One day, when Miles finished dinner tried to go back to the dorm, he noticed that he had forgotten something in the classroom. It is a seal given to one of the male students saying, 'I want you to read it later'.

As always, I have to take it back to my room and we all consider it and write back. The reply is a joint creation of the original: Lena, Director: Pauline, Description: Miles. The theme of the work was' Breaking My Heart '.

When Miles returned to class, there was one boy student left indoors. It seems to be practicing letters on the board when I look at it because it is somewhat gossipy at the teaching table.

"Practice letters?

"Ah, oh. It's embarrassing to do it in front of everyone in the dorm room, because with this instructor board, you don't have to pay for notebooks or ink, and you don't need a feather pen."

"Oh, I see! Smart!"

Miles was impressed with the description of the man who answered Miles' question without even looking disgusted. Speaking of which, you couldn't buy notebooks, pens or ink when you got to Eckland School, a mile I remember back in the day and feel a little intimate.

"Uh, you're a swordsman, aren't you?

"Oh. Magic, too, can be used more than life magic, but not enough to be a magician. So he fights with his sword, and he uses magic to get water out and heal, and he uses it to support him to the extent of an omelet.

That still helps a lot. Solo is a lot of trouble... "

"Solo?"

Miles wondered.

Except in special cases like my own, solos are too dangerous and inconvenient except for the extra veterans. It's not something I like to do except be a freak or a circumstance.

"Oh, me, I'm an orphan out of a slum. Oh, no, I'm not out yet, so you're an active slum resident.

So, you have to take care of the little ones, so you can't just throw a party and go somewhere.

Now I'm doing something to go check on you after dinner, go hunting on a rest day and earn some food, but if you're officially a hunter and you're at a party, you know, some long getaways, right? I can't take care of the little ones then.

Besides, if I can be C-ranked, I can take the little ones to the herb collection whenever I want to be my escort. Guild-sponsored group picking with escorts is not so frequent, and you'll need a participation fee to pay for escorts, right?

If you're with me, it's free, and I'm a hunter nearby. "

A swordsman who can use magic.

A hobbyist who stays for orphans even though he has a chance to get out of the slam.

A hard-working man trying to learn letters on his own.

Miles thought.

Now that we've started power leveling the three people at the party, the four Miles will have the top monopoly on graduation. Even if you serve the other three and put yourself at the bottom, fourth place. To be fifth, there's not enough of one.

That's when the word 'substitute vault' came to Miles' head.

"Hey, hey, isn't hunting inefficient when it's just the sword?

I have just the right magic to hunt birds and horn rabbits, don't you remember?

"Huh..."

"Something, it was too late to just pick up the seal."

"Oh, no, there were boys left in the room, so we were talking a little..."

"What, man!

"Oh, no, it's a public tale, a public tale!

Miles wave to Lena, who stripped her eyes so excitedly, that she hastily said it was nothing.

"This is the seal in question."

"All right, I'll exorcise you as usual!

"" Oh, oh! "

It was Miles and Pauline, endorsing without power.

Bail was an orphan.

I don't know my parents' faces. By the time I got my mind on it, I was already living in a slum, living in an abandoned house that was about to collapse, along with the oldest boys and girls about twelve to thirteen years old, called 'Amen' by everyone.

A few years after the first memory, your figure disappeared.

Did you die in an accident or illness, or did you become a hunter and travel somewhere?

Nobody told me that, and neither did Bayle ask anyone.

Traces of "Ah-chan" were inherited by "Upper Eye".

I remember when you were gone.

Not the worn out clothes I always wore, but after wearing beautiful clothes. Hey, you gave everyone lots of food and clothes, and I left with the adults I didn't know, and I didn't exactly come home. That was the last time I saw him properly.

You're next to Yoshi, who became the leader. Next thing you know, you're in Dal.

Guys, I stopped being around when I was about fifteen to sixteen.

Is he dead, or is he out of the slam and living normally somewhere because he can grow up and be alone?

When Bail noticed, he was at some point his oldest.

Bail thought.

... My turn, he said.

But I'm not going anywhere. I'll take care of these guys all the time.

Because this is my house and these are my family.

Wang Du is tough on orphans, and gentle.

Suri, scratch, etc., will soon be caught and enslaved.

Some orphan groups were caught with it and crushed for every dwelling.

If you work seriously, even if you live in an abandoned house on your own, you can miss it, and very occasionally, a favorite adult can give you food. It is rarely unreasonably abused.

Sometimes it's fair that the government constitution doesn't discriminate much between rich and poor, but it's also big that some of the chimps and hunters around the area are slammed out. Everyone is kind enough for their juniors. If that's in your interest and you feel good about it.

Bail enrolled as an associate member of Hunter when he was six. To get chore jobs all over the city. And I worked to add to everyone's food bill.

At the same time as he turned ten, he became an official hunter.

At that time, the hunter out of the slam gave me a sword of cheap goods on the verge of new and unnecessary waste.

I cried too loudly of joy. There is no such good fortune. Because I was going to use a wooden stick until I could earn it and get my first sword.

Do your sword to your juniors one day, too. So firmly determined.

And when that sword I used to take care of broke, I was saving just enough money to buy a little better used sword.

To feed the little ones.

so that you can buy medicine when you get sick.

Sometimes I can buy him clothes at an old clothes store.

The little ones also make money from chore jobs and group herb collection with guild escorts, but in associate members, the money is about a penny, and the F-rank doesn't make enough money to feed a bunch of orphans, not to mention official hunters.

We have to make money. If you don't get the money.

But there weren't many parties where they put slum boys without stunts, and even if they did, they couldn't be in the party to take care of the little ones.

I don't go away, I don't have stunts. Solos know how to make money, I can't gain experience, I can't hone my skills. Just daily herb collection or just hunting horn rabbits and small animals. That, too, is inefficient with amateur swords.

There is no point in putting together the slums among themselves.

Because the same F-rank doesn't change the job that amateurs get from each other, and they can't learn technology. Then another action is only better if it increases the chances of finding prey.

Just getting naughty old, no progress whatsoever.

It was one of those days that you disappeared in Dal.

One day, I didn't come home.

It was just that.

Dead or gone?

If you're going to throw away the slam and leave, there's nothing wrong with being at the party.

Did you go to a party somewhere and go to another city with me, or did you go to another city and then stay at a party somewhere?

Either way, the orphans lost their earning heads.

Suddenly the oldest, Bail was in a hurry. The weight of the responsibility resting on your back and on a dark future with no ahead of you.

That was the time. It was when Bail was called out by one man.

"You, rough sharpener, but you're pretty good with swords.

What do you say, aren't you going to take the Hunter Training School exam?

The man, who named himself the guild official for Wang Capital, explained that while Bail went to school, he would sometimes see the orphans, even after evening and rest days while he went to school, and that the school was completely free to work on rest days, and that if Bail and the orphans worked hard for only six months, life would be extraordinarily easier afterwards.

Sure, if I could be a C-rank hunter, the guy would be right.

"However, if you can pass the entrance exam,

You can take exams and enroll even if you can't read or write letters.

But the multiplier's high. Quite... "

To the man's words, Bail replied.

"I'll take the exam!

And now, Bail is here.

Even after becoming a C-rank hunter, you can't spend the extra money, and it's easier to choose your own job if you can read and write.

That's what I think, and I go back to class every day after dinner to practice letters.

It's hard to do because there are others in the dorm room, and it doesn't cost money because you don't have to use notebooks or ink if you use a board for instructors. After class, no one comes to the classroom, even if they go to the grounds or indoor training stations.

If that's what you think, someone's here.

"Practice letters?

Twelve and an honest, energetic cute girl who is three years younger than Bail and can use storage magic.

A lucky beautiful girl who won't have trouble eating all her life, just that talent or that beauty. It was a flower in the high ridge that had no ties to me.

That talks a lot to me about what a distraction it is.

But if you think about it, you're a fellow student you're learning with. Would you like to talk to the public if we met in the classroom alone? Perhaps he is a good child, who does not discriminate against people on the basis of their status or the difference between rich and poor.

When Bail thinks so and he's talking to him...

"Hey, hey, isn't hunting inefficient when it's just the sword?

I have just the right magic to hunt birds and horn rabbits, don't you remember?

"Huh..."

This kid, what did you just say?

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