Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

After staying in the village for a couple of days, Mr. Vincent and the others said they were going home loaded with Mori potatoes, which are traded. No, you sold half of it in a northern trading city before you left. They say the more they go north, the higher the demand for potatoes, and that's why they sell at high prices. Successful business soul. From this village to the trading city, it is said to be 8 days by carriage, so is it more or less from Tokyo to Ise Jingu? I have to go once in my life. Going further north, it looks like Wang Du, but that's not Mr. Vincent's business zone.

That's why the Vincents, who just arrived yesterday evening, are supposed to stay in the village until the day after tomorrow. There are no lodgings because it is still a village in the middle of development, and staying is a joint lodging with the village chief's residence.

The common quarters are like single dormitories, where unmarried slaves gather to live. The size is about the same as the village chief's house and the intervals are 5DK bungalows. Four female slaves are currently using the room in pairs. Mr. Vincent's escort is full of four women, so I'm asking him to use the extra room.

In this village, men and some single women are required to train in combat. It's the village chief's policy. Married women are not compulsory because they have chores and parenting.

Because it is a periphery, there is nothing strong and troublesome about it. Especially women. There are threats. That's why a few hours after noon every day is training time. The content varies slightly from day to day, but I did a few sets of "bareback" and "mock fights" and ended them in about two hours.

Today and tomorrow, the adventurers mix with that training.

"It's an extreme honor to have that 'whirlwind' Dantes work out!

One of the adventurers, Ursula, a shield swordsman, says as he blushes with excitement. Whirlwind, maybe the village chief's old two names? Was he actually a well-named selling adventurer?

"Village chief, do you know him?

"No, this is the first time. Daiwa, I guess the old story has a tail on it and it's getting bigger.

The village chief answered me with a slightly unpleasant and delightful look.

"What are you talking about," Keith's Labyrinth (Dungeon) Attack, "" The Third Gaza Plains Invasion Battle, "and" Dorton Defense Battle, "is still the story grass of the veterans! It's the admiration of adventurers!

"Ugh, um, well.

Mr. Ursula speaks hot, no, hot. Too much momentum to pull honestly. The village chief's pulling it too.

But I thought you were pretty good at it, but I knew you were one or which adventurer, village chief. It weighs nearly 20 kg, so I thought it wasn't the same skill, because it handles both hand axes lightly. It's been over 10 years since I retired and I'm still talking grass or how rambling it was. Anna and Ursula are just wondering if they're a little over 20. When the village chief retired, he should still have been a toddler, and he can't possibly remember that time. I mean, I guess it was rampant enough to get on the subject, at least until recently.

Leaving Mr. Ursula staring with glittering eyes alone, he begins his training. Today's participants include 11 dads and villagers, 4 adventurers and village chiefs, and a total of 17 besides me. I'm not officially in it because I'm still small. I saw everyone training and my kids were just imitating me. I see bamboo of appropriate length (not sure what kind, but it also grows in this world) on my sword and bareback, or hang firewood from a branch of a tree and beat it. Everyone's smiling gaze is awkward. Stop, watch.

My own style of combat hasn't changed in a long time since two years, "Koso gets close, pokes a crisp steeple without being noticed," so to speak, it's an assassin style, but I'm in it because I don't think it's hard to remember how to fight a positive offense.

I thought it might be cool if I could use a sword, or something!

After a while of bareback, the mock battle begins. I'm a tour, so I'll be observing sideways for a while, tapping the hanging firewood.

... Something, warm. It's not because we have adventurers today, it's the same as usual, but we're moving slowly and we're weak. I don't think the village chief is as powerful as the forest demon.

Yeah, I know. Something's wrong with my standards. Forest demons are the standard. I'm dealing with very unrivaled guys in normal adventurers with a sense of pennies, so I'm feeling weird. This could be a problem in the future. Let's be careful.

"I'm tired! I'm gonna play!

I activate my child's privilege, "Whimsical," and get out of training.

"You'll be back in the evening!

"Okay -!

Kids get it at times like this. Answer the village chief lightly and head towards the field. Of course, to escape to the woods. At this hour, the adults are training or doing housework, so the fields are deserted. It's convenient to escape. Practice is the best way to work out. Demon stones accumulate, too.

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Exploring the surroundings with sign perception catches the number of demons in Sokosoko. I hunt almost every day, but it doesn't look like I've lost anything at all. Where is it springing from? Really, the Great Forest is an anomaly.

Let's change our tastes a little bit today and hunt it in a way that feels like training. The way to do it is simple. Just go to the affordable demon place, expose yourself and fight from the front. An ordinary 7-year-old can only be described as reckless, but I have planar magic. Yeah, well, you're not going to be in a crisis.

What we found nearby was one of the closest 'big claw bears' in this neighborhood. You look like a hippo. Except for the nails on the forefoot that are close to 4m long and about 50cm long. When I first saw those nails, I couldn't help but think 'It's Toto O'. My dads used to hunt big claw bears about 3m long, but they met in the woods more than 4m long. I guess that was a young bear who had just become independent.

Whatever it is, it's just right for training. Solve the skywalk after lightly activating the physical enhancement, and I'll go out of my way to make a noise and come down in front of you. The distance is about 5m.

Put the bamboo stick you were using for training on the sword, no, stand up on the knife. Grab the sword in front of Heso and point the cutting tip towards the other person's eyes. It's called a frontal eye structure. The movements of swords and epochs that I have been familiar with for over 20 years are tighter than swordsmanship in this world that I have only seen for about 7 years.

The Big Nail Bear suddenly came down. He seems surprised at me, but in the woods, he exposes the joy of getting food before the humanoid creatures that are only predators. Blah, I'm slowly approaching you with my tongue nodding. I just said, unlike other monsters that can be hunted, giant claw bears with no enemies in this neighborhood are less alert to first-sighted creatures. This is especially true of humanoid organisms that often feed on them. So he comes towards me without running away.

"Look, call me.

You didn't get my word for it, but the speeding big claw bear jumps at me to eat it. I move sassy to the left while rotating my body 1/4 turn and slap a bamboo stick on the right forefoot of the big claw bear passing by me. Since the bamboo stick is coated with planar magic, it has become quite sturdy instead of not becoming.

Apparently it wasn't enough to break, but it was quite painful, and the Big Clawed Bear rises with his hind legs as he turns his anger into a roar, shaking up both forelegs. Long live the outfit, but clearly it's full of gaps. I'm usually just finishing up with a crisp heart or eyebrow stab, but I don't dare to poke that gap because I think I'm training today.

They shake down both forelegs shaken up at about the same time. Clearly faster than the village chief's two-handed axe swing down. I take half a step forward to the left, and I flush those nails with a diagonally tilted bamboo stick.

"Whoa whoa!?"

I thought the timing and angle were perfect, but it is still difficult to work with the weight difference. I get pushed away by a meter or so. I managed to escape the fall by stepping on the bump, but the big claw bear packs a pause in that gap.

Now I'm paying my left forefoot for a horizontal giraffe, as if I were going to win salmon. I slap that forefoot with a bamboo stick while backstepping. Not for damaging purposes. The Big Nail Bear keeps paying for his left and right forelegs alternately, but I do the same while backstepping, or flying sideways without defying the momentum, and he keeps tapping on his forelegs each time. The scorched big clawed bear poses as a hail again. Right on target. Now I'm not going to miss that gap. Stuff your time at once, slam a flash of horizontal giraffe into your empty torso and pull it out behind your back.

A real knife would have been a fatal blow. But no matter how much physical strengthening you are and how hard it is with planar magic, the mindset is just that the kid slapped you with a bamboo stick. Probably about a crack in Avara, but the big claw bear looks back at this one as he raises the roar of intimidation. It still seems motivated.

But that's it for today's training. We need to collect the magic stones of the routine after this.

"Thank you for your time in training. Good luck."

An invisible object stretched like a cone from the tip of a bamboo stick, poking crisply between the brows of a big claw bear. Without knowing what was done, the big claw bear collapses on the spot.

Think about the challenge as you cut around your chest and take out the Demon Stone.

"I knew there was nothing I could do about the weight. Do we have to wait for them to grow?

Can you do something with planar magic? Let's just think about it. For now, it's a routine collection of demon stones.

Well, I wonder when we'll be next.