I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 72

Volume 8: Royal Adventurer Academy Arc (2)

Episode 72: First Aid

The long break ended, and the second semester began.

Seneca continued her days of relentless training.

Her routine remained unchanged.

Once a week, she attended Attalos’ class, deepening her interactions with the students of the S-Class. The first half of the week was devoted to school lessons, while the latter half focused on her activities as an adventurer. This cycle repeated itself.

However, the substance of her days had begun to shift.

Seneca harbored a growing concern that she might eventually hit a ceiling if she simply continued training as she was.

She could feel her own growth. However, her skill was still 【Sewing】, and unless she developed techniques to apply it in combat, she would inevitably face limitations.

Perhaps she was being overly anxious, but preparing for the long term would become necessary sooner or later. That was why she started taking lectures that, at first glance, seemed unrelated to her. Whether they would prove useful remained uncertain.

Recently, after finishing her lessons, she would set aside time to think. She racked her brain, contemplating her future.

After days of deep thought, a memory surfaced—Yuria’s words.

“No one has ever succeeded without facing their skill head-on.”

Seneca felt a deep certainty that these words were true. Resolving to return to her roots, she decided to confront her skill once more. She recalled the moment she had received that advice. At the time, she had been feeling cornered.

After acquiring her skill, she had initially focused on sewing fabric. Then, as she progressed, she started stitching leather, which led to an increase in her skill level.

Memories of the past flooded her mind.

“Ah!”

As she retraced her past, she suddenly remembered something—an endeavor she had left unfinished.

With newfound enthusiasm, she set off toward the royal capital’s forest.

Seneca was a girl who learned.

Thus, she did not repeat past mistakes.

After hunting down a kobold in the forest, she properly processed it before placing it in a bag and bringing it back to the Adventurer Academy.

And now, she stood in the academy’s dissection room, facing the kobold’s corpse.

Seneca took out her 【Mana Needle】  and, with single-minded focus, began stitching the kobold. She sewed its mouth, eyelids, nose—every stitchable part.

It was like something straight out of a dark fairy tale.

Previously, she had been careless about being seen. Her first attempt had taken place in the open, forcing her to stop.

This time, she had taken precautions and was fully prepared. However, in doing so within a closed room, she remained oblivious to how much more sinister her actions appeared.

Back then, she had felt that by continuously stitching monsters, she might uncover something.

Now, after a long time, she was stitching a kobold again—and she could feel her progress.

Her sewing speed had increased. She could now sew the upper and lower lips together in an instant. Her sewings were cleaner, more precise.

Even when she let go and controlled the needle remotely, she could still sew at an exceptional pace, albeit slightly slower.

Thus, Seneca continued hunting monsters and beasts, bringing them back to the dissection room, where she sews their bodies for days on end.

That day, there was a lecture on the basics of first aid.

Injuries were an inevitable part of an adventurer’s life, making it invaluable to learn how to treat them. Proper treatment, combined with healing magic, greatly increased the chances of recovery.

Early lessons focused on handling severe conditions—training students rigorously on how to act when they themselves were injured or when they found an injured person.

As the course progressed, the focus shifted from general principles to more specialized topics. Today’s lesson was about treating cuts and lacerations.

Cuts were common.

Big or small, adventurers were constantly at risk of getting cut.

The general rule was simple: minor cuts could be ignored, while deep wounds required potions. As long as one was wary of poison, a suitable potion would take care of most injuries.

However, precisely because potions were so effective, it was crucial to prepare for situations where they weren’t available. That was the core purpose of their lecture.

Many students, including those from the S-Class, took their class to hone their knowledge and practical skills.

The instructor today was a former adventurer, one who had spent years specializing in rapid first response—rushing to injured comrades on the battlefield and administering emergency treatment.

“For deep lacerations, one method of treatment is to stitch the wound closed. It is effective even when potions are unavailable, and even when potions are available, stitching can enhance their healing effects.”

Upon hearing those words, Seneca muttered under her breath, “Eh?”

The only one who heard her was Maior, seated beside her.

Seneca focused all her attention on the instructor’s lecture.

It had certainly been a blind spot. She knew that sealing a large wound before applying a potion was beneficial, but she had never connected it to her own skill.

Seneca felt a slight twinge of regret, but now that she knew, the knowledge was her to use.

After diligently participating in the hands-on practice following the lecture, Seneca excitedly spoke to Maior.

“Hey, Maior! Sewing can be used for first aid! That means my skill might actually be useful for this, right? Do you know anyone well-versed in this kind of thing?”

“It’d be best to ask Secunda-senpai from the second year. I’ve heard she’s knowledgeable about field treatment.”

“Thanks! You’re amazing, Maior!”

With a speed that almost seemed to leave a whoosh sound behind, Seneca dashed out of the classroom.

Maior, having anticipated the question just from the look on Seneca’s face during the lecture, responded instantly. Satisfied, she brushed her hair back with a flourish.

“But I bet Seneca has no idea where Secunda-senpai actually is.”

With that, Maior started considering the next step.

After that, Seneca ran all over campus searching for Secunda-senpai but couldn’t find her.

Feeling a little regretful about her lack of foresight, she returned to the dormitory.

“Oh, Seneca. Maior was looking for you earlier.”

Gaia, who was in the room, informed her. Without hesitation, Seneca headed next door.

“Maior, you here?”

“Oh, Seneca.”

Maior came to the door.

“I couldn’t find Secunda-senpai…”

“Ah, I see. But don’t worry. Secunda-senpai is on the dormitory committee, so you’ll definitely run into her on her duty days.”

“I see… In that case, I need to find out when her duty days are.”

Hearing that, Maior pulled out the committee’s duty schedule and handed it to Seneca.

Seneca’s face showed surprise.

“I thought ahead and got it in advance. It seemed like something useful for combat… but I don’t think it’s a good habit for everyday life, so I’ll just keep it as a thought process next time.”

With a beaming smile, Seneca replied,

“Maior, you’re amazing. You’re always finding new ways to improve.”

Watching Seneca take the schedule and return to her room, Maior murmured,

“…That’s you, Seneca.”

Letting out a slow breath, Maior picked up her sword, deciding that her training for the day would be more intense than usual.