Arifureta: From Commonplace to World's Strongest Volume 6

everything will be just fine, Kouki-kun!” Their attempts at
reassuring Kouki only made things worse

How is anything going to be okay!? Kouki thought
painfully to himself. He didn’t register Suzu smacking
Ryutarou over the head, or Eri trying her best to comfort
him, or Shizuku looking tiredly up at the ceiling. That was
how bad his depression was.

Suddenly, with the determination of someone resolved to
go to battle and never come back, Suzu stood up.

“I-I’ll give him a one-liner that’ll definitely make him
laugh!”

The others looked over at Suzu in awe. What a hero! Suzu
shrugged off their stares, and resolved to prove that she
could cheer people up even in this gloomy atmosphere.

“Hmm, where did they go? I can’t find them! I could have
sworn I took them with me on this trip, but they’re not
here!” Suzu started patting her clothes and looking around
the carriage. As always, Kouki was unable to ignore
someone in need. He looked over at Suzu, momentarily
returning to the real world.

“Suzu, what did you—“
“I just can’t seem to find my boobs!” Suzu said in an
exaggerated manner, patting her own sadly flat chest. For a
one-shot gag, it was pretty painful. Silence filled the
carriage. Time itself stopped. The only thing anyone could
hear was the soft clopping of the horse’s hooves.
“I’m sorry for being born.” Suzu slumped back into her
seat. She leaned her head back against the carriage wall
and stared at the ceiling with dead eyes. She’d completely
self-destructed.
“H-Hey Suzu, are you alright?”
“Next up, please enjoy Ryutarou-kun’s attempt to do
impersonations.”
“What!?” Ryutarou’s reward for his concern was being
volunteered to be next up on the chopping block. If Suzu
was going to die, she’d make sure to take everyone down

with her. Eri backed away from her friend in horror. Ryutarou
sat in his seat, cold sweat pouring down his back. But when
Kouki once again looked out the window with dead eyes, he
made up his mind and stood up.

“O-Okay, fine, I’ll do my best impression of Colonel
William Stuart!” Ryutarou sucked in a deep breath and
flexed, showing off the full glory of his considerable
muscles. For those who didn’t know, Stuart was from a
certain film known as Die Hard. Ryutarou got even more into
his act and flexed even harder. However, it was not as well
received as he would have liked.

“This is too macho for me.”
“S-Sorry, I can’t bear to look.”
“It hurts to breathe.”
Suzu, Eri, and Shizuku all glared at Ryutarou. It appeared
his impersonation had brought the girls nothing but pain.
“I’m sorry for being born.” Ryutarou collapsed into his
seat. He looked out the window with the same dead eyes as
Kouki.
“Eririn... You’ll have to carry on our will.”
“Suzu!? I thought we were friends!” Eri shot Suzu, who
was still gazing blankly at the ceiling, a murderous glare.
She was asking for the impossible! However, it appeared
Suzu and Ryutarou’s sacrifices hadn’t been in vain. Kouki
finally turned around and focused on Eri. It seemed with one
more push, they might really be able to bring the hero back
to normal.
“Very well... I shall sing!” Eri raised her hands to her
mouth, as if she were holding an imaginary mike, and began
singing in a beautiful voice. Her pitch was perfect, and she
had a great sense of rhythm. It was the kind of voice that
enthralled people. Or it would have been, had she not
picked one of the most depressing love songs known to
man.
“Th-Thank you for being such a silent and attentive
audience.”

They’d been silent alright. In fact, they were deathly pale.
Despair, loneliness, and other negative emotions had
sapped their mental fortitude. Kouki looked as if he’d aged
ten years. Eri’s proud smile faded as she saw the effect her
singing had wrought on her audience. She quietly plopped
back into her seat and hid her expression behind her
glasses. Things weren’t looking good.

“Shizushizu, you’re the only one left now,” Suzu mumbled
in despair. Shizuku, who’d been desperately trying to hide
her presence, jumped. Timidly, she raised her head to see
everyone but Kouki staring at her. “You don’t think really
you’re the only one who gets to get out of this, do you?”
their gazes seemed to say. Tears pooling in her eyes,
Shizuku got to her feet. She covered both of her eyes with
her ponytail, and said in a high falsetto,

“Eh, Nagumo-kun did? I don’t believe it! He always
seemed like a quiet, low profile kind of guy.”

“......”
It appeared Shizuku was acting out a fake interview with
the other students.
“Nagumooo...” Kouki groaned. He had wanted to forget
all about Hajime, but now he couldn’t.
Why the hell did you have to bring HIM up!? Suzu and the
others glared at Shizuku. Trembling, Shizuku slumped to her
knees and wrapped her arms around herself. Her ponytail
was still covering her eyes. Now she was the one who
wished she could crawl into a hole and die. In the end,
nothing but corpses remained inside the carriage. The only
thing that could be heard was the steady clopping of the
horse.
A few hours later, the group stopped for a rest.
Nagayama and the others got out of their respective
carriages to stretch their limbs a little. When they noticed
no one was coming out of Kouki’s carriage they grew
curious.
“What happened to them?” Meld wondered aloud, and

approached their carriage. Though he knocked on the door
and called everyone’s names, no one came out. A little
worried, Meld pulled open the door and peeked inside.

“Wh-What happened to you guys!? Why do you all look so
dead!? Guards, guards! Kouki and the others need medical
attention! Who’s the best healer here!?” Meld panicked and
ran to find a healer.

Arifureta Folk Tales ~The Honest
Woodcutter~

One day, a woodcutter was cutting down trees near a
certain spring. He had with him his trusty magic-powered
azantium chainsaw. His chainsaw made a loud buzzing noise
as it cut through trees like a hot knife through butter. With
his trusty chainsaw, the young man could chop down
anything he pleased, whether it be boulders or steel walls. A
tool like this would be just as useful on a battlefield as it was
in a forest. Anyone who wielded it would be able to mow
down hordes of soldiers with ease. Swords, shields, and
even plate armor would be unable to withstand its might.

As for why a mere woodcutter possessed such a powerful
tool, well, it’s not important. Why he was still just a
woodcutter despite having the ability to be far more was
also not important.

With a resounding crash, one of the trees fell to the
ground.

“Phew, looks like work went well today, too.” Today’s job
was done. It had only taken the young man five minutes,
but he still wiped a bead of imaginary sweat off his brow.
Just then, he sensed something trying to kill him!

“Tch, die you worthless mutt!” He let loose a string of
violent curses that one wouldn’t expect to hear from a
village woodcutter. The young man then pulled loose an L-
shaped piece of metal from his pocket and took aim. A

second later, a streak of red light was set loose through the
trees. There sure were a lot of things being set loose today.

The last thing to come loose was the head of the “mutt”
he’d shot at, a wolf-like monster that had been hiding in a
nearby thicket. The moment the streak of light hit its head,
it blew clean off.

Still, there wasn’t just one wolf aiming for the young
man’s life. He fired off a series of flashes that brutally
obliterated the entire pack. The scene was gruesome
enough that it should have been censored. The peaceful
forest was dyed red with the blood of monsters.

“Tch, as always, all you’ve got on your side is numbers.
Hm? Shit, the goods!” Until now, the young devil who’d
been painting the forest red had been perfectly composed.
However, he lost his cool when he noticed one of the wolves
sneaking up to his precious goods.

By goods, he of course meant the splendid tree he’d just
chopped down. The monster then heartlessly activated its
special magic and shot a fireball at the tree. Even if the
woodcutter slaughtered the monster now, his tree would be
burnt beyond recognition. The woodcutter flung his L-
shaped weapon to the side, raised his chainsaw in both
hands, and charged toward the fireball.

“Like hell I’ll let you!” With a spirited cry, the woodcutter
swung his chainsaw down and split the fireball in two. He
then swung it back up, slicing right through the wolf’s
stomach. Another red flower blossomed amidst the green
trees.

“Phew, I made it... Oh yeah...” Once again wiping an
imaginary bead of sweat off his brow, the woodcutter looked
about for the weapon he’d thrown earlier. When his gaze
passed over the spring, he noticed there were ripples in the
previously still water.

“Crap! I can’t believe I threw it right into the spring!”
The woodcutter walked over to the edge of the spring.
Seeing as he couldn’t find his weapon anywhere else, it was

likely it had fallen in. He slumped his shoulders and sighed.
“Man, what do I do? Without that, it’ll take more time to

annihilate monsters and thieves. God, what a pain.”
The spring was both wide and deep. Diving to the bottom

to search for his weapon would take considerable time and
effort.

“Maybe I should just throw a bunch of burning taur down
there and vaporize the spring.”

The woodcutter muttered ominously. Taur burned at an
impressive 3000 degrees Celsius, so it would certainly be
possible. The spring suddenly began to sparkle, as if
reacting to the woodcutter’s terrifying remarks. Surprised,
the man turned on his chainsaw and got ready to fight. From
within the spring’s depths, a person emerged.

“Wow…” The usually curt and cruel woodcutter gasped in
wonder. That was just how beautiful the goddess who had
emerged from the spring was. Nothing could match her
splendor. Her golden-blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight.
Her long eyelashes and deep crimson eyes captivated all
who gazed upon her. Her porcelain-white skin was tinged
with the faintest of blushes. She appeared to be no more
than twelve or thirteen years old, but her passionate gaze
and seductive smile made her seem much older. She was
quite the captivating goddess. Her slender limbs peeked out
from a pure white gown. When she spotted the woodcutter,
the goddess crouched down in front of him. She then thrust
both hands into the spring and pulled something out with
each. The woodcutter had expected her to use magic, not
something as mundane as her own two hands.

“Is this your crafty rabbit? Or is this your perverted
priestess?”

The woodcutter didn’t know how to respond. The goddess
had just pulled two people out of the spring. One had bunny
ears growing out of her head, while the other was dressed in
priestess robes. They were both soaked through and
seemed rather miffed at being held up by their collars. From

the sound of it, the goddess had plunged them into the
spring against their will. It seemed this was a goddess who
kidnapped people.

“Ugh. Hey you, mister with the chainsaw. Won’t you
please pick this poor rabbit? If you do, I’ll devote these
bunny ears to you for life!”

The woodcutter wasn’t quite sure what it meant to have
bunny ears devoted to him, but he certainly was tempted.
The bunny girl had an impressive bust size, and she made
sure to emphasize it while pleading the young man.

I see now, she definitely is crafty.
“U-Umm, you over there! The guy who turned this
peaceful forest into a battlefield, I mean. Do you think you
could help me? If you pick me, I’ll do anything you ask!”
The woodcutter wasn’t sure what she was expecting him
to ask of her, but he could tell by her blushing and fidgeting
that it wasn’t anything wholesome. The priestess buried her
face in her hands, but continued peeking coyly through her
fingers at the woodcutter.
I see now, she’s definitely a pervert.
“I didn’t drop anything living into the spring, you know.”
“Huh!?”
The crafty bunny girl and perverted priestess looked at
him in shock.
“Mmm... I suppose that’s understandable. We don’t need
these, then.”
“Hey, don’t you think that’s a little rude!?”
“Y-You’re so mean, Ha—”
The goddess dumped both of them back into the spring.
They didn’t come back up.
“Then, is this your—”
“Oh, is it my turn already? Very well, Master. Please insult
—”
“Next.” The goddess dropped what she picked up before
the woodcutter even had a good chance to look at it. From
the quick glimpse he’d gotten, he assumed it was some

strange creature. The goddess stuck her hand into the
spring once more and fished around. After a while, it
seemed she found what she was looking for and pulled her
hand back out.

“Mmm... Is this your thirty-five centimeter long, taur-
made, azantium-coated, Lightning Field-powered, six shot
revolver capable of railgun-enhanced shots and named after
the German word for thunder, aka Donner?”

What a frighteningly detailed description. It was hard to
believe she’d seen it for the first time with how accurate it
was. It was almost as if this goddess had been watching the
woodcutter all this time.

The woodcutter’s expression stiffened. He was realizing,
perhaps a little too late, that this goddess was dangerous.
Chills ran down his spine, and he opened his mouth to say
that it was indeed his. However, the goddess interrupted
him before he could.

“Or...” She took her empty hand and placed it elegantly
on her own chest.

“Is this your goddess?”
“Like I said, I didn’t drop anything living into that spring.”
The woodcutter retorted. The goddess narrowed her eyes.
That was the look of a hunter eyeing her prey.
“This is your goddess, isn’t it?” Now she was pushing
herself onto the woodcutter. However, he wasn’t one to be
swayed that easily.
“No, I dropped Donner into there. The gun you’re hiding
behind your back. Please give it back to me. Hey, wait, don’t
throw it away! What? I have to pick you if I want it back?
Now you’re just blackmailing me!”
The goddess attempted to throw Donner back into the
spring, tears in her eyes, while the woodcutter did
everything in his power to stop her. Sounds of their life and
death struggle resounded throughout the woods. In the end,
their tale ended just how it was meant to according to
folklore. For his honesty, the woodcutter received

everything the goddess had offered him before. That, of
course, meant he received both his revolver and a smiling
goddess.



Table of Contents

Cover
Color Illustrations
Prologue
Chapter I: A Disturbing Darkness
Chapter II: Invasion of the Capital
Chapter III: God’s Apostle
Chapter IV: Betrayal
Chapter V: The Events of a Single Day
Epilogue
Extra Chapter: The Secret Society, “Soul Sisters.”

Afterword
Bonus Short Stories
Bonus Illustration

About J-Novel Club
Copyright

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Arifureta: From Commonplace to World’s Strongest Vol. 6
by Ryo Shirakome

Translated by Ningen Edited by DxS

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places,
and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or
are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events,
locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 Ryo Shirakome Illustrations by Takaya-
ki

Cover illustration by Takaya-ki All rights reserved.

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