What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Is this sense of smell? Or is that, or is it the work of the Sixth Sense thing? I don't know. What am I? I don't care. I really don't care about that.

Follow.

Follow a slight clue that can't even be a clue.

Run.

Run.

But I don't have the same sense that I'm running. The body moves on its own.

There is no stray.

Push in a straight line.

Eventually I went out to a place with lots of people. People aren't the only ones.

"Store, store, store, store, store, store, store! Street wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...! URYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY......!

You don't have to do this! Meiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Smells like food, wee wee wee! Rather a kagushi scent wiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Fightohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Energyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Refrerererererererere

Gatspaws. Shh!

Looking back, Question...!

"How are you? Ahhhhhhhhhh......!

Eleven men and women in summer, autumn, spring, winter, love story. Whee! I don't know if it is. Yee-yee! I don't care wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I'm Dash, Dash, Dada, Dada, Dada, Dada!

"Street wee wee wee! Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat! Yum, wow, wow, wow, yah! Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat! Completely comfortable recruiting meat tu......! One of these! Fuckin 'hell! Mitsuuuuuuuuu!

Ordering meat gradually with my allowance due to my condition! Steamed skewers, wrapped, roasted barbecued meat! Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat! Yay! Cheeks are full of gravy talent. Wow!

Meat, too!

Meat over there too!

Both meat!

Meat, meat, meat!

Long live the stall, meat is the strongest! Yah!

Hearts are flying too, gravy spills all over my face. Best Vietnamese meat ever! Yea!

Meat! Ooh!

Meat! Yessss!

Meat! No!

Meat! Hi!

Meat! Sai!

Meat, meat, meat!

"... good..."

I ate meat.

Lots of meat.

I indulged.

A lot of meat, a lot of meat.

"Here's a sentence"

I coughed up and chanted it.

"Summer grass and gravy are the marks of dreams. Thank you very much."

Clap.

I don't care what happens anymore.

"... no, it's not summer grass."

And the mushroom cut guy said.

Mushroom cuts don't inspire your appetite either because you ate meat fluttering. In the first place, mushrooms can't beat meat. Mushrooms are good with mushrooms, so I'd eat them if I had one.

"More or less, it has nothing to do with summer grass..."

The mushroom cut guy says something, but it doesn't bother me at all. I'm hungry, so I don't care.

"This is a street village."

A hairy, charla-like guy...... what the hell, Mitsuo? But that's what I said.

"There is a nearby artisanal district, and it seems to be a food and beverage district that has developed from the artisans' restaurant there. It's good and cheap. There's a stall run by a woman named Ira. I pinched the roasted and sliced meat in the bread, it's called a paloot... this is it, in this paloot stall, it's so good, but when I bought it and talked to him, he told me a lot. Mr. Ira, I'm thirty-one years old and my husband preceded me. My mother, my only son, is in trouble, but she's amazing and cute. Mr. Ira. Your smile is cute, isn't it? Well, that's fine, but when I said I was an apprentice prostitute, it was recommended that I should not eat rice here. There's a dormitory. Nearby. Prostitute quarters. They can stay cheap. Even apprenticeships. When you become a prostitute, you're free. A regiment chapter in twenty silver? Buy it, officially? When you become a prostitute."

"Wow... a bucket of information-gathering..."

Of eyeglasses...... Hinotori? Something like that, I said, skewered grilled meat. Something, you're supposed to be hungry, Mitsuo? like the paloot you're eating, Hinotori? But I was looking at the skewered grilled meat I'm eating, and I'm dying to eat some more.

When that happened, there was no way I could stand it anymore, and there was no reason to, so I stormed into the stall, secured a few pieces of meat, and ate wart.

"Ugh... I can't eat anymore..."

"I guess..."

And, Musashi? That's what I said. Musashi? On your arm, you covered your red hair, Nantka? It's all tangled up and staring at me. What is it? Me, rarely?

I don't know, but I licked my fingers and my hands. It tastes like meat. I thought I couldn't eat anymore, but I should lick it. Good. My fingers.

"No... not!

Musashi? Well, I looked around at everyone.

"Ji, information. Let's sort it out. That's the story... Wasn't it? I would have been hungry. Ah. Caorle...... yeah, I haven't eaten anything, okay?

"Yeah. Caorle's fine. Yeah, I don't need it."

"Oh, yeah? Well... well, then, sort it out... uh, we're apprentice prostitutes, but when you pay Bri twenty silver, you get a regimental chapter, not an apprentice, you can be a prostitute. So, when you become a prostitute, you seem to have a lot of perks and stuff. So, for now, being a prostitute is going to be like a goal......?

"Chitchat......"

Caitlin? Keita? Anyway, a silver-haired person put one hand in front of her face and let her shake the index finger of the other hand to the left and right.

"That the goal is to be a prostitute...? Crap. Our goal would be to defeat the Dark Great Demon King Kleishtebarozza...!

"If that's the case."

Hinotori? I wore glasses that weren't... Xaya? Was that it? but I said with a smile.

"Why don't you look? That, Krishtebarozza or something. Isn't that okay? I'll back you up, me. I'm not gonna help."

"Colour..."

Keita turned to Kusaya.

"You... now you're at the mercy of Chrysohm Baron...?

"No, and you have a different name. Wasn't that Krishtebarozza?

"... the one who cares about the details. That's nervous. I'll break your belly..."

"Thank you. You worry me. So? You're going looking? Krishtebarozza"

"Huh... that's, not yet. Because in order to defeat the Great Demon King, we must first regain our lost power..."

"It is. Good luck with that."

"Good luck to you too..."

"... Something scares me"

A girl with a tattoo on her cheek shrugged. What are you afraid of? I don't know, but the girl is eating something like a dough stabbed in a stick. Sounds a little good. I have about half of it left, and I wonder if you could give it to me.

"And for now!

Musashi said.

"Um, what? Lost power? to get it back, you mean to be a prostitute, not good? immediate goals."

Something, all the while, everyone, reacted in a way that seemed agreeable. I can have either of them if I want to eat. I don't care, Musashi seems satisfied.

"So, to do it as a proselytizing soldier, you have to go into something called a guild... a warrior and, uh, a holy knight, a dark knight? And then there was the clergyman, the hunter, the bandit, and then, I guess, the wizard. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... out of these seven, I think it would mean picking one out of each. First of all, I have to decide, and then, the prostitutes are more or less, Max, a group of six or so? It sounds like we're gonna act at a party, so we're gonna have twelve of us, and we're gonna split in two... Feel that? So the guild that goes in, he talked and feels somewhat balanced...?

I don't care if you eat. You're starting to get a little hungry.

"Huh."

And the girl with the lower half raised her hand.

Musashi blinked,

"Huh? Oh, yes, what?

"Can I ask you a question?

"Doh, go ahead."

"You."

And the girl with the lower half of her body looked at me better.

"I was just wondering, what's your name?

"... Huh? That kind of question......?

He's squeaking in the face like Musashi was in shock.

I don't care if I eat rice, but I don't think I'll be able to eat rice if I tell you, so I decided to name it.

"Me, coumorin. Something's happening..."