What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Number three, I'm me.

Seven days later.

I can reward the time by ringing the bell every two hours in Altana from 6: 00 am to 6: 00 pm, once at 6: 00 am, and twice at 8: 00 am.

In front of the North Gate, I heard the bell ring three times.

"It's late."

"Where. Perfect timing, isn't it?

So, um, the strawberry turned sideways, dressed in white cleric clothes with blue lines, with a straight stick about the back length, short staff.

Wearing a broad triangular hat with a black twist, dressed in clothes of the same colour, Momohina, with a wooden wand,

"I'm sorry."

And I honestly apologized. But he's smiling, so he doesn't seem to think it's bad at all.

"Well, fine."

I'm just gonna walk away.

"Let's go. First battle."

"Wait a minute."

And, the strawberries called me off.

I looked back,

"What the fuck?"

"You, that's good."

"Ah?"

I look at my body.

Jeans in blue hoodie. Sneakers.

Nothing in particular has changed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Has it changed?

"Wow."

And Momohina made a weird voice and stared at me seriously.

"Ah. Sword, there is."

"Hmm?"

I gently slapped the sword hanging on my hips.

"Oh, here it is. At the market, it was so cheap, I found an excavation that seemed so good that I bought it all over the price. Listen and be surprised. Stick to the stick, it's only fifteen capers. About three meals."

"... that's all?

Strawberries say with a suspicious, anxious look on their face.

"Isn't it weird just the sword? Once you get into the guild and take a seven-day beginner's course, you'll get the basic gear after that. Looks like it's mostly out of use."

"I got it."

I spun my wand around as Momohina let her shake her head to show off her hat.

"I'm going to do it again."

"Ooh. Good for you, Momohina."

I smile unexpectedly.

Momohina has a lot of loose head screws, but under the Wizard's Clothes is an example check skirt and an overknee sock, and she's not as annoying as a strawberry, so the point is high.

"Good for you, you're not!

A lousy strawberry slammed a cobblestone with a stick, gah.

"We've trained seriously and become priests and wizards, and I'm asking what about you!

"Oh, yeah."

"Well, not! You said you'd be a warrior or a dark knight or a holy knight!

"I said," I wonder if I'll be a warrior or a dark knight or a holy knight. Nobody said it would be. "

"So you haven't...?

Looks like the strawberries are pretty shocked. Shut up, but you're mentally weak, this guy.

"Well, that's good. Come on."

"... can't be!?"

"Let's go, see. First line, first line."

Whatever. I'm heading to the North Gate.

Just walking,

"Hey."

And a strawberry calls out from behind.

Ignoring it because it's so hard,

"Hey."

and many, many times.

You're a persistent woman.

I can't help it. I just left the North Gate without stopping.

"What the fuck?"

I answered.

"What guild did you get into?

"If you want to know so much, guess what."

"Yes, yes."

And Momohina raises her hand as I look forward and I don't see it, but maybe I'm jumping.

I'll...

"Yes, Momohina-kun"

And when I nominate him, Momohina,

"Warrior!

"Boo-boo."

"Bye, Teresa!

"It's a bug. Why are you a bug?"

"Mm-hmm, bye, Manneko!

"... Am I? Such a guild."

"Don't you?

"There can't be..."

The strawberry sighed.

"Don't be ridiculous, tell me. Xaragi, what guild did you get into?

Outside the castle gates are raw.

For once, there's a bottle of road-like stuff, and there's a forest over there.

I can't see it coming from here, but if you go about four kilometers northwest, there's a city called Damrow, and even though it's a city, there's no humans living there. It's a fae nest called Goblin.

Then, if you go about six kilometers north, they have an oak fort called Deadhead.

"I'll tell you one thing."

Looking back, I saw strawberries and momomohina.

"I'm nothing but me, and I'm not going to be anything but me, and I don't need to be. Finally, that's what I'm talking about."

"... Huh?

The strawberry did something a little clever: hang his eyes and open his mouth gently.

"What, that. Are you going to be clinging...?

"Okay -!

Momohina raised her hand. I'll nominate you.

"Yes, Momohina-kun"

"An Alliance with Kisaragi-kun in it. Ha... Me Alliance!

"Correct"

"Yay!

"Oh, hey..."

The strawberries fluttered like they were attacked even by vertigo.

"That... how... what do you mean, huh? Me... guild? Huh...?

"Well, that's good. The heap. Oh, come on."

"So there's no way...?

"You don't look like a loose knob during that time. Because you're beautiful, you're ruining it."

"Bi, bi, bi, bi, she's not beautiful."

"What, you're upset. You gotta be kidding me."

"Joking!?"

"Ah? What, a strawberry? You think you're beautiful."

"Think about it. No! Besides, she's not beautiful!

"Well, then, you know what?"

"Fine, but..."

Really, I'm walking away thinking it's a tough one.

After a while, I saw another strawberry's,

"Hey."

started.

"... what the hell are you? Shut up and follow me."

"Why should I keep quiet about you?"

"Then don't follow me."

The strawberry shut up.

Just complaining, this woman doesn't have autonomy or her own outlook or plans.

Then follow me quietly.

"... hey"

"Not again."

"Can we, just the three of us?

"Ah?"

"A party usually seems like five or six people. There aren't many of them."

What Ichika said was the director of the Yoshiyoshi Soldiers' Office, Brichanko and Britney's takeover and sale, and it seems that Yoshiyoshi soldiers, by and large, are a small group of five or six, often partying to operate.

Well, there seems to be a fairly rare but lonely prostitute who moves alone, and there doesn't seem to be a party of two, three or four.

"You know..."

I snap my head around.

"Prostitutes are usually the ones who, like us, come here somewhere, and I don't know what they are, but they have to be prostitutes."

"I know that, too."

"I mean, the three of us are the newest prostitutes, and everyone but us has a career better than us."

"At last, they are all our seniors, aren't they? You just have to let your people in and tell you a lot."

I'm sorry.

And I said, "Momohina's so hard, I put my neck around it.

"Why is Kisaragi-kun in trouble?

"... Momohina. I didn't apologize, I'm sorry..."

Akane's opponent is tired too. but it's better than a nasty woman.

"Anyway, there are countless things I don't like. Bokenas, who are seniors, wasted, incapacitated, are rotten shit that eats at the top of my hate and hate rankings."

The strawberry was also smiling in his face.

"It's just that if you can't take care of your mountain general, you won't be able to calm down."

"Yeechka. Like you, I hate and dislike the ones who answer. Top ranking. About third or fourth."

"It doesn't hurt or itch that you hated me. And don't tell me about you."

I'm going through,

"That's why. If you don't want me to pick it up with the seniors, go away on my own."

I tried to push him away, but he didn't show me how to leave.

I'm sure if they say that... or even if I pull it out by myself now, how can I... I'll be dragged down while I'm thinking about the mess and I won't be able to pull it out. That's the type.

Figs are probably unsure.

I'm not particularly dull, I don't have a lot of movement, I don't look bad, but I have a low sense of self-affirmation.

No man tells me I can't do it without you, or something like that, but, uhh, I can't do it without me, or something too bad, and I get a lot of contributions and at the end of the day I get thrown away. That's the type of woman you are.

Such a nasty, bad woman and a poke-poke woman who doesn't seem to think much about what she's thinking is my current strength.

That's funny.

But well, it's better than not being there.

There is also a saying that fools and pigeons should be used.

Besides, nobody else uses these guys, this is me.

You can handle it.

I walk.

I like walking so much. I can walk for hours if I just walk. I prefer walking early to walking relaxed.

Walking carelessly, my body feels better and I feel better.

I was walking in good shape for a reason, but not again.

"Hey."

I ignored it once.

"Hey."

Second time, I ignored him.

"Hey!

I punched my tongue.

"... what the hell. Ugly."

"Where are you going? That's how much you have to explain."

"Gimme, gimme, gimme"

and started a strange dance as Momohina sang.

"Gimmy, gimmy, gimmy. Mmm-hmm! Mmm-hmm. Mmm-hmm. Muggles!

When I laughed, "Ha ha," Momohina said,

"Ha-ha-ha."

and smiled lightly, the strawberries,

"Not if you're laughing!

and yelled at her face bright red.

As Momohina soaked,

"I'm sorry, honey. Suddenly, I wanted to dance."

"... this way, I'm sorry. Loud, out. But I'm not mad at Momohina."

"What do they call you, Ichika? Much longer than a strawberry, huh?

"Mo, Momohina wants to call me that..."

"Either way."

Momohina is good at it for some reason.

"I'm ready for a meeting. Either way."

"I'm glad I'm normal, Kisaragi."

"Why should I..."

"Sa, if you don't, I'm not talking. So, let's go. Let's go. Whoa. Walk. Walk."

"Wait. I haven't heard where you're going yet."

The look on the strawberry's face is serious. Don't be serious. It's hard.

"As far as I can tell, apprentice prostitutes get experience in places like the woods and then Damrow. But the woods have gone too far, and Damrow is in a different direction."

"Right."

I gave him a nod.

"I'm not going to the woods or Damrow."

"What..."

"Whether you're complaining, freaking out, or busy."

"Oh, my God, I'm freaking out."

"You know."

I sighed and let him slap me on the head with his index finger.

"Think about it. What's in the woods is mud goblins for animals. Damrow is Goblin's Negijo. Either way, it's a mutton fish."

"... Miscellaneous fish would be fine. First, fight your weak opponents, so."

I'm sorry.

I pointed to Momohina, bitch.