Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Steely Knives
I thought I won the lottery when a job to join an S-rank group of adventurers appeared….
But how can a group be this strong yet this incompetent !?
“If I needed a fire dagger, ice blade, or wind slicer, I could conjure them myself, since I am a mage, ” I explained. “I need a regular knife— metal— preferably of the steely variety to cook!”
The group of idiots summon random sharp objects of gold, mithril, and orichalcum. All of them are unusable for chopping food.
…That’s it, if we don’t starve to death, I’m changing careers.