What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

"Shagaha......!

The cabin oak broke in.

Shake the knife, shake it down suddenly.

I try to play it with my sword.

It's a big swing, and I see it right, so no problem.

I thought, in fact, when I waved my sword up and hit the cabin oak knife, instead of playing it, it snapped back.

"Whoa..."

"Basshadah!"

The cabin oak slashes his hair with a knife.

Can't you prevent it? My hands are also paralyzed.

I threw myself on the ground.

So, I did something, but the oak came too.

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

"Osh!"

Osh, Osh streak. It's a continuous osh.

The hut oak and the hut oak are hanging on to me by themselves.

"Oh, shit, uh-huh."

I roll, I crawl, I run around from the oaks' swords.

Shit.

You're strong, these guys.

I, too, want a chance to fight back while I run.

From the waist down, the legs should be hard to defend, and if you give him a blow, he'll blunt his movements.

But not very much, but I can't shake a sword.

Or the sword is in the way.

I want to throw it away.

Nevertheless, if you throw away your sword, you lose the means to attack. That's not good either.

"What are you doing...!

And the strawberries broke in and tried to poke the cabin oak with a short staff.

Cabin oak plays short staff with a shield and turns to strawberry.

The oak tried to shower me with a knife, but it stopped me.

"Ha ha!

Momohina.

Oh, my God, Momohina tried to see Oak fly and kick.

It seems that the oak was struck by this too, and the flying flew away with it.

But you're a wizard and you're a kick, Momohina.

"Nyah! Ha! Nyah! Holy shit!"

Momohina doesn't stop.

Actively pack the distance from the oak and punch out.

Kick it out.

Then, I try to hit him with a cane.

Whether the oak is stunned or pressured, it is on the defensive side of the war.

"Uhaha."

I laughed unexpectedly.

"Nice, Momohina, keep pushing! You can do it!

"Yes. Yikes. Ha, ha, ha!

Momohina's low kick burst next to Oak's knee.

The oak melted, but he began to wield his sword.

"Osh! Osh! Osh! Osh! Osh!

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho"

Momohina doesn't back down, she tries to shake her body to the left to the right with a knife, but she's just hard to turn to attack.

I mean, it's not normal for Momohina to do what she does.

Are you not afraid of the knife at all because of the loose head screws?

No, that's not the only way I can do that.

That move is probably, like, trained. Before you came here, did you even do martial arts?

It doesn't look that way. He said people don't look like it.

You're an unexpected woman, Momohina.

But to say the least, that's not surprising.

"Huh...! Oh, uh...!

Strawberries use short staff to cross with hut oaks, which is obviously too much to say when I say.

Sometimes I try to poke him with short staff because it's so hard to avoid the cabin oak knife with all my might, but it's just plain hard.

That's how I fight, and I don't know what to do with it.

Strawberries are tall for women, but that's not all.

He has such muscles and has a supple body.

To the extent that I can tell by just looking at it, motor nerves are good.

That's why there was no hand in letting strawberries do warriors.

However, a cleric who can use light magic to heal wounds is essential, so I or Momohina have to become a cleric then.

Cleric Momohina.

I don't think so.

So, me?

It's not a pattern. I'm a big hero.

In the end, the cleric is a strawberry. That's what has to happen.

Well, it would be better to have a cleric who can move acne than a cursory cleric.

That being said, the only thing I can think of is a cleric.

Is the oak tight on one side?

"Ooh!"

I took the back of a hut oak that was focused on strawberries and put my sword on it.

Then, the cabin oak twisted and struck my sword back with a knife, and soon flipped again, turning the strawberry short staff back with a shield and a garn.

"Whoa! Whoa!

I will strike the hut oak with my sword again, never again, to keep it up.

As far as I'm concerned, he's going to hit me with a special blow, but the cabin oak gently, twitchy, twitchy, and spinning prevented my sword accurately, causing the strawberries to twitch, and he even attacked me at the end of it to give you away.

"Whoa."

I glanced, naturally, at the slaughter of the cabin oak, but that was a little bad right now.

No, that's fine.

That's right.

If I don't fall into a pinch, my hidden secret powers won't wake up.

"Strawberries! You stay back! I'll take care of that!

"Also, originally! You saved him because you were in danger!

"Fine, back off!

"Even if they say so!

Figs are being pushed by hut oaks. Can't you even go down there?

If I can't pull back, they'll shock me there, and I could get hit.

Shh.

"Osh!"

I go out of my way to imitate the oak scream and hit the cabin oak from behind.

Even myself, I knew it was pretty forceful.

The cabin oak has detected my movements and poked my shield at just the right time.

bump.

To the shield.

Clash.

"Oh...!

I flipped.

"Xaragi......!

And the strawberry screamed.

"Dagush gah!"

The cabin oak is wielding a knife.

be slashed.

Or if I get struck with such a thick knife, it's going to crumble, crumble.

Don't die.

Absolutely, die.

This is a pinch.

No doubt, it's a pinch of absolute desperation. Coming.

Coming.

In me, something rises and brings a sickle.

I'm coming. I'm coming, I'm coming...!

"Osh!"

The cabin oak waves a knife down.

I open my eyes.

The power.

The hidden power lifts up…,

It's not coming.

"Ugh...!?"

I roll gorong.

It was critical.

It's a paper difference.

The hut oak knife dogged the ground right next to me.

That's crazy, I'm gonna jump up.

This can't be happening.

Why not?

How can you not wake up, my power.

"Gotcha lah!"

The cabin oak pokes the knife down as it continues to stand.

I am dying. [M]

Scratch.

If you don't, you die.

I never try to wake up. I can't even afford to offend my powers.

Why isn't my power trying to wake up when I'm in a shitty situation so far.

Maybe you should get hurt or something?

That's, but, no.

I don't like pain.

It's too risky to eat one shot to get hurt.

'Cause you could die.

You can't die.

If he dies, he can't even be a hero.

I did something about the hut oak knife for a moment, but I wondered how Momohina was doing.

Momohina doesn't have an attacker either and looks like she's struggling.

Strawberries can't even help me, they're grated.

I made up my mind.

"We're getting away......!

"What!?"

And the strawberry utterly uttered its voice today.

Unlike strawberries, Momohina is good at figuring things out.

"Yes, sir."

Answering that, I'm just turning my heel back.

"Whoa...... ugh!

Once I swung my strength back and struck the hut oak knife, I ran.

Going south.

Run straight in the direction of Altana.

I'm a hoodie, jeans, sneakers, and figs and momomohinas are lightweight.

In comparison, the orcs wear heavy looking armor, on a big knife, even a shield.

If it's a speed battle, we should have a minute.

Run.

Run.

Run.

I'll check the left and right.

Momohina is in the rear right.

I don't see any strawberries.

Looking back, I was there.

There's only one strawberry, it's behind.

He seems to be running pretty hard, but his jaw is up.

It's snaggy.

Is it because you used quite a bit of strength in your fight with the oak?

Well, I'm pretty tight, too, and I'm about to catch my breath.

"... sucks"

I whine and tongue.

The cabin oak is about to catch up with the strawberries.

Strawberries and I had eyes.

"About me...!

"Shit......!

What is this about me?

Don't worry about yourself, let it go?

You want me to abandon you and run away?

You're kidding.

Superior.

"Get down, you stupid bitch...!

"... Huh!

Strawberries did what I honestly said.

I threw a sword.

A sword thrown sideways flies as it rotates gluely.

Jumping over a strawberry lying on the ground, the sword struck the cabin oak directly.

"Guahu......!

Though he ate a sword by his chest and did not slash it thanks to his armor, the hut oak fell.

Besides, in a good way, the Oak stumbled on the cabin oak.

"Come on, strawberries!

"Yeah!"

Strawberries get up and run.

I wish I was always that flexible.

"Fuck the trouble!

"Also, speaking of originally! Don't you think about it later, with someone like that...!

"Shut up! Shut up and run! Tongue, I'll bite!

"Oops! Because of people......!

I keep my mouth shut and focus on running.

My flank hurts subtly.

Shit.

Walking is not bitter, but running is not.

One way or another, I hate it.

I hate it.