As we depart, I take the next few paragraphs of text to take in the scenery of the New Human Village.

The shopping district, despite being filled with vendors, is exactly the opposite for customers. They all are sitting boringly, swatting away flies that dare to cross their path and overall looking mentally dead. Despite the surrounding area being only forest, the market reeks of the sea. ...No, it's just fish. I wonder how that can be. Perhaps they imported fresh fish from neighbouring fishing cities?

The residential district besides the shopping district is closed up shut. Most houses made of plywood, some of actual logs, and a few so decorated it's like an ingot of gold inside a trash can. A few humans walk around, fear evident in their every action. Most of them are wearing oriental villager garb, but a few possess fancier clothing. Most of them also has some kind of headwear, while all the boring humans are naked on the top.

In the corner of my eye, I see some thugs in a black cloak in an unsuspecting alley. I would've turned away if I was alone, but I'm with a maid with Instant Transmission, after all. If worse comes to worst, I can flee instantly, without leaving a trace.

Woosh!

Suddenly, one of the cloakeds rush in front of us, immediately throwing away his hood thus completely making it lose all its purpose.

The now uncloaked man has a skinny ass build with neon blue hair and all kinds of rainbowy-style equipment. Hell, even his knife he's hiding in his zipper is rainbow. Did this guy suck EA's or something?

"Halt, ladieeees!" He pushes a hand forward. "I shaaalll not let you pass through here!"

...And, why exactly. Just... Why.

I step up to the front of the crowd. "I hope you have a good reason to mess with us, or I'm going to crack your skull." ...I'm not usually like this in my figure of speech, but a threat just happens to be a logical choice for this scenario.

He visibly frowns. "I hope you have a good reason to stop my advance, or I'm gonna stab you with my Holy Sword!"

I- Please don't tell me...

I point at his zipper. "That? If you're gonna keep it 'holy', you might need to reconsider your storage choices."

The girls look incredibly exasperated, while Brad is grinning like a maniac.

The frowning turns into gritting. "And who are you to judge where I put my most favored weapon, sword-in-the-back boy?"

"And that is where you're wrong." For my weapon is not a sword, despite the wooden part sticking out make it seem like so. "What kind of sword has a wooden hilt?"

"..." He went silent. "A-anyways, stop getting in my way!"

"I could say the same to you." I respond in kind. "Unless..?"

He unsheathes his 'Holy Sword', and oh dear lord it's tiny. "You're sure as hell I will."

"I can't imagine his actual holy sword would be much bigger!" Brad jokes from the sidelines, apparently convincing the girls that I should be standing here alone.

...Great, my self-confidence just dropped tenfold without them behind me.

Thankfully, it looks like his isn't much better after that remark. Heck, his entire body is trembling.

Knowing the effects on his body, I ready my brush, holding it like a sword's guarding position. "What happened to your posture? Perhaps you wish to refute his claims? Or, just maybe..." I intentionally leave the last portion of the sentence blank.

That delivery was, quite honestly, terrible. I could've provoked him more through other means, but it was the best I could've thought up.

It works just as well, though. "Shut up!" He starts immediately charging at me with his Holy Sword, being extremely careless.

I pause to consider several solutions to this battle, then raises my brush far above my head.

When he gets into range, I swing it down. "Hah!"

Thunk! As expected, he parries it easily. However, anyone with a brain would notice the extreme telegraph length of that attack.

When he was busy focusing on the brush, I had already put in my right hand the Spiky Ball I have. Now that he's parried the brush, his defenses are open, so I just throw my Spiky Ball into his actual Holy Sword.

...Shink!

"AAAAAAaAAAAaaaAAaAAAAaAAAAAaaaaAAAaaaaa..." Can't you be any quieter? That's a waste of word length.

Falling to the ground, the man faints on the spot. ...Now that I think of it, I never got his name.

I walk up to the spectators. "I'm back from demolishing a Level 1 Waste of Space-Time." I declare loudly.

"Good. Honestly... you really did not have to provoke him. Just leave it to us the next time 'round." The Shrine Maiden is annoyed.

Well, I did beat him, so whatever.

=Freakin' Parodies=

"me no see no no" An extremely annoying dust doll mans a stand next to my current location. It's dusty.

None of the girls seem to be noting its existence, so I walk up to it. "What."

"wares"

"Wares?"

"wares"

"No, I meant what do you mean by 'wares'."

"wares"

"Are you an unintelligent life form whose purpose is only to sell dubious items?"

"fluff loafs"

"Am I suppose to interpret your answer as a Yes or a No?"

"waaaaaal"

"...Fine, whatever, just tell me your 'wares'." I concede.

I was about to leave when I saw the dust doll swipe across the stand's table, materializing many differet Brushes.

"..." I... I have no words. "...What... are those?"

"paint brush. leaks paint everywhere in random colors. five thousand yen." The properties of one of the brush is explained. ...It is incredibly useless.

Ah, well, this could be used for modern art. I just hope the colors won't mix... "Can I test it?"

"if you run ima fluff your loafs" It's only a vague threat, but I get the idea.

I raise the Paint Brush, and swipes it in front of the stand.

...

5 minutes later, I have created art. "Deal. Here's five thousand." The money is granted.

"i must go now my planet needs me" It accepts the money, and the entire stand blasts off into the sky.

...Don't tell me I'm supposed to pick between all of those weapons. I still haven't heard of their properties yet...

Also, this damn paint is leaking everywhere! How am I supposed to sto- Oh, wait, right. My backpack.

No way is it gonna be my backpack! That'd ruin the leather! ...Guess I'm stuck to creating a predictable movement trail, huh?

At least it isn't an absolute torrent of paint, that'd be a disaster...

Dunk. Ah, look, a convenient bucket! I can use it to store the paint leaking out for a little while...

I hold the bucket in my left hand, while my right hand struggles to tie up the Paint Brush with one of the backpack's straps.

Now, then, time to head back to Sakuya and the others.

=Freakin' Parodies=

"Oh, you found the fluff market!" Brad notes. "What's that drippy brush called?"

...Can't you see I'm suffering from lack of storage here? You really should be concerned! "...It's a Paint Brush."

He looks like he's dumbfounded. "...No, I get that it's a paintbrush, but what's the name?"

"I'm not going to dub my brushes cringy names just because I'm in a fantasy world. I have my standards."

"That's not the point..!" Brad interjects. "If you have two different items in your inventory with the same name, you'll be confused when you drag them out!"

"...Leaking Paint Brush." I concede.

"...Good enough." He sighs. "Well, then, let's go already. I have my business to get back, y'know."

"Yes, yes, we understand, Mr. Bartender." The shrine maiden waves her hand in annoyance. "Anyone still have things to fetch before we go?"

As silence was about to envelop the party, she continues with a simple, "Good."

And so we enter the roads between the New and Old Village, barricaded by many layers of magical barriers.

The shrine maiden disperses them all, before entering the taken areas. The witch and maid soon moves after.

Immediately as we leave a few feet between us and the gate, a shriek is heard.

Several more follows, and five black beasts encircle us.

How unlucky. We have exactly 5 party members, and I'll be forced to fight if they're occupied with one of them at a time...

My prediction came true. The three girls practically went in all three seperate directions, and Brad charges towards one of the beasts recklessly.

That leaves me, with these two paint brushes... against an absolute human killer.

...This is stupid.

=Freakin' Parodies=

Perspective Holder: M. S. Painter

Title: Artistic Outsider

Appearance: Long yellow hair, wears a tuxedo, and has a rose emblem on said tuxedo. On his back is a brown backpack, with a giant paint brush escaping its storage.

Skills:

Human Adaptability - Race Skill. EXP gain increases.

Brush Mastery D+ - Deals slightly higher damage with Brush weapons.

Spell Cards:

None

Inventory:

Spiky Ball x1: Deals minor damage. Ignores all defenses, including Invincibility.

Paint Brush x1: Brush weapon. Since the weapon isn't used by many, this was hurriedly made by Sakuya.

Leaking Paint Brush x1: Brush weapon. Leaks paint of random colors that do not mix with each other.

Paint Bucket [Empty] x1: Bucket of paint. Isn't filled up, yet, but if it's splashed onto someone, it can be used to create half a modern art.

Current Party Members:

Shrine Maiden of Paradise, Reimu Hakurei

Star Night Magus, Marisa Kirisame

Timeless Maid, Sakuya Izayoi

Professor Plant Hanger, Brad

={Parodist's Note}=

Aaand another one dished out at lightspeed.

Honestly, it's quite tiring doing these kinda stuff, but I had to release my excess ideas somewhere, since nobody's playing with me...

Anyways, tune in next time!