[No Hero] 1-5: The young master to protect to the death (part 2)

During this period, I saw the appearance of that black silhouette. He was a man with wings and wore either a mask or visor obscuring his face so that his features couldn't be seen; he was carrying another person at his chest. If I weren't mistaken, it seemed to be a young girl.

No human or non-human would carry a young girl when looking for trouble. That person doesn't have any ill intentions.

After seeing him get hit by the energy beams and fall out of sight, I let go of a long sigh. "Truly regretful."

"What did you say?" Tencha heard what I said and turned around to look at me.

"Nothing." I wavered for a moment, but nonetheless decided not to mention the young girl. Since they've already been shot down, saying anything now would only cause more pain.

"Captain! It's bad!"

 While yelling loudly, a body guard ran in a flurry to Tencha's side, almost stumbling on the way over. He was much younger--judging from his face, he was at most thirty or so old. Although it was unclear whether it was dyed or natural, his hair was a unique light gray color.

And his voice…He seemed to be the one that had just reminded me to go clear the toilets.

Tencha scolded, "What are you panicking about, look at you!"

[No Hero] 1-5: The young master to protect to the death (part 1)

Dear father,

Please watch over your only child from the skies so that I may sooner become a true butler without any change in expression……Not even a zero point zero zero something centimeter change!

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Once the young master went to sleep, I also concluded my simple cleaning and began the truly important work: in order to meet the young master's needs, I often used time at night to search for information about weapon modification on the internet because the textbooks were already not enough.

Recently, the weapon the young master was modifying was a very unique item. He was currently modifying a backpack. No mistake, it was a backpack. Accurately speaking, it was a side backpack made of coffee-colored leather in a very traditional style. Nowadays almost no teenagers would use this type of backpack––apart from my young master.

Regardless if you were looking at it from the side, looking at it from above, picking it up to look at it, or even opening it and looking inside every pocket, the backpack the young master was modifying appeared no different from any traditional backpack. But, as someone who had personally seen the young master modify it, I could not be more clear of the fact that this backpack had absolutely nothing in common with a traditional backpack……apart from the outer appearance being the same.

The biggest difference was that the young master's modified backpack had at least ten different types of weapons inside.

The backpack strap was a long flexible blade that had been wrapped with cloth; the outer buttons were actually two miniature bombs; the side threading on the two sides can be pulled out into two long stakes; from the back a row of thin knives can be pulled out; and on the bottom was a very small handgun.

Opening the backpack, it looked no different from a normal backpack. But, I was very clear that if the black divider inside were opened, it would become a multi-sectioned whip.

The front-most pocket had three different colored pens clipped outside, something all normal students would often do……But, they would not have added two different types of chemicals inside the pen interior so that, if the three liquids were mixed, it would cause a big explosion.

After seeing the young master modify this backpack, I could not help but sigh in admiration. If this backpack went on the market, in this type of unsafe era every parent would probably want to buy one to give to their own child for safety!

But, the young master did not seem to have any intention of putting it on the market. After he had finished modifying it, he put his own textbooks inside, obviously intending to wear it to school the next day……Perhaps the young master's university is much more dangerous than I had thought.

[No Hero] 1-4: The master's safety (part 2)

Human weapons really changed quickly. Energy weapons had already surpassed silver knives and bullets as the most feared weapons by vampires. To a vampire with a later generation number, being stabbed in the heart by a silver knife or an energy blade would both result in the same thing: being rendered to dust and smoke.

But to a vampire with a lower generation number, dealing with silver knives is but a simple matter–-the heat of energy blades were what is truly hard to deal with. If a limb had been chopped off by an energy blade, the site of injury would be burned, and regenerating the limb would be much more difficult.

After activating the energy blade, the hero-in-training became more brave. He yelled harshly, "I saw your fangs; you are a vampire! Do you think I'll believe what you say?"

"So you plan on attacking. I feel regretful, very regretful."

Normally, I would not fight and only leave; I was confident that he could not catch up to me. But, Mr. Burt and his associates had already used up all of my patience. And I had already given this hero-in-training his last chance.

Although I mostly drank from a pouch of blood and only very rarely use my fangs to eat, I would not mind using them this once.

[No Hero] 1-4: The master's safety (part 1)

Dear father,

You had once said that a good butler would, no matter what, remain calm without changing expression so that his moods would not affect the master. However, you had never told me what I should do if not changing my expression still cannot deceive the master?

Please bless me from heaven, that from now on my emotions will not affect the young master.

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When I first arrived the junkyard, there was not a sign of a single person; I could only pick an empty area that was not too messy and wait.

Today was a very clear and sunny day. Seems like they had purposely chosen a clear day, and their choice had been quite good. I felt as if my entire body was being roasted……After saving the young master, perhaps tonight’s dinner can be baked fish? I wonder how many will be needed to be enough?

I don’t know if twenty will be enough, but the house oven definitely cannot cook that many. Perhaps I should buy another big oven and another smaller oven; the bigger oven can bake the main course, and the smaller oven can bake the dessert……

I diligently tried to focus on how to become a better butler, trying my best to drive my attention away from the two words “baking hot”, but, the more I thought the hotter I felt……As expected, I should not have been thinking about ovens.

Huh, then perhaps dessert should be ice cream? Although it had just been used for dessert, since it is so hot the young master should probably want to eat ice cream; last time, he very happily finished three buckets full.

“Charles Andres!”

I pulled my attention back from dessert and looked in front of me. The other was currently standing very far from me–approximately one hundred meters away–and there were around thirty people all carrying guns. I also saw my former master, Mr. Burt, standing in the center of all of his body guards. He seemed as good as ever, and even heavier than before.

When I had been in his service, the only duty as a butler I fulfilled was helping him prepare food. The food he liked was very similar to the young master’s tastes; all foods with high energy content. Although, the amount of food he eats is still not as much as the young master……But, the young master was still only half of Mr. Burt’s width. The young master’s stomach really is a mystery.

Although I saw Mr. Burt, I still had not seen young master Daren.

I frowned and asked loudly, “Mr. Burt, may I ask where my young master is?”

Burt bellowed, “Did you think I would be stupid enough to bring him here? I warn you, Andres, my other subordinates are watching that kid. If you dare to move, I’ll immediately kill him!”

I fell silent. With one move, I jumped, practically disappearing from my original place and reappearing right in front of Mr. Burt.

[Eclipse Hunter] 2-6: Demon friend (part 1) -2

[Eclipse Hunter]

Sixth Hunting: Demon friend (part 1) - 2

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“Erlian he……” Eloise was terrified. She had never seen Erlian be so different from usual. Wasn't he supposed to appear calm and intelligent?

Eli backed many more steps away from Erlian, explaining to Eloise. “Before, he was very worried about Dari, but now he is very angry—no, livid!”

Livid?! Eloise turned to look at Erlian. The latter’s smile had thickened to……a very terrifying level. Unknowingly, she consecutively backed away many steps until she had already backed up to Eli’s side—she only barely didn’t duck behind the latter’s back to hide.

“Erlian really looks scary. I’ll leave Ezart to him; I should go look for Dari.”

After Eloise gave her conclusion, she immediately turned to leave……Ah!

“What are you doing Eli? Let go of my collar. I’m going to go look for Dari……”

“You want to run away right?”

After reaching out and grabbing Eloise’s collar with both hands, Eli slowly turned his head, half of his face hidden in shadow as he asked coldly, “You want to leave me behind to deal with an out of control Erlian alone?”

[Eclipse Hunter] 2-6: Demon friend (part 1)

[Eclipse Hunter]

Sixth Hunting: Demon friend (part 1)

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Demon does not give up

Looking for companionship

Human does not give up

And becomes a demon

As usual, Ezart arrived at school not long after the bell rang and lazily slunk into the classroom. The noisy classroom immediately quieted for a few seconds when he arrived, judging that his expression seemed to be as usual.

Then, the chaos continued.

He leisurely and slowly walked to his own seat, casually throwing his backpack to the side and preparing to begin what he must do every day in class: sleep.

But, this time, the one who had already long since sat in his own seat, Daren, suddenly stood up and slammed both hands on top of Ezart’s desk, stopping the latter from sleeping.

Ezart coldly raised his head and glared at him.

The classroom was again struck into silence. Every student had their mouths open in a gape as if they had seen a ghost during the day, and one after another slowly froze in the middle of what they had been doing.

“If you don’t move your hand from my desk, you had better prepare to be sent to the hospital,” Ezart said coldly.

[No Hero] 1-3: Practice conversing with the master

Dear Father,

I believe I can understand the lesson you had once taught me, that the reason a master could make his servants truly dedicated to him is not money. I cannot seem to find a safe enough place to store the painting the young master has given me; at the end, I could only put it inside my metal pod. Please bless me from heaven, so that I could receive even more rewards aside from money.

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At night, when I served the young master during dinner, the young master was eating very slowly at a pace that was the same as a normal person. Just when I was feeling that it was strange, the young master put down his utensils and asked me worriedly, “Charles, how do you talk with classmates?”

I looked at the young master’s worried expression and understood that he had definitely met with another relationship problem. After thinking about it briefly, I chose the safest answer. “By talking naturally about some common topics.”

The young master’s face turned bitter. “But, I completely do not understand when my classmates are speaking. And when I start talking first, my classmates would only look at me dazedly and not reply.”

“May I ask for the young master to give an example of what you said?”

The young master nodded and said, “Once, I heard everyone talking about how the report the teacher handed out was too difficult, the time was too short, and that it was impossible, so I said, ‘It isn’t. This time’s report topic is ‘Current trends—Energy Weapons.’ I chose the focus of ‘How to improve the usage time of energy weapons’ and can start by focusing on the energy output. As long you find a balance between energy output and attack efficacy, then it will be very effective in battle. Of course, you could also talk about the weapon type; energy blades can be used longer than energy guns, and energy blades can even shatter reinforced concrete. Although the downside of energy blades is that the distance is short, if the energy blade is accompanied with a gun…….”

I can completely understand the troubles of the young master’s classmates.

[Eclipse Hunter] 2-5: Demon Sorrow (part 2)

[Eclipse Hunter]

Fifth Hunting: Demon Sorrow (part 2)

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“Brother……” Daren called timidly.

Devon neatly pulled out a hand pistol, beautifully fired a shot, and the bullet grazed by Theodore’s cheek, leaving behind a mark of blood.

This action was already shocking enough, but, the latter’s reaction was even more shocking. The one who had been shot at, Theodore, only pushed up his glasses with an expression as if he were listening to heavenly revelations. Then, he continued his unfinished treatment, continuing to treat Daren’s bruises with the needle suction machine.

“Who was it?” Devon said furiously.

“It’s only a fight between classmates,” Theodore explained helplessly, even though this explanation was difficult for he himself to believe.

“A fight between classmates?”

Devon looked at his little brother’s bruised body, and his crimson ruby eyes were filled with heartache. “Beaten this badly in a fight between classmates? Who dares to hit Dari? Could it be that porcupine head with the strange haircut?!”

“No! It wasn’t Ezart, really! He won’t hit me……” Daren suddenly stopped speaking.

Devon roared viciously, “Then who was it? If you don’t tell your brother, I’ll kill that porcupine head!”

Daren began to panic. If his brother knew which students had hit him, he was afraid that those people would never need to go to class anymore. He flailed his hands in a panic, “Brother, Dari is fine, only just a little injured. After daddy Theodore treats me I’ll be fine.”

Devon walked over, touching each of his little brother’s wounds with heartache, almost as if each injury hurt him as well.

He was really wrong. How could he let his brother be so sad……. Daren hung his head and said regretfully, “Brother……Don’t be sad. From now on, Dari won’t obediently let people hit him.”

Hearing this, Theodore who was currently treating injuries revealed a weird expression.

Surprise! Eclipse Hunter (玄日狩) translations~

Hey all!

So, to those EH fans out there (which is most of you, I'd reckon) I'll be picking up Eclipse Hunter from where Odd Squad left off, which was at volume 2, chapter 4. 

Eclipse Hunter is the series about Daren's story that comes before No Hero. The chapters before this are on the Odd Squad's website.

The chapters were a bit longer than I had thought, so I'll have to split them into parts this time.

Enjoy! :)

[No Hero] 1-2: Help the master learn to sing

Dear Father:

I must confess that I have committed an unpardonable mistake: during the first week of work, I burned the young master’s soup and bread. If you were to know, you would most likely severely scold me as an incapable child!

Please bless me from the skies, so that I will not err again.

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"It's alright! The steak is very good! The parfait is also delicious!"

This time, it was the young master’s turn to comfort me.

I cannot let the master comfort me. I forced myself to regain my senses and said, “Young master, I will go call a taxi. The karaoke is slightly far from here.”

The young master shook his head. “There’s no need. We can ride the motorcycles; I have two of them.”

Two? That probably means the motorcycles in the workroom. But, I thought those for decoration? I asked a bit uncertainly, “But, how is the young master going to bring them downstairs?”

The young master said confidently, “There’s an elevator inside the workroom.”

It looks like this house’s secrets are more than I had thought. I have been cleaning the workroom for a week, yet I completely did not see any elevator inside.

“Very well. But, Charles does not have a motorcycle license. He may have to inconvenience the young master to take Charles for a ride.”

The young master looked at me uncertainly, and asked, “License? I don’t have that kind of thing either. If you don’t have it, it should be fine, right?”

[No Hero] 1-1: Diligently become familiar with working environment

Dear father:

It is currently the year 2112. I have finally found a job as a butler, and furthermore my master is not a member of the mafia. Ah, according to what my master says, he isn’t a member of a mafia. Thus, this really is a memorable year.

Please watch over me from heaven. This time, I can become a true butler.

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After I agreed to become his butler, I was no longer Daren’s equal. Thus, I said respectfully, “Then, venerable master, there are some things I should first inform you…”

After hearing the address, Daren started to laugh. He said jokingly, “Do I look old?”

True, calling a barely twenty years old young man “venerable master” felt slightly unusual. I could only ask, “Then, may I ask who are some of the important people in the household?”

[No Hero] - Prologue

I walked under the moonlight.

It was midnight, but the streets were far from peaceful. Colorful neon lights flashed so brightly that they hurt my eyes, and although the crowds were not necessarily less than the crowds during the day, they were definitely more lively. They did not seem to understand why the night was supposed be used for sleep.

The night turns terror into violence.

The bodies of people in the crowd were not completely whole. Some had a robotic prosthetic arm; some had mechanical legs; some had a clear cover on the top of their head, inside of which was not the brain, but control cords; and some had an entire upper body that was robotic.

But, their faces did not carry any hint of regret or shame. Instead, they proudly showed off their prosthetics to each other.

Using fighting.

[summary] No hero (非關英雄) by Yu Wo (御我) translation

SUMMARY

My name is Charles Andres. Profession: butler. Currently unemployed.

I was born into an old family of butlers, undergoing the most difficult and severe training. If I claim that I'm only an alright butler, then there's probably no one in the world who can claim that they are a perfect butler.

Even so, I'm always looking for employment. However, this isn't because of a problem with my skills, but because of what I am.

I am a vampire.

Finally, I've found a young master who absolutely does not discriminate about this, but, just when I am enjoying the life of a butler, I've slowly come to realize that my young master is also not a normal human...

Dear father in heaven. Please watch over your only child, letting an abnormal young master and a vampire butler live a normal life!

Sincerely,

Your son, Charles Andres

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