Monster Hunter: Wild Pointer

You say you have incredible strength, but why are you so obsessed with the katana? Why not keep practicing your greatsword? Even if you're not good at timing, why not try a head-on attack? Or maybe switch to the sledgehammer!

There are also shield axes, chopping axes, and any other heavy weapons. Which one can not play to your advantages better than the katana?

Muti couldn't hear what Orlan was thinking at the moment. She just felt that swinging the shield to hit the monster was much more powerful than wielding the one-handed sword that was not even as long as her arm!

Come again!

"what!"

"boom!"

Another heavy blow, and the Sand Dragon began to sway from side to side as if it was drunk.

I feel dizzy.

Orlan opened his mouth. Although there was a saying that hitting a monster on the head with a sword and shield could cause it to be stunned, that was generally only effective against monsters of the level of the Yellow Speed ​​Dragon King.

This was the first time he had seen someone using an arm shield with a radius of only thirty to forty centimeters to knock a giant monster over thirteen meters long unconscious.

Seeing the horrific scene where Muti seemed to have opened the door to a new world, hitting the Sand Dragon's head with his shield again and again, making the Sand Dragon's mouth crooked, eyes slanted and head covered in blood, Orlan couldn't help but speed up the speed of swinging his sword.

He knew that he didn't have much time left to practice the Air Blade Slash.

Looking at the poor Sand Dragon lying motionless on the ground with its crown shattered and even its jaw smashed to pieces, Muti finally woke up from his inexplicable fanaticism.

The shield on his right arm had long lost its original appearance, leaving only a blood-stained, severely twisted iron plate.

Aolan, standing by, folded his arms and looked at her. He said unhappily, "Are you finally awake? I thought you weren't going to stop until you smashed its brains out."

"I'm sorry about this!" Muti bowed hard as if he was going to throw himself away.

Not only did he borrow someone else's weapon without permission, but he also completely tore it apart. This shield is no longer at the level of "structural damage". If it were thrown on the ground, anyone would think it was just a piece of scrap metal.

"Well, it's not a high-end weapon, it's not worth much money." Aolan said this, but he felt a little distressed in his heart. After all, he had used it for so long.

No, the shield I had been using for a long time was lost on the back of the Fengshan Dragon. This shield was made anew later.

That's fine.

He handed a bottle of recovery medicine to Muti and said, "Drink some. With your shield in such a state, your right arm must be seriously injured. Strains, bruises, and even fractures are inevitable."

Only then did Muti notice that his right arm was in so much pain that he could hardly lift it.

He took out the bandages and picked up a few dead branches nearby to bandage Muti's wound. Then, looking at the miserable-looking corpse of the Sand Dragon, Orlan couldn't help but say:

"Honestly, if you don't want to bother with the katana, just use the one-handed sword. You can even throw the sword away and just keep hitting the monster's head with the same stance you did just now, swinging your shield non-stop.

I'm afraid there aren't many three-star dangerous monsters that can withstand it."

He was joking of course, but he also sincerely felt that Muti's shield was more powerful than his sword.

Muti didn't reply, still staring at the tragically dead sand dragon in a daze.

Aolan had no choice but to stretch out his hand and wave it in front of her eyes. "Hey, come back to your senses. After you catch your breath, let's quickly strip the materials and return to camp."

There were a lot of materials on a large monster, but only a small part of them were truly suitable for making equipment. After dozens of minutes, they had completed the stripping.

The two dragged the materials back to the camp. Along the way, Muti was silent and seemed dazed.

Orlan could probably guess what she was thinking.

She spent a lot of time and energy to improve her sword skills, but in the end, it seemed that they were still no match for her own brute force smashing, which made the girl doubt her life.

This idea is of course wrong. Can a single shield strike rival the numerous sword techniques of the katana? If that were true, then the katana would have been unnecessary long ago.

But her feeling may not be wrong.

The katana might not be a particularly suitable weapon for her.

Seeing that Muti was squatting in front of the campfire in a daze like a fool, Orlan supported his knees with his hands and stood up.

Based on my understanding of this period of time, there is a simplest and most direct way to cheer this guy up.

That’s eating!

He flipped through the package containing the food, and was embarrassed to find that all the food he had prepared before leaving had been eaten up in the morning meal.

Now, apart from some condiments, there is no ingredients left in the package, including cheese and butter.

"Just stay here and I'll see if I can find something to eat."

"Yeah!" Muti came to his senses and quickly stood up, "I'll go with you."

"No, stay here. If you get distracted again, you'll fall into the mud." Orlan waved his hand to stop Muti from getting up, and left the camp alone.

Unfortunately, there is no oasis in this damn place, only a swamp that is about to dry up.

After wandering around from the afternoon to the evening, Orlan's expression was numb. Not to mention prey like herbivorous dragons, he didn't even see many green plants.

We collected quite a few things like gunpowder grass, nitrifying mushrooms, and sticky termites, but there were only a few that could be eaten.

Some wild honey, a few shriveled sea buckthorn berries, and a wrinkled wild cabbage from the wasteland.

Ao Lang helplessly took out his memo pad and flipped to the pages with the recipes. "Let me see how to eat this."

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It was already dark, and a warm campfire illuminated the hunters' camp.

Scrape out the last bit of butter from the bottom and inner wall of the butter jar, put it into the hot cast iron pan, and barely moisten the pan.

Then put the quartered cabbage into the pan and fry it. The sizzling sound from the hot oil and water, combined with the unique herbal aroma of the plant after being heated, is very tempting.

No appetite.

Muti stared at the yellow and green fried vegetables in the pot, his eyes duller than the Maruta bird tied beside him.

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It’s not that she doesn’t like vegetables. She has never been picky about food since she was a child and can eat anything. But to be honest, the appearance of this fried wild cabbage gives people the feeling that "carrying food seems to be quite delicious."

But she couldn't show it, let alone say something like "If it weren't for us, we'd just have to eat dry food."

After all, I couldn't control my appetite this morning and stuffed most of the food into my stomach. This wild cabbage was something that Oran had spent a long time looking for, so how could I have the nerve to dislike it?

"Don't worry, this is just a semi-finished product." Orlan shook the frying pan and comforted him.

He pulled out his memo and re-read the recipe to make sure he had read it correctly.

It turns out that there is a way to eat fried vegetables with honey, but the suggestion above is to use small pieces of bacon to fry the oil, then use animal oil to fry the vegetables, and finally add honey to season.

I should have left at least a piece of bacon, Olang sighed to himself.

But bacon and honey are just side dishes, and cabbage is the main ingredient. If you remove one of them, the dish should still taste good, right?

According to the recipe, cover the pot and simmer for a while to allow the water evaporated from the vegetables to soften them. After a while, lift the lid.

The pure vegetable flavor hits you in the face.

Under Muti's gaze, Orlan poured honey on it and innovatively sprinkled a few sea buckthorn berries picked on the road to make the color of the dish brighter.

"Okay, you can eat now." Orlan handed Muti a fork.

"Um"

Each of them picked up a piece of wild cabbage, which was a little burnt on the bottom due to lack of oil, brought it to their mouths and took a tentative bite.

"Hmm."

"Uh"

After chewing for a few times, both of them showed a forced smile on their faces.

How should I put it? It’s not that unpalatable to the point of being completely unpalatable. Vegetables and honey are common ingredients that we eat in daily life, and at least they don’t have any weird taste.

But to say that it is delicious is out of the question. Wild cabbage is drier and more bitter than cultivated cabbage. This dish feels like herbs with honey added.

"It tastes a bit like Recovery Potion G," Orlan sighed. "I really should prepare more ingredients next time."

"Pfft..." Muti suddenly laughed as if he couldn't help it.

She chewed faster and finished her portion of honey-fried cabbage in just a few bites. She sniffed and said, "Sorry to have worried you."

"It's okay, as long as you can cheer up." Orlan smiled and slowly ate the remaining food in the pan.

Although it doesn’t taste good, we can’t waste it.

After staring at the flickering fire in silence for a long while, Muti suddenly spoke up. "Olang, do you think I'm not suited to using a katana?"

"Yes." Orlan answered quickly and decisively.

It was so bad that even Muti felt a little aggrieved, "Is it really that inappropriate?"

"Not really. I just expressed your own thoughts for you."

Aolan wiped the dishes briefly with a clean cloth and put them away. "Many people must have told you that your physical talent is amazing.

Not to mention the most outstanding strength, the body size, limb proportions, recovery ability, endurance, and even agility are all first-class.

I don't know much about ranged weapons, so I won't comment on them, but as for melee weapons, I can guarantee that you can master any of them to a first-rate, or even super-first-rate, level."

Muti, who wasn't used to being praised, lowered his head and hummed softly, "The instructor at the training camp seemed to say the same thing."

"Right?" Orlan spread his hands. "So before we discuss whether or not the katana is right for you, I'd like to ask you, why did you choose the katana?"

There was another silence. Orlan did not urge him and let Muti think slowly.

"My parents are also hunters." After a long while, Muti finally spoke, "The katana is the weapon my mother is good at."

Aolan's face froze when he heard that. It's over. I hope he didn't step on a landmine.

After hesitating for two seconds, he asked cautiously, "Um, just to confirm, is it because of 'carrying on my mother's legacy' or something like that?"

If so, what else can I say? Just keep using it despite all the difficulties.

Muti rolled his eyes in annoyance, "No way! My parents are doing fine!"

"That's good. I almost thought you were an orphan too." Ao Lang breathed a sigh of relief.

Now it was Muti's turn to feel ashamed. She said somewhat helplessly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I've let it go a long time ago. There are still many people who care about me. There's nothing to be sad about." Orlan changed the subject, "I can guess without you saying it. Your parents must be very powerful hunters.

Oh, and you also said that you can use a greatsword, so your father's weapon is a greatsword?"

"Um"

"So your sword skills were all taught by your parents?"

"No." Muti shook his head. "My parents are very busy, and I rarely get to see them. I did learn the greatsword from my father, because I'm very strong and the greatsword moves are simple, so I learned it quickly.

But the sword techniques of the katana are too complicated, and my mother didn't have time to teach me much. I learned the sword techniques of the katana from my mother's teacher, who also took care of me when I was growing up.

"I see."

Aolan began to understand. Muti had outstanding physical talents and could learn any weapon, while her parents and the people who raised her were good at broadswords and katana.

This girl is a good kid. She doesn’t have the rebellious mentality of “I don’t want to follow my parents’ path!” She just follows what her elders teach her.

"But I'm not suitable for the greatsword." Muti's mood became depressed again, "Like I told you before, I'm not good at seizing opportunities.

When my father discovered this, he didn't say anything and comforted me by saying that I still had many options. But I could still sense his regret and disappointment.

Muti sniffed, "If I give up the katana again, Mother and Grandpa Amos will be disappointed too."

"I can probably understand your mentality." Orlan threw a piece of firewood into the campfire, "but to be honest, I think you might be overthinking it.

My teacher is good at dual swords, my other teacher is good at broadsword, and there is an even more powerful old lady who taught me the sledgehammer.

I've learned them all, but I don't plan on becoming a dual-blade user, a greatsword user, or a greatsledgehammer user, and I don't think they'll be that disappointed.

Your father should be the same.

You are his biological daughter. If you can inherit his abilities, he will certainly be very happy. If you cannot do so due to objective reasons, he will naturally feel regretful.

But even if you let him make the decision for you, he will definitely make the same choice.

The same should be true for your mother and the grandfather who raised you.

Don't think too narrowly of them. If you can forge your own path, it will definitely make them prouder than growing up following their footsteps.

You are so talented, maybe you will surpass them in the blink of an eye?"

Muti, who had gradually regained his spirits after being persuaded by Orlan, immediately shook his head frantically after hearing the last sentence.