บท 50: Handmade Skill Book

All around us, there were magical beasts ready to attack.

They clung to the tree trunks and were ready to pounce on both of us.

The magical beast looked like a cute squirrel but its size was huge, exceeding the size of any normal squirrel I knew. Its tail was also very large, shaped like a stick ready to hit and destroy anything.

They are Magical Beasts called Batting Squirrels.

They are referred to as Batting Squirrels because of their tails. 

Actually, those Batting Squirrels weren't strong at all. They are only classified as D-rank magical beasts. But the problem is, they always cluster together.

Just like those in front of us. 

There were a lot of them clinging to the tree trunks all around where we were. 

In short, we have been surrounded. 

"Have you ever heard the proverb that as good as a squirrel jumps, they will eventually fall too?"

"This isn't the time to be spouting useless proverbs, sir. Shouldn't we fight them first? Besides, I've never heard of them."