beside him, trying not to laugh.

"That guy’s dead. You just killed someone with a bottle."

A small crowd had begun to gather.

People murmured, glancing down at the unconscious man sprawled across the road, the booze bottle rolling gently beside him.

"Whoa... did he fall from the roof?"

"Nah, look at that bruise. Probably got drunk and face-planted."

Two town guards approached, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

One nudged the man’s side with the blunt end of a broom handle.

"Yup. Guarantee he’s drunk."

"Should we... I dunno, drag him to the side or something?"

"Ew, no way. Look at that drool bubble. You touch him."

"No, you touch him!"

Nearby, two beastkin kids watched the scene with wide eyes. One of them spotted something shiny near the man’s hand.

A small stone-like object, etched with faint glowing runes.

"Whoa... cool! I found a magic rock!"

He held it up high, tail wagging excitedly.

His friend’s eyes sparkled. "That looks awesome! Can I try?"

"Let’s throw it into the lake! Bet it skips like crazy!"

"Yeahhh!!"

The guards were too busy arguing over broom-handle etiquette to notice the kids scampering off, cheering.

The passerby gradually dispersed, a few still glancing over their shoulders.

"Man, first time seeing a drunk guy making drool bubbles like that."

"Yeah... looked like a soup pot was boiling out his nose. Gross."

The guards shrugged and returned to their patrol, leaving the man sprawled across the road like a discarded rug.

From across the street, another assassin, disguised in a plain traveler’s cloak, narrowed his eyes.

That idiot... what the hell is he doing?

He approached cautiously, lowering his hood slightly as he walked past a fruit stand and then circled around.

The man on the ground let out a soft groan.

The second assassin muttered under his breath.

"We’re here for a covert operation. A mission. And this moron gets drunk in public?"

He gave him a light kick to the thigh.

"Oi. Wake up."

The downed man blinked slowly, eyes unfocused.

"Hnn...? Where... where am I?"

"The middle of the damn road, you fool. Get up. Now." The second assassin hissed, trying not to draw attention.

He leaned closer. "How dare you drink while we’re on—" he glanced around, then whispered sharply, "—mission!"

The first assassin furrowed his brow.

"Mi... mission?"

"Yes, mission!" the second assassin growled through gritted teeth. "We’re here to find the black-haired human, remember!? Hazuki?!"

The first assassin blinked again, slowly.

Then tilted his head. "Umm... who are you?"

The second assassin’s expression froze.

Then twitched.

"What."

"Do I know you?"

The second assassin grabbed his collar. "I don’t have time to play!!"

"Seriously... who are you!?" the downed assassin suddenly shouted, eyes wide with genuine fear.

The second assassin grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to hold him still.

"Oi! Stop messing around! Snap out of it!"

The first assassin looked at him with trembling eyes.

"M-Mama!! This weird man’s touching me!! What’s wrong with you!? I don’t know you!! Go away!! Uwaaaa!!!"

"H-Huh!? Wha— Wait!! Don’t yell!!" Gubron looked around in panic. "It’s me! Gubron! From the unit! We trained together for years, you idiot!"

The man backed up on all fours, flailing wildly.

"I don’t know you!! Don’t touch me!! Someone help!! I’m being kidnapped!!"

Gasps erupted from nearby stalls.

Two townsfolk who had been eating soup dropped their bowls.

A granny nearby raised her walking stick.

"You there!! You scoundrel!! Don’t touch that man!"

Gubron’s eyes darted left and right.

"Wait—wait—he’s not a civilian! We’re together! I mean, not together-together, just—" he stumbled over his words as more people began to gather.

"Pervert!!"

"Someone call the guards!!"

Gubron yanked his hood lower, muttering curses under his breath.

This... is a disaster.

Without a second thought, he bolted away, leaping over crates and disappearing into the nearest alley.

The crowd quickly circled the still-crying "victim," offering tissues, water, and cookies.

Somewhere nearby, two children stood at the edge of the riverbank.

"Alright, ready?"

"Yeah! Let’s skip it as far as we can!"

They both flung their arms back—and launched the rune stone into the air.

It skipped once.

Twice.

Plop.

Gone.

Inside Gubron’s mind as he sprinted through narrow alleyways:

What the hell happened to Zered!?

He’s completely lost it! Memory loss!? Seriously?!

He hopped over a fence, knocking over someone’s drying laundry.

Damn it. This mission was supposed to be easy—locate the black-haired human, confirm the identity, send the rune signal, and disappear. That’s it!

But now— Zered’s crying in the middle of the street like a scared kid who lost his mom... and the townsfolk think I’m some creepy pervert!!

He slid to a halt behind a butcher shop, gasping for air.

Shit shit shit...

He slammed his fist against the wall.

And worst of all—we didn’t even confirm anything! No sighting. Nothing!!

If the squad leader hears about this, he’ll skin me alive.

Gubron clenched his jaw tightly.

I have to go back.

Report what happened to Zered.

Figure out what we do next before this turns into an even bigger clown show.

( End Of Chapter )

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