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Kael read it three times as the campfire crackled behind him. Synergy. That was the word they used after he had calculated the exact angle for a Ricochet Arrow to pierce a Lich’s phylactery through three walls of bone. Synergy was what they claimed he lacked when he suggested rationing the high-grade mana potions instead of letting the mage use them as chasers for his morning ale.

But clever poor people don’t just survive.

The Hero’s party didn’t know that the “minor dungeon of negligible threat” was actually the abandoned laboratory of a miserly Archmage who had hidden his fortune in puzzles no noble-born fighter could solve. They didn’t know that Kael had been decoding the napkin map for six months, using their campfire hours to memorize patterns while they slept. Raw chapter 46.1 YUUSHA PARTY O OIDA SARETA KIYOU BINBOU

He was the “Kiyou Binbou”—the clever poor person. The one who could stretch a single copper piece into a week’s worth of trail rations. The one who could repair a torn leather boot with tar, spider silk, and sheer desperation. The one who never had the right bloodline, the blessed lineage, or the flashy天赋—but who always, always kept the party alive.

They kicked out the clever poor person.

They didn’t want clever. They wanted shiny.

“Let’s see how long he lasts alone,” the Mage said, loud enough for Kael to hear. “Poor people don’t become heroes. They become footnotes.” Kael read it three times as the campfire crackled behind him

They compound .