"やれやれ..." It came out without him realizing it, the only sound aside from his footsteps heard. The flame of the torch barely gave him any view of what was in front of him, but it was enough for now. The silence was oddly comforting, even though his ears were sharp in case anything decided to jump out at him. He never knew a trained ear could help like this--he had always thought everything he did would help his playing, the thought of needing to survive being the farthest thing from his mind.
That said, he wasn't confident in his survivability. If the numerous losing fights and the endless bullying were any indication, then he was in a lot of trouble. It was in this moment that he really was regretting his choice in class; Kazuma had initially offered to help him be more of a physical fighter, but healing seemed easier at the time. Now the group's lives were literally in his hands, and all it took was one mistake, one slip up, and it was over. Not to mention he was particularly vulnerable the moment he couldn't use his magic. His free hand went to his throat as the thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help his sigh.
Kazuki stopped as he noticed the ceiling rise somewhat, noticing something not too far off. Putting every thought he had to the back of his mind, he squinted through the light. He was hesitant to continue--those spike traps proved that each room could be booby trapped. Standing as close as he could without actually standing in the room, he lifted his torch slightly. The room was bigger than the spike room and he could see a door to the right. There were several stone pieces as well--it was safe to say this was probably another puzzle they needed to solve. At least they wouldn't get into any fights just yet.
The silence encapsulated him, much to his dismay. He was secretly hoping they would've met up with the others, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Despite the exhaustion afterwards, only Graves had gotten hurt, but the other group could've run into monsters. Well, silence was better than nothing--no news was better than bad news. For now, anyway.
Settling himself down away from the room, Kazuki looked through his bag. He had remembered the mana draughts his brother had reminded him a dozen times to bring and a few health potions, but aside from those he hadn't really brought anything of use. Then again, the torch ended up coming in handy, so maybe he just needed to broaden his view. So much for swearing to never take this stupid game seriously--he was going to have to go over everything Kazuma had tried to drill in his head. The sound of a note played as his finger brushed against a string, and he carefully pulled out the tiny lyre.
Plucking a few notes, he sighed again, repeating the gesture. It was no piano, but the notes comforted him a little. If things were the way before, he'd probably be content strumming along until the rest of the group showed up. But that wasn't safe. Not anymore.
Instead of putting it away, he found a free hook on his belt to loop it through, and once he was set he walked back down the corridor. Mentally he went over the few songs he knew that would actually be useful in a battle; he hadn't quite mastered the attack boost just yet, but the defensive one was ingrained in his head. There was the one that restored health so long as he kept playing, but he was pretty sure without a healthy supply of potions it wasn't worth it. The burst heal one would probably be worth it, though, comparatively speaking.
Settling into those sorts of thoughts, he continued his walk with his mind abuzz. It wasn't too long before he reached the group, looking around. "Nowhere to go but forward. Next room's another puzzle room. No enemies yet," He stated, looking at each member of the party. "Ready when the rest of you are." He would rather get the hell out sooner than later, but he supposed it couldn't be helped.
That said, he wasn't confident in his survivability. If the numerous losing fights and the endless bullying were any indication, then he was in a lot of trouble. It was in this moment that he really was regretting his choice in class; Kazuma had initially offered to help him be more of a physical fighter, but healing seemed easier at the time. Now the group's lives were literally in his hands, and all it took was one mistake, one slip up, and it was over. Not to mention he was particularly vulnerable the moment he couldn't use his magic. His free hand went to his throat as the thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help his sigh.
Kazuki stopped as he noticed the ceiling rise somewhat, noticing something not too far off. Putting every thought he had to the back of his mind, he squinted through the light. He was hesitant to continue--those spike traps proved that each room could be booby trapped. Standing as close as he could without actually standing in the room, he lifted his torch slightly. The room was bigger than the spike room and he could see a door to the right. There were several stone pieces as well--it was safe to say this was probably another puzzle they needed to solve. At least they wouldn't get into any fights just yet.
The silence encapsulated him, much to his dismay. He was secretly hoping they would've met up with the others, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Despite the exhaustion afterwards, only Graves had gotten hurt, but the other group could've run into monsters. Well, silence was better than nothing--no news was better than bad news. For now, anyway.
Settling himself down away from the room, Kazuki looked through his bag. He had remembered the mana draughts his brother had reminded him a dozen times to bring and a few health potions, but aside from those he hadn't really brought anything of use. Then again, the torch ended up coming in handy, so maybe he just needed to broaden his view. So much for swearing to never take this stupid game seriously--he was going to have to go over everything Kazuma had tried to drill in his head. The sound of a note played as his finger brushed against a string, and he carefully pulled out the tiny lyre.
Plucking a few notes, he sighed again, repeating the gesture. It was no piano, but the notes comforted him a little. If things were the way before, he'd probably be content strumming along until the rest of the group showed up. But that wasn't safe. Not anymore.
Instead of putting it away, he found a free hook on his belt to loop it through, and once he was set he walked back down the corridor. Mentally he went over the few songs he knew that would actually be useful in a battle; he hadn't quite mastered the attack boost just yet, but the defensive one was ingrained in his head. There was the one that restored health so long as he kept playing, but he was pretty sure without a healthy supply of potions it wasn't worth it. The burst heal one would probably be worth it, though, comparatively speaking.
Settling into those sorts of thoughts, he continued his walk with his mind abuzz. It wasn't too long before he reached the group, looking around. "Nowhere to go but forward. Next room's another puzzle room. No enemies yet," He stated, looking at each member of the party. "Ready when the rest of you are." He would rather get the hell out sooner than later, but he supposed it couldn't be helped.