I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

The training was, as I knew, from the run in.

No, this is, like, a run in or a complete climb, right? Grab a heavy load and climb down the mountain path.

The baggage is heavy. The equipment is heavy. The sword is heavy. The footprint is heavy. Breathing is tight.

"Are you all right?

Sati walks beside me and asks worried. The others are already well ahead of us.

"It's okay. That's worse than that, let me go out with you"

Satie shakes her head at my words. Even though my health is almost healed by rest, this body probably is. I guess some people don't have physical strength originally, but the cause is that they started physical strengthening and reset all of their status-enhancing related skills.

3.5x at level 5. It is a calculation that is gone and the status has become the usual third.

Instead, it's normal now without protection, but where the status enhancement is gone, the original status is considerably higher than that of a regular person. Thought there wouldn't be a problem...

How long have you been walking? I saw the time on the menu and it's been less than half an hour since I left. It wasn't until after sundown that the Saties came back on their first day as well. How many more hours do we have to walk like this?

According to Satti, the road is still good and easy up to the first cedar I see. You're never gonna make it by sundown, are you?

"Masaru, reset your skills"

The first day of training began with Kensei saying so.

"The truth is I want to plant swordsmanship from scratch, but I don't have time and you won't like it. So just reinforcement related is good"

After all the discussions with Kensei, I have come to the conclusion that I have not been able to use my powers, so it is only logical that I should reset and work out again from the beginning.

My vacation in the elves was well rested, and I talked to Kensei about everything, not to mention all the time.

The topic is mainly about me and protection.

Besides, Kensei didn't seem to have been sightseeing for a long time when he couldn't see him either, and he seemed well received by purchasing plenty of stories from the elves about me, about the elves in the inner defense battle, and telling the elves about him in Biels in return.

Looks like I've done a lot of patterning, especially on Kensei and our party's bee battle. I heard it several times at the meeting, and it made me talk from my point of view.

He had also worked with Elf's skill and by the time three days had passed he had won a great deal of respect for the Elf.

"Massal is too poor in the first place. Start by gaining strength that doesn't rely on shelter."

From the time of Nettle, he is in a fairly tight shape, but he is certainly still poor compared to the forged adventurers and swordsmen.

"Run. Waving a sword is first and foremost fundamental to building your ankles"

I was prepared for that, but it was unexpected to be allowed to reset the protection. And I never thought losing any more protection would make me so powerless.

Were you relying on shelter without knowing? Was I relying too much?

I'll check the time, but it hasn't been ten minutes since just now. My baggage is more or less too heavy. Even though the equipment is heavy, the luggage to carry is also the weight assumed from the strength of the force measured when there is protection.

I tried to say I should reduce it, but it was immediately rejected.

It's a "get used to it" word.

Wouldn't it crumble before you get used to it? The cedar in my eyes still doesn't look close at all. The time is...

The next step in the run is the archery of the sword. Sounds like a policy of alternating the lower and upper body. When they get used to it, they'll be back by noon from the run in, and in the afternoon they'll even wave their swords with the run in and fumble. We spend the day running in, so the sword is the next day.

They feel their limits by forcing themselves to torture themselves with fatigue to the limit.

Besides, I climbed back up to near midnight, and the next day I started first thing in the morning. Without healing magic, I would have smashed my knee to death on the first day.

"You're weak! Did you really beat Mr. Lux? The Auga guys are still better off with this."

I say it like Colin made a fool out of me when I first saw him.

My body can't move even if I subtract the tightness from my mountaineering fatigue. The usual sword is too heavy, so I turned it into a light-handed sword like I had used in the early days, but still can't shake it the way I think. Weakening that eliminated protection was more than I could have imagined.

"Right. Masaru, come back downstairs for a while."

Either way, it is an aug drop on the second day of training. To Tatiana, I knew it! Or so they're going to say.

"Attack magic is forbidden. I'm not asking you to win. Don't come back until you can at least fight Luc properly."

A backpack. Will I be able to fight in this state? I'm a normal person. Without protection, he might not have qualified at all to be a disciple of Kensei.

Yeah, but I hope you don't have to run in. I don't want to do that again.

"We'll keep running in. Come back the day you run."

Kensei said it like he saw my thoughts. Damn.

I walked alone on the mountain path with the clowns, and when I opened the gates of the Auga arena, all the swordsmen stopped their hands and looked at me for something. Is there a backpack?

"Masaru, are you kidding me?

It was Bridget Mulbell in seventh place, the user of the immovable sword.

"That's the place."

"It's not uncommon to come back from above. Neither did I. Well cheer up."

In the meantime, I had Bridget deal with you at the beginning, but this is no match at all.

Lose power. I can't even keep up with the speed at which I wave my sword. I can understand my weakness well right now just because I can see my opponent's movements well.

"... now you're serious?

Bridget, who has been present several times and won all, leans her neck and raises questions. I guess you just thought it was too weak.

"Fatigue keeps my body from moving"

That's what I'll say and mislead you. But what do we do? Why don't you sign up for a match with someone who looks weaker? Lucs came to think of that.

"Oh, isn't that a masal? Hey, what's up? Have you fallen already?"

"Yeah. I told my master not to come back until I could fight Mr. Lucs properly without offensive magic"

I've been a tattered mouth with callouts, but I can no longer slap a mouth like that on my backpack. It is a tribute in Mr. Lucs.

"Well, let's just do some archery."

Of course it was scattered. I can't even talk about it.

"Are you tired of running in?

"There's that too... only here, my master has restricted my powers and I'm pretty weak"

You should be honest with me about getting weaker here. It doesn't end up at the top of the org where it's glorious. Would you win if you were inferior? I even think maybe it would be a good idea to start with the goblin class.

"Restrictions? They do make you quite weak... but have you even been drugged with any weird drugs?

I'm still drinking that potion water. Nod ambiguously.

"Hmm. Then we'll try it at the bottom."

Lucs takes you and moves you to the other side of the arena. Apparently closer to the top is higher. Closer to the town downstairs seems to live separately from the lower and practice as well.

Would about four or fifty people encourage practice now?

"Because of that. Make it an event."

Niyally laughed and Lux said.

"Listen! A hundred extra masals have come back to Auga for me!

Pampered and clapped his hands for attention, and Lux spoke. He came back for me. A laugh arises from the audience that sees me gleaming down there.

Ahhh. Whatever you want...

"Exhausted with rigorous training above. Attack magic is banned and they're going to try again without a hundred! How many do we lose in the current Massal! Come on, I'm tense. I'm tense!

The first opponent is a newcomer who just went up to the aug. I mean, even an orga is the bottom line.

No, it came up to the Auga. It should be quite strong. I can't even be alarmed at this level right now.

If I lose here, will I be dropped further down? Exactly. That's too embarrassing. You have to win at all costs.

We have to fight assuming more of our current body is immobile. Win with moves, not force and speed.

Can you do that? But we have to. Damn. I want to practice at least a little bit. I want time to get used to my body in its current state.

But when this happens, we have to get used to it in action. Carefully, let's fight by hand.

"Regards"

"Ah. Please."

Don't you have much of a habit of that? The other new swordsman replied as confused by my thanks.

It took a signal to start. The opponent is alert. That would be so. He's a former dragon class, though he's fallen. Normally, I don't think he's the enemy.

That would be convenient for me. Let's take it slow. Just do a little digging and carefully scratch the opponent's attack.

All right. I'm still seeing a solid move. It moves poorly compared to Satie and the top guys. There's nothing wrong with defense.

It solidifies its defense disappointingly and strengthens its attacking hand slightly.

I can. I don't have a problem with people like this right now. If you think about it, Will and Syrah, who are considerably less protective and less level-headed than I am, had superior strength in the august.

Only status enhancements were reset this time. I keep swordsmanship, dodging skills, etc.

I couldn't stand my offense enough to get a blow in, and the battle was won.

But it sucks a little. Even if you've fought a little above, you've already had a tough leg fatigue in the first fight. The sword is lighter but the gear is as heavy as ever, and the long battle is tough... but we just have to do it.

Defeat the second and third in good order. My legs still seem to hold, but now I'm getting heavy to my arms.

Five. And ten. I don't have a lot of people here today, and would they already be plugged into the auga median class? Strong.

"You seem pretty tired already. And no attack magic. Let me do the revenge the other day!

The eleventh is apparently the guy who got busted with my magic. Somewhere up to this point the other guy had been on guard and cautious, but this guy wasn't. He's going to win from the start and he's going to call me aggressively.

My arms are heavy. My legs are heavy. This guy has a lot of trouble. Hands full on defense.

But the attack is rough. The gap - missed. Eat a small attack with a counterattack. No damage with armor, but it was the first time I was attacked.

They're watching us fight on defensive subjects. I have to be aggressive, too. Don't be afraid of risks.

You have to step in more. That should have been my style. Don't be afraid of damage. If you don't die, you can recover.

You couldn't cope with the sudden attack, that guy collapsed with my blow.

My body is heavy, but I'm getting used to it too. I can still fight.

Twelve, thirteen...... my arms and legs have trembled with fatigue. The sword is heavy.

"Do you want to take a break?

That's what Lux asks.

"No, it's okay. This is training, too."

Hydrate only. Kensei's directive is to know your limits. I say there is depth beyond that limit. I'm not even the limit yet.

Fifteen, twenty. My legs don't move much anymore. I can't even help my arm. Pushed into the opponent's punch. Defeat and lose.

But I can see the movement of the target. Focus. Find the gap.

Twenty-fifth. They poked me where the motion fell. Eat a decent attack. A blow that could be fatal if serious.

But sweet. He slammed the counter straight into his alarmed opponent that he had won, knocking him down forcefully.

"Heels"

The pain and fatigue made my head tear. Is this finally about half the time?

"Can we still go?

"Oh."

"You're tough."

"I get two names in the kingdom: the immortal. To this extent."

My breathing is calming down.

"Next."

Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine. Each and every one of them is terribly tough. Eat your teeth out, squeeze out your limits, and overlap your victory with the thought of stepping on thin ice.

And the thirtieth. Eat the attack and kneel. I still don't know what to do, but the other guy's been chasing me around. I can't get them to give me the gap I'm recovering from.

Damage prevents the body from moving as it thinks. I desperately try my defense, but I can't prevent it.

He ate two or three relentless attacks as he was, finally rolled to the ground, and there he was stabbed with his sword.

"... here we go"

Thirty. It's far from a hundred people out, but would you do well?

Cheers and applause for the victor. Recover magic to the BGM and stand up well. There seems to be some applause for me, so I wave gently and move to the corner of the arena to sit down.

Will the losing opponent be a little above the median in the org? You mean you could have won more than I thought, or shall I say you lost to this extent? I guess this means my strength now.

"Good day. That was a lot of heat. Guests would have seen good things too. This is a prize."

That's what I said. Lux gave me a couple of coins. At least it didn't seem like such an impudent battle.

"It's almost noon. I have a meal to prepare, so you should eat it."

They have meals for athletes and audiences so they don't have to go back to town.

What will you do after that? I don't even have to think about it. Training.

You don't have to beat Lucs, but you can't go up there again unless you defeat the rest of the Auga.

The two of you are absent. If you do so, will Lasbos be third in Sanza? There's so much reckless about winning with only a sword.

I don't have to wonder what you're so desperate for, but I don't want the Saties training up there to leave me, and there was someone in the demonic realm who couldn't even beat Kensei once.

More. We need to be stronger.