Slice 02: Competition
Strawberries, it was a giant field of strawberries, certainly no place for such an evil being. The hunter, who was rather fond of strawberries and even more so of strawberry ice-cream, would not allow such a foul creature to touch the delicious little red fruits.
However, before the great Dante could shoot, a blond woman in overalls ran towards the monster wielding a scythe. With a battle cry of "stay away from my strawberries!" she sliced the being to bits, spinning rapidly with the sharp blue bladed weapon. She then hid the scythe in her rucksack and smiled at Dante. "Are you a tourist?" She followed his gaze to the dismembered pieces of the monster that stained the soil red. "Oh, I was just... adding some fertilizer!" The farmer nodded assuring the stranger so that she would not frighten him since she was unaware that he was quite used to hunting creatures like that.
"Tourist..." Dante repeated; it's not like there was anything interesting to see in Mineral Town anyway. But he wasn't in the mood to explain to the farmer that she just killed his prey and thus left him without the possibility of collecting his pay for brining the monster back barely alive, to be finished off by his vengeful client. "Yeah, I'm a tourist."
"Oh, that's good; we don't get a lot of tourists around here. Have some strawberries." The farmer picked a handful of the little fruits and gave them to Dante. "Enjoy your visit to Mineral Town!"
Dante was only able to mutter a "thanks" before heading back to the beach to catch a ride on the same shipping boat that brought him there. Honestly, now days, there's just too much competition in the job industry regardless of how unique one would think their field is and even if the opponent isn't actually trying to compete. At least he got some strawberries...
End of Slice 02
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