Entering a Company From Another World! – Chapter 9

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I will use that as my strength to continue posting.

Today, I will only be updating with one chapter.

Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation: Dungeon Tester (full-time employee).
Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class).
Role: Warrior.

“MEIYAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

I split the Wood Puppet in two with a diagonal slash, then, using the technique of Tsubame-gaeshi,
“DUUUUUUEIYAH!!!”
I cut it into a cross shape, ensuring it was finished.

“Can I go soon?”

I no longer feel the threat I sensed at first. I had gradually become stronger, a fact I was aware of, but that last battle went better than I had expected. I emerged without a scratch, and while I initially struggled with multi-opponent battles, I’ve now developed the sense to bring them down to one-on-one if I’m careful about my positioning.
The instructors would probably tell me not to get arrogant if they saw me like this.

“Tomorrow is Friday, that’s perfect.”

Still, the desire to challenge it surfaces. On the paper, which I’ve redrawn multiple times, a map of the first floor of the Kiō’s Dungeon has finally taken a recognizable shape. It’s not complete, but everything except the area beyond that plaza is done.

“It certainly looks like there’s a path leading further in beyond there.”
Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense as a Dungeon. It’s been three weeks since I started entering Dungeons. I’ve been checking the rankings since the first week they were posted, but naturally, I’m not ranked. The members tackling Dungeons as a group are achieving better results than me, who tackles them individually.
However, for some reason, no party has been able to conquer the first floor of the Oni King’s Dungeon, which is the one we are all challenging. The difference in power isn’t clear, but it’s certain that the gap isn’t insurmountable.

“Shall I try something a little reckless?”
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I’m aware that I’ve been avoiding him, not out of fear, but perhaps due to a different kind of feeling than a mere aversion, ever since my first escape. The fact that I’ve finished mapping everywhere else is a good trigger.

“If I’m going to challenge it, it’ll be on Friday.”
With that, I make up my mind. Dreaming of a two-day weekend, I’ve basically made Saturdays and Sundays my days off. If I push myself a little tomorrow, it won’t affect me the following week, I reasoned as I built my schedule. I don’t stop picking up magic stones during this time. My small bag is already jingling with a sufficient amount of magic stones.

“Then, I should head back to prepare.”
The time is just right. To prepare for tomorrow, I’ll call it a day.

After safely escaping the Dungeon, the things I need to do are creating the report – which is my work, of course – along with maintaining my weapons and armor, and having a drink. I lead a rather uninspired life, but compared to my previous life where I went home only to sleep, this is much more fulfilling.

“Did you get thinner?”
And now, while I’m taking care of my companion, the Ore Tree, it’s unavoidable that I find myself talking to it as if it were a person. It’s been three weeks since I started using it, and it looks nothing like when I first bought it. I was told it would grow, but can a reduction in surface area be considered growth?

“It looks like a large kitchen knife.”
A kitchen knife isn’t usually this long and thin, but if I extended the handle and attached a slightly thin blade, it would resemble my current weapon. The originally glossy gray blade is now slightly darkened. It gives the impression of being gradually dyed deeper rather than being dirty, which I assume means it’s growing. It’s similar to the surface of a non-stick frying pan, but I stop polishing the blade, thinking that comparing it to cookware isn’t quite right. The surface I’m polishing with a cloth made from the silk of the Magic Silkworm monster is clean.

“They said to channel magic into it. Was this the right way?”
Compared to the initial iron plate longsword, it appears to have improved significantly. I can see clear signs of change, so I think it’s fine, but if the growth stops, it will simply become an expensive blunt instrument. I’m not a parent worried about their child’s growth, but I do worry about the money I’ve invested.

“I can’t use magic, so I can’t send elemental magic, and I’m channeling magic using the same method as a status confirmation app.”
I asked the weapon shop owner, Hands, about it, but it seems there’s almost no historical record left, so I’m completely feeling my way through this. Most people apparently give up halfway and just plant them in their gardens, leaving them to neglect. While they’re all called Ore Trees, they’re like humans; their growth varies greatly. Sometimes they grow at a visible rate, and other times it takes thousands of years.

“I’d prefer it if it happened while I’m still alive, please?”
I certainly can’t witness growth that takes hundreds or thousands of years. Having bought it, I do want to see its fully grown form.

“I should polish it a bit more.”
I resume my polishing, working carefully. Having given up on quitting smoking, I polish it carefully, taking care not to drop ash on my weapons or armor while smoking.

“Come on, partner.”
Who was it that said weapons are things you entrust your life to? I continued the maintenance that night until I felt sleepy.

Early in the morning, I pack my gear into a rucksack at a department store basement shop.
“You’re buying a lot today.”
“Ah, I’m planning to venture a bit deeper today.”
“I see. Is that why?”
“What? You sound like you have something else in mind.”
It’s the usual cold response. Well, I’ve gotten used to it and find it has its own charm, but I think it’s a poor customer service response for a first-time encounter. I buy healing potions, bandages, rope, a large cloth, a hand axe, a dagger, preserved food, drinking water, a pot, and seasonings. It looks like I’m going on a survival expedition somewhere.
Well, since I’m challenging a dungeon, this preparation should be correct.

“No, it doesn’t have any deep meaning, it’s just…”
“Just?”

Memoria, who had been serving me with a red teacup in hand since I entered the store, placed the cup on the saucer and turned her gaze towards me.
At times like these, she tends to give me quite important information.
I stopped organizing the goods I had bought and faced her.

“Being cautious is fine, but I’ll just say to be careful not to tap the stone bridge too much and break it.”
“That’s quite abstract this time.”

Normally, she would explain things more concretely, even if it meant less information. This time, I understood she was indirectly telling me to be careful, but conversely, I couldn’t figure out anything beyond that.

“I believe you will understand the meaning of this, which is why I’ve only said this much.”
“I appreciate the warning, but if possible, please make it a little clearer.”

I said, “Since I’m a regular, you know.” This time, instead of words, she responded with a sigh.

“You’ll understand when you carry it.”

This time, she said it clearly, as if reluctantly telling a poorly performing student the answer, without making eye contact.

“I see.”

Following her words, I tried shouldering the pack which was somewhat organized, and then I understood the reason.

“It’s hard to move.”
“It is.”
“It’s hard to fight.”
“Furthermore, you’ll probably lose about half of it without even using it.”

The oversized luggage didn’t feel like much weight to my strengthened body, but considering my vision, centrifugal force, and the noise it made when I moved, it made me considerably less mobile than before.
Furthermore, Memoria’s words made me imagine all sorts of items being discarded during battles and crushed by Golems.

“…Can I return it?”
“We don’t accept returns, so please understand.”

Even supermarkets allow returns with a receipt, but this shop doesn’t.
I didn’t want to feel the disparity of the Otherworld in such a mundane aspect.

“…I have no choice.”

Well, fortunately, they are all long-lasting items, so I can consume them slowly.
Glancing over at the organized glass case, I saw a variety of small waist pouches lined up.
These were magic bags.
The prices were all high, with even the cheapest ones exceeding two million.

“If I save up from my work, how long will it take to buy one of those?”
“It will take three years. As you progress deeper, you’ll be able to earn more, so it’s rare for it to take that long.”

Considering her appearance and personality, you might find it surprising, but she is diligent.
She probably gave me a rough estimate in response to my words while looking at the cheapest bag.
My daily earnings are about five thousand at most, and a little over a thousand at least.
On average, it’s around two to three thousand yen.
Working five days a week from Monday to Friday, assuming twenty working days, and estimating three thousand yen per day, that’s sixty thousand yen per month, or seven hundred and twenty thousand yen per year. It looks like I’d have to plan for three years to buy one.
This is also assuming I save every single yen.
In reality, I would have expenses like consumables, food, maintenance, and savings for new equipment. Deducting these miscellaneous expenses, there would be nothing left from the amount I earned in the dungeon.

If I were to calculate only based on commission, I might be able to save up faster by using my base salary as well.

“I guess this will be my partner for a while.”

Resigned, I looked down at the backpack to which I had become accustomed over the past few weeks.

“It suits you.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
“…”
“You were serious.”

Saying that the backpack was my partner was, in a way, a self-imposed reminder to curb my spending.
So, I inadvertently thought her words were sarcastic, but she was genuinely offering me praise.
Her reaction made me feel a bit embarrassed, and as a way to hide it, I quickly put on the backpack.

“Shall we go?”
“Please be careful.”

I finished my preparations, packing a few items in smaller portions, a slight increase from usual, to the extent that it wouldn’t hinder my movement, and decided to leave the rest in the room. I gave Memoria a short reply and set off for today’s dungeon challenge.

“Hey, we meet again.”

Upon entering the dungeon, my infiltration proceeded smoothly.
After cutting down Wood Puppets and Wood Kids, I took a break for hydration and reached the plaza faster than before.
And then, either because they were fixed in place, or by luck, or in this case, bad luck, a Wood Puppet I recognized, a Blood type Wood Puppet with blade-like hands, stood in my way.
And just like before, the Wooden Golem, which had been squatting in the center, also began to stir its massive body.
Unlike last time, I didn’t rush to get into a defensive stance.
I slowly and calmly assumed a ready position.
The puppets and kids, their numbers increasing with a clattering sound, and the Golem, raising its colossal body with a thud.

“Alright, revenge, here I cooooooome!!!!!”

I was the one to sound the call to war.
At first, I considered finishing it all at once with a surprise attack, but that thought quickly disappeared.
From an efficiency standpoint, as a solo fighter, I needed to reduce their numbers with a surprise attack and minimize the danger.
It’s the same with work. The more work there is, the more troublesome the work, the more I need to consider efficiency.
If I think about the procedure that will allow me to finish quickly and reliably, I can gain leeway in terms of time, stamina, and mental fortitude.
Unless I was so overwhelmingly strong that a mere swing of my sword would obliterate my opponents, with my current strength, where I can only defeat them with a single strike, engaging such a large group head-on in this manner is extremely inefficient.
“But still!!”

This is what I must do!

“A man has to!!”

I choose to—

The reason for choosing this path is utter foolishness. As I said at first, it’s revenge. I simply didn’t want to involve the word “ambush.” That’s all. I want to overcome and make up for running away with my back turned last time by confronting it head-on. That simple, stubborn pride as a man was what drove me.

After plunging into the swarm of Wood Puppets as if I were leaping, it became a free-for-all. I chopped, slashed, thrust, punched, kicked, blocked, dodged, threw, and defended. While cautiously paying attention to the Blood Wood Puppets and Wood Golems that occasionally attacked, I eliminated the weak enemies one after another.

“Meyaaaaaah!!!!”

The wreckage scattered across the ground, and I cut through the space where it all turned into magic particles. It was incredibly easy to finish off the last Wood Puppet with an irregular downward slash while tilting my body to the left.

“Well, I’ve brought it back to the same state as last time.”

My breath wasn’t even labored. This was the result of focusing solely on how to apply force, how to avoid tiring out my body, and how to efficiently exert power without wasting excess stamina. The most terrifying thing in a dungeon is exhaustion. If I can’t move, I, being alone, will be killed immediately. Moreover, even if I try to challenge something, I can’t fight at full power when I’m utterly exhausted, and I’ll lose.

“Next, you know what it is, right?”

This battle, not in peak condition but in a better state than I anticipated, allowed me to challenge it with better circumstances than I had imagined. The rest is self-explanatory. As if they didn’t need any waiting, the remaining two, with their light steps and deep, rumbling footsteps, charged at me the moment I slowly raised and readied the tip of my sword.

“Haaah.”

I took a deep breath.

“Kieiyahhh!!!!”

I let out a roar from the depths of my belly, intending to shake the very air. This action was merely to psych myself up. The first to charge towards me was a Wood Puppet, a Blood type, but an inorganic lifeform with no concept of fear. Naturally, it was unfazed by my fierce roar and raised its sword-like arm to bring it down on me. But before that, a mass of steel severed that arm.

“Finally, I got to see your surprised face.”

They say humans exert the most power when they shout. As I stepped forward, I yelled, and the Ore Tree, swung with all my spirit, magnificently cut through the enemy’s weapon about midway. Its wobbling retreat from the impact was like the behavior of a human witnessing something impossible, and my mouth curled into a smile. As if to match that, an arm as thick as my torso swung down with a dull, whistling sound.

“No, it’s you guys.”

I thought they were growing. In fact, while it wasn’t a dramatic improvement, compared to when I was training, my growth since entering the dungeon has been quite substantial. And this is the result.

“I never thought I’d be able to easily block it.”

They probably intended to exploit my opening. In fact, they attacked me while I was in the middle of a sideways swing, which could have been quite dangerous depending on the situation. However, the result was different. I received the attack on the flat of my blade, with my right hand merely resting on the hilt, and with that alone, I stopped the punch launched from the Wood Golem’s massive body.

“I never thought I’d be on the side that ignores the laws of physics.”

Considering the difference in weight, I should have been blown away, yet here I was, blocking it and even pushing it back bit by bit. Magic Power, the power of Magic Crests, seems to be the means to disregard the laws of physics.

“Well then, since the confirmation is complete…”

I wanted to know. How much I had grown. I knew I was growing based on numbers, but now I could finally feel it, being able to chop off the arms I desperately used to dodge and to lightly block the arms I used to swat away, rather than dodge.

“Shall we go for the win?”

It was phrased as a question, but for me, it was a declaration. I briefly relaxed my stance, then immediately pushed back against the opponent’s massive body.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!”

Then, using the slight opening created, I swung the Ore Tree, imbued with full centrifugal force, weight, and magic power. The last time I struck, it was caught by its massive arm. But—

“Guh.”

The sound that escaped was not of pain, but of elation. This time, I severed it cleanly. While I was once again aware of my lips pulling into a grin, I let the arm that fell to the side slip from my sight for a moment before immediately looking ahead. Even though I aimed for the joint, I had severed an arm more than twice as thick as that of a Wood Puppet. I wanted to praise myself for achieving this. But more than that—

“Dueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh!!!!”

I stomped on the ground and proceeded to cut off the torso, which was about three times my size.

“It cuts so cleanly!!”

I truly felt the worth of spending two million now. While my stats have grown, the Ore Tree’s growth has also been remarkable. Leaving only the lower body, the upper body of the Wood Golem slid off horizontally along the cut surface. This was the result of swinging with full force, intending to connect.

“Doseiyya!!”

And I wasn’t going to wait for it to fall naturally. I followed up with a kick to its exposed torso and stepped forward.

“First one.”

I advanced as if to crush the floor, and thrust the Ore Tree with all my might into its face. It wasn’t a declaration; it was purely a confirmation. After a single spasm, like a human having a fit, its colossal body transformed into magic particles, and I shifted my gaze away.

“Now then, let’s have a one-on-one, shall we?”
I am at a considerable physical advantage, but I won’t let my guard down and will finish this slowly and surely.

I shift my stance from middle to high, projecting not fighting spirit but killing intent, and something I’ve generated myself into the air, a component not found in the periodic table, towards my opponent.

We’re almost in range.

With one more step, and a single strike delivered with just the right amount of force, this battle will be over.

I can feel my heart pounding, whether from tension or excitement.

“Not yet, not yet,” I silence my urge to rush, measuring the distance.

“Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!”

A precise sense of where to strike sends a signal from my feet to my brain, faster than my brain can process it, my spinal cord reacts.

My body moves as if following an image that clearly shows the future.

My opponent is trying to defend.

They raise their remaining arm, sandwiching it between their body, but my single stroke, as smooth as slicing through cake, severs the torso diagonally along with the arm.

With that, this exchange is over.

I sheath my sword and create distance, feigning a follow-up, to gauge their condition, but there’s no sign of movement.

“Hoooh, this level of tension before thirty moves really takes a toll on the body.”

The feeling of disengaging from combat state is one of sudden relaxation, something I’m still not used to.

Even with my body enhanced by magic crests, what I’m doing is no different from a fight for life.

Even knowing I can be revived if I die, it shouldn’t be something my body gets accustomed to in just a month or two.

Looking around, magic stones lie scattered on the floor, with a single mannequin, its torso severed, lying there.

“No reinforcements. Haaah, a cigarette really hits the spot.”

A post-battle smoke is perfect for switching gears. The cigarette holds enough temptation to make me quit trying to quit smoking.

With a cigarette in my mouth, I cautiously approach what used to be a Blood Wood Puppet.

“Where am I supposed to take this from?”

Simply put, it’s about the size of a slender adult male. It’s possible to carry it, but it’s still human-sized, and I don’t particularly want to carry it due to its weight.

“Damn, I should have asked Memoria where I could sell this.”

Thinking in a fantasy context, there are places where it can be sold and places where it can’t.

A failure in planning, I hadn’t considered what to do after finishing the entire process.

“Well, for today, I guess I’ll take it all back.”

I can’t afford to go back and pick it up again, which would be a waste of time.

Fortunately, my backpack is almost empty, and the magic stones are mostly small and scattered, so there’s plenty of space and weight capacity.

“Will just stuffing it in work? Hmm, what’s that sound?”

As I crouch down, I notice it for the first time – a dry sound, like an analog clock ticking.

“Ya—”

I couldn’t finish saying “dangerous.”

All I could do was cover my face.

“Cough, gack, I let my guard down.”

The sensation of my body hitting the ground after the explosion, and then a cool, chilling temperature, is the last thing I feel.

The pain is so intense that my body won’t move.

I didn’t hit my head, but my hands and feet tingle, and a searing burn erupts across my front, while bruises from being thrown around prevent me from taking any further action.

“Self-destruction, is that even allowed?”

I mutter a complaint to distract myself from the pain, but inwardly, I acknowledge it’s a rational tactic.

It’s a fighting style permissible for Golem-type entities, which are not living beings.

An inanimate soldier, driven to the point where it can no longer be useful in combat, has no qualms about self-destructing due to a lack of emotion.

It’s a tactic unique to the Blood species, which can leave their bodies behind.

“Is the explosion from a magic stone?”

I felt heat, but it wasn’t gunpowder. The impact felt similar to the explosive magic Instructor Fushio used, which gives me a good idea of the cause.

“Hmph, the last time I was this messed up was during training.”

Bruises, burns, tingling extremities, and various scrapes – it’s a parade of injuries. Fortunately, nothing seems to be broken, but if you ask me if I can move quickly, the answer is no.

And even analyzing the current situation won’t make my body move without pain.

I ignore the tingling and pain in my limbs and try to get up, but I can only manage to sit back, leaning against my crooked backpack.

“Potions are all gone, aren’t they?”

The potions, liquids in glass containers, were kept in a special case, but they all shattered and are useless.

“Ugh, the ointment is broken too.”

When my readily available treatment options are gone, I check the other. Sadly, the gelatinous ointment, stored in a thick glass bottle, had also broken clean in two.

Still, it’s fortunate that there are some usable parts.

“Will a bandage soaked in potion help the wounds?”

I grimace at the discolored bandage, dripping with potions, that I pull out next, but it’s better than nothing, and not using it isn’t an option.

With my medical supplies wiped out, and the numbers in my head confirming a definite deficit, my mood sours further as I silently apply the ointment to my body.

My entire body is sticky with ointment. By the time I finish applying it and wrapping myself in bandages, except for the hard-to-reach areas, the pain has subsided enough for me to move.

Seeing this, I can only marvel at these fantasy-made medicines.

I push myself up from my backpack, releasing my weight, and feel that I can move.

At least I can be relieved that nothing feels broken.

Furthermore…

“Thanks to you being mostly unharmed, I can stay calm. I’m relieved, big brother. Well, if two million had been instantly gone from an explosion like that, I might have stormed the store.”

As I slowly walk to pick up the Ore Tree that had been blown in the opposite direction, its blade remains as pristine as my current state is the opposite.

I’ve heard stories of sometimes receiving defective products when doing business, but I’m relieved this is different.
I don’t have the confidence to escape with just hand-to-hand combat after losing my weapon.

“Now, what’s next?”

If I can retrieve my weapon, I need to move while I still have the time.
Ignoring the self-destructed doll, I look at what’s scattered around.

“The only Blood species that had the potential for high purchase self-destructed. The Wood Golem’s magic stone is only slightly larger than the puppet’s. Well, no matter how I look at it, it won’t be profitable.”

My body still hurts, but the leather pouches I managed to pick up look nice, like jewel bags at first glance, but their value is no different from a collection of marbles.
At least, today’s haul won’t even cover the damage to my backpack.

“Well, the problem is the choice between moving forward or returning.”

My body can move thanks to the medicine, but it’s far from perfect.
Fortunately, the map is intact, so I can return without a problem, but I have to be prepared for at least a two-hour journey.
And that’s under the condition that my body is in perfect condition while minimizing combat.
It seems there’s an escape device at the entrance to the next level, but from here on is unknown territory. Whether it ends in ten minutes or thirty, or if it takes longer than returning, it would be counterproductive.
If only I could have dealt with that self-destruction a little better, things would be different.

“Damn it, agonizing over what just happened is a waste of time. I should probably move before the others get here.”

I understood that my thoughts were starting to decline.
It’s like regretting what I could have done after failing at work, imagining “if.”
There’s nothing more wasteful than doing that during work and delaying my tasks.
What I need to think about now is the future. I must make quick judgments and act in this dangerous situation.
If I had companions, I would consult with them to decide.

“If I don’t have anyone, this might be a way to decide.”

I stood the Ore Tree vertically on the floor and gently let go of my hands without shaking it left or right.
I’ll proceed in the direction it falls; essentially, it’s up to chance.

“Ore Tree, you’re quite strict, aren’t you?”

The result of leaving it to fate when I couldn’t decide was that the Ore Tree fell in the direction of moving forward.

“Is it better to try and fail than to fail by not trying?”

It feels a bit different, but I’ll take the challenge with a positive attitude.
From here on, there are no recovery potions, and if I’m lucky, the exit is near.
If I’m unlucky, it might lead to a longer detour.
Even so, I’ll try not to regret my failures.

“…I’ll refrain from smoking. It feels like bad luck.”

I reached for a cigarette to calm my exhausted mind, but after one puff, I ended up self-destructing. This time, I don’t know what will appear.
I’ll proceed in silence.
The magical artifact that secures my weapon is not broken, so moving is easy, but my body seems more damaged than I thought, and it doesn’t move as I expect.

“This looks exactly like that thing, doesn’t it?”

A straight path extending from the plaza where I fought the Blood species. The road is wide and seems like a special path.

“Did I trigger a death flag?”

As expected, the place I reached after the path was an open area, as if to say, “There’s something here.”
It’s wider than the place I fought earlier, more suitable for a group to be waiting.
But I’m happy to see stairs leading upwards in my line of sight.

“As expected, that last one was a mid-boss, and this is the floor boss, right?”

Stepping across the gap between this passage and the plaza, the space closes, the BGM changes, and combat begins. It’s an RPG cliché.
Naturally,

“If that happens, I won’t be able to escape, will I?”

In Event battles, the “Escape” command cannot be selected.
If that happens, the question is whether I have a chance of winning in my current state, and honestly, it’s low.
If it’s the same enemy as before, I might still have a chance, but as an individual, I’m definitely outnumbered, and more importantly, if it’s an unknown enemy, the victory condition of information is overturned.
That would further reduce my chances of winning.

“What should I do?”

Considering returning, I turn around and look behind me.

“The retreat path is cut off! Hey!”

But perhaps I should have just gone in without looking.
The golems have clearly revived and strengthened, or so it seems. The thought of having to break through them to return makes me feel a sense of reluctance.

“A boss in front and an army at the back. This isn’t a joke!”

If I were a hero, I’d probably defeat them all easily by myself, but I’m a former salaryman who quit his job.
I haven’t awakened any convenient abilities like that.
All I can do is

“I have no choice. I guess I’ll go.”

I’ve resigned myself to it and decided to be positive.

Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend. Occupation: Dungeon Tester (Full-time Employee).
Magic Aptitude: 8 (General Class).
Rank: Warrior.

Status:
Strength: 54 → 87
Endurance: 83 → 117
Agility: 33 → 52
Stamina: 55 (-5) → 74 (-5)
Dexterity: 41 → 53
Knowledge: 33 → 36
Intuition: 10 → 14
Luck: 5 → 5
Magic Power: 50 → 70

Condition:
Nicotine Addiction
Lung Contamination

Today’s Word:
Getting used to work is important, but becoming complacent can lead to painful consequences.
I literally felt the importance of maintaining a beginner’s spirit.

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