What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

... xoxo.

Whatever, seriously.

Me, the figs, the momomohina, they're all loose.

I've been hiding in the shade of a tree this way for some time now, so I haven't disturbed my breathing, but my body is weak.

Orcs.

If you clear your ears, you can hear the sound of footsteps, or stepping on grassy dead branches, or armor rattling faintly.

And then once in a while, speaking Oak.

Not so close, but not so far.

From the oak camp at Deadhead Surveillance Fort to the forest north of Altana, two or three kilometers would have run.

The orcs would soon give up their pursuit, and I was, honestly, messing around.

It turned out to be a mistake.

We had to go into the woods because the two orcs were following us persistently.

A forest with bad vision would be able to sprinkle it, I thought those guys would just turn back, but this prediction was also off.

The orcs are still looking for us.

We haven't found them, so should we stay here and wait for them to leave?

Or should I move?

You're getting lost.

Strawberries are looking at me with the same look they asked me earlier what to do.

Momohina seems blurred.

No.

It's not good to move poorly.

Relax. Don't rush.

Not yet.

Wait for a chance.

Oak said something somewhere.

Another orc answered it, from further afield.

The signs are going away.

Gone...?

No, not yet. It could be a trap.

"Hey."

And a strawberry called out a small voice, but I ignore it.

Close your eyes and wait for time to pass.

I stood still for about thirty minutes.

Since then, I haven't felt any signs of an oak.

Sounds fine.

But don't be alarmed.

I look at the strawberries and the momomohina and let them put their index fingers on my lips. Don't talk, it's a sign.

The strawberry seemed to have figured it out, but Momohina put her neck around it and started shaving her index finger.

What are you doing? No, you're not.

Well, okay. Squeeze all the time.

I gently get out of the shade of a tree.

Take care not to make a sound, be careful, it's time to walk.

A strawberry came up to me,

"... you think you're okay now?

He asked me.

"Saana."

I sigh.

"I don't know if I can see it for now, but I don't know if I'm hiding in it."

Strawberries freaked out, smashing my back.

"Stop it. Don't threaten me. It's bad for your heart."

"I just talked about the possibility of that. I think you were threatened because you're a bibilge."

"Don't say you."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, I get it, princess"

I'm not a princess.

"I know a thing or two. This is a joke or a sarcasm, which one do I have to explain?

Figs slapped me on the back again, this time strong.

You violent bitch.

It's upsetting, but it's ridiculous to be angry, and not if you're dealing with such an asshole.

Forests are a more dangerous place than grasslands.

There are a lot of beasts living there, and they're after them, like mud goblins, and there can be other races of the Ghoul.

Besides, I threw a sword at him to help a strawberry idiot, so I'm bareback.

The lack of weapons is quite meticulous.

I was walking, and a long dead branch was falling, so I picked it up.

Well, some of it would be better than nothing.

At least until we leave the woods, we have to focus on keeping our surroundings alert.

I know, but I think about it.

For example, you mean gold?

My holdings are two silvers and twelve capers.

It's wealthier than the strawberries and momomohinas I paid for eight silvers to get into the guild, but it's not in the kind of economic condition where I can bust my margins.

I know how to get cheap, not-so-bad food and too crude an inn to be called a lodging.

I've found a place where I can stay wild, and if I chop it up, I can't even live four capers a day.

However, the standard of living is minimal or the lowest.

Strawberries and momomohinas are women, and they will be very unbearable.

I'm talking about why I have to worry about strawberries and momomohina.

Force.

If I fell into a pinch, I would have woken up with the secret power hidden inside me.

Flowwise, it should definitely be.

I wasn't even sure, but somehow nothing happened.

Could this be a trial, or...? A system that has to survive the trials?

Or is it another pattern, not a system where hidden secret powers awaken?

"Huh?

And Momohina made a weird voice.

Seeing, Momohina stops, doing her eyes somewhere.

"What's up?"

When I asked, Momohina said,

"Um, someone's here. He's down."

"What?"

I saw the end of Momohina's gaze.

The strawberry,

"Ah."

I said.

Indeed, I am.

People are down.

I'm not alone.

Two.

One is lying down and the other has his body turned to the side.

"... what do you do?

Figs are freaking out again. That's really scary.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do."

I'm getting closer to the two of you.

From what I've seen, we're both human. I don't even think you're pretending to be dead.

Or one of the two, sideways, with his shoulders slowly rising and falling. He's alive.

But that's not normal. What the hell, these guys?

We're both scratched anyway.

The blush with a black outfit is especially full of creativity and yet less bleeding. From the wound, there's just a smudge of black mucus.

Has it been a long time since you died because the skin you are exposed to is earthy?

When, my arm.

My arm, not two, but four.

I stopped.

"... aren't you human?"

And then, if you look closely, you're almost decapitated.

A piece of neck skin, like that.

However, on the horizontal side, he seems to be a clean person.

You fought with a human, not a human, and you talked to him?

No, humans are more alive, so why don't we talk about it? I know humans won better, but it can't be an easy win, they're dying. Is that the place?

"Hey."

I call out, step by step, pack the distance.

"Hey, you."

A horizontal person moves his head, tingling,

"..................................................."

And he made a voiceless voice. Apparently, he replied.

I ran and crouched by him.

Sweat, mud and blood creeping up, mustaches. Of course, it's a man. Maybe, like, thirty. You look terribly pale. My lips are purple. The man wears colored armor like a gimball, wears a grass cape, and holds a red copper sword in his hand.

"Hey, you. Are you okay?"

"... a prostitute."

My voice was so small that I couldn't hear it properly, but that's probably what the man said.

"That's right. It just so happens we're on the street, and you're lucky."

I saw a strawberry.

"Come on, strawberries. Handle this guy. Hurry up. If you don't hurry, you'll die."

"Wow, okay! Wait, now..."

Strawberries rush in.

The man, with me, then glanced at the strawberry and shook his head.

"... Fine. No use. Stop it."

"Yeah, but"

On his knees, a strawberry that was about to put five fingers of his right hand on his forehead stopped his hand.

"If you don't treat me with magic, stay put."

"You guys must be Rookie"

The man grinned.

"I can't. I'm... poisoned. Even the magic of the light of purification is indelible... intense poison... dead poison. Cleric, if you can use... even the miracle of light... except for the story..."

"A miracle of light?

When I asked, the strawberry relaxed and shook his head to the side.

"... I can't use it. I mean, I still only have healing hands..."

"I guess."

The man closed his eyes and breathed painfully.

And when Momohina came close and wondered what she was going to do, she suddenly started stroking the man's head.

A man opens his eyes and stares at Momohina.

There were faint tears in both eyes.

Seriously, you're going to die.

This guy is really, really dying. After a good understanding of my destiny, I waited here, in a place like this, alone, for the moment of the end. Like a noble beast.

You, what's your name?

When I ask, the man,

"Saji."

I named him.

"... and then... I'm not here... but my partner is... Mine. We've always... always been two... just two... the former Kingdom of Ishmael... minee... sorry, I... help you... do it... good..."

"Right."

I nodded.

"You're the sage, and your partner's the miner. I'll remember."

"... he's... thankful... yes, finally, take this..."

Saji must have tried to get him to hold a red copper sword. But it looks like I couldn't, and Saji's fingers got away from the sword pattern.

"Take this one."

I held the sword.

"What can I do?"

"... this, too, is on the edge of something... I'll do it for you. Soul, gather... Seoul, collector... demon sword... of the former kingdom of Ishmael... in the depths... got it, got it... there, the one who's falling... chaser... of the immortals... watch out, watch out... I'm sure, take it back... but if you have a soul, someone with it... blow it, with..."

"Okay. I'll get it."

"... great, he, he..."

"But I'm not."

"... you're like... he deserves... of... maybe... lose, don't... demon sword, to..."

"I don't know if it's a demon sword. I'm gonna lose this one."

"... yeah... oh... me too... when I was young... oh... wow..."

Saji's face creases. Close your mouth and breathe with your nose.

Momohina touches Saji's cheek and neck. Embrace.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

"Phew..."

Saji must have tried to laugh. But moments, even making me smile, seem difficult.

"Others."

I put my face close to Saji, I say.

"Do you have anything? What I want you to do. If I can do it, I'll do it."

"... already... remembered... exhausted... bored, once... one, to my thoughts... eased, do... give me..."

"Oh no..."

Strawberries look at me.

Momohina continues to bite her lips and stroke and rub her saji. But I...

"Out of the way, Momohina"

And when he spoke, Momohina did not defy him, but softly laid down his saj and left.

"Saji, remember"

I gathered demon swords and set up soul collectors.

If you punch him in the heart, he won't have to suffer any more.

"I'm a big hero, Kisaragi. You're twisted. This is the last time I saw him."

Saji tried to pull his jaw and shook his neck vertically.

I'll poke at the Seoul Collector.

Saji is wearing armor. Besides, it's probably a pretty good product.

This is it, but is it the armor response? Even if I don't call it paper, it's like a tree or something.

The cutting-edge of the soul collector pierced Saji's armor.

It was right after that.

It's flowing.

Something's inside the Seoul Collector.

The soul collector trembles.

This guy's happy.

I pulled through the Seoul Collector.

Demon Sword.

Is this the Devil's Sword?

Soul Gathering. Soul Collector.

Is that it? This is it. This way? It's this pattern.

Saji is out of breath.

I removed my sheath from Saji's waist and delivered a soul collector into it.

That's funny, Saji.

I'm not supposed to stop laughing, but I can't laugh.

I sighed and tried to put on Parker's hood. I was on the verge of it. I heard a noise.

Sound, or voice.

Oak. That's an oak voice.

I turn my gaze around. There he is. Oak. I knew it was an oak. I only see one for now, and it's still far away, but it's coming this way.

"Xaragi!"

A strawberry screamed.

"Run..."

"There's no way, is there?

Once I pulled the soul collector out of my sheath,

"I told you. I'm gonna start by killing the orcs. I'll try and kill you."