10 nen goshi no HikiNiito o Yamete Gaishutsushitara Jitaku goto Isekai ni Ten’ishiteta

"Come on Marc, this is our house from today on!

"Wow, that's amazing, Dad! It's better than when I lived in the village!

A house built on pioneering land.

It was Marcel the Dog People who made him a slave to Eugene who opened that door. Ahead of me holding hands, I also have my son Marc. We both have a full laugh. Although the face was a golden retriever.

Two people swinging their tails around in a boom and in a mood to get inside. From then on, Marcel's wife and cat tribe Nina is following. I'm in a good mood.

Eugene says that the first house built on the pioneering land was in Marcel. And after accepting the proposal of the former Class 3 Adventurer Blaze, who is deputy village chief in the pioneering land absent Eugene, the Beasts finally moved from their tents to their new homes.

"You smell like a tree, Dad!

"Right, Marc"

"It feels good on the wooden floor, not the dirt, Mother!

"Well, that's nice."

Nina seems to "na" become "nya" anyway.

Marc is now 13 years old. In the next six months, in the fall, he is 14. Adolescent, but apparently not rebellious. No, maybe I'm just tense in front of my new home.

The house built around woodworker Tomas and his two assistants was a wooden bungalow.

Earthbound with one room Hakamado. There seems to be an underground reservoir around the corner. It is a dining kitchen with spacious underfloor storage.

The other room has wooden planks on the floor. It is a living room and bedroom.

Newly built wooden 1DK. It is a property of a joint toilet with no bath.

The sense of modern Japan is subtle for a family of three, but the family happily spreads the carpet and leaves their respective luggage behind.

Nina, the cook, seemed to like the underfloor storage with tree lids dug in the dirt.

Incidentally, in addition to whether or not the food is in the earth, there is a joint cooking area in Pioneering Village. It was mainly to be cooked there and Kamado was to be used for thermal insulation and easy cooking, as well as for heating. It is like what Japan used to call an enclosure.

"This is our home from today on!... That, Father. What do you do when you save money?

"Right. Your father thinks it would be a good idea to live in Houjo Village like this. Nina seems to like the woods, and there's a house here."

To Marcel's words, Nina nods cocklessly and indicates consent. She is a silent woman. No, he seemed concerned about the placement of cookware and dishes. She is a whimsical woman. Just for cats. Cat people, though.

"Yeah, Dad, I think I'm good too!

"With Mr. Blades here, it's safe to have monsters out. And..."

"And?"

"There's Alice, and I don't know about Reese... but there's three young girls here, and you know what?

Marcel laughs and tells Marc as he looks at Marc's face. Of course, it's not like Marcel, the wife belt, is interested in young girls.

Marc bouncing his shoulder in a vicious manner.

So, who's destiny, huh? Tell your fathers, because you will not tell anyone, and your father and mother will begin to pursue.

Depending on the race, they are often treated as adults if they are 15 in this world. In other words, Marc is an adult in a year and a half.

In this rural part of the world, it's not strange when parents, surroundings, or people decide to forgive each other.

I'm sure that's why Marcel and Nina are listening to my son. I'm not amused by Marc's first love or the symptoms specific to adolescence that thrill him with the presence of an older woman close to him. Probably.

"Or your father and mother already! I'm going to train!

That's what I'm saying. Marc jumps out of the house. The face is red. No, I don't know because I have fur.

"Young man."

"Youth."

Marc was dropped off by his parents with warm eyes.

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"Yes, Marc, don't wait! Get out of the way!

The voice of the vice village chief's blaze echoes in the training ground.

Marc's opponent is the man who served as a shield for the former Grade 5 adventurer Red Lotus Fire Hell, who came as the Second Pioneering Group.

The morning training, which was centered on the former third-degree adventurer's blaze, was busy adding five men. Especially the single men from the Second Pioneering Group have a fever for training.

In the periphery surrounded by the Great Forest, strength leads directly to moths. It is particularly pronounced in rural and pioneering areas. If you're not strong, you can die. It would be natural for a woman to choose a man who could protect herself.

"Damn, that's pretty good, Marc!

A former Grade 5 adventurer man who was dealing with Marc barks.

Marc holds a small shield and sword of the type that attaches to his arm, moving around and messing with his opponent in combat style. Marc, who has been trained by the former third-degree adventurers, was able to fight quite a bit.

"Okay, that's it! Marc, you've come a long way."

Ha-ha-ha. Blades stroking Marc's head exhaling rough.

Marc falls down before responding and gets tired and crawls on all fours. He is no longer a dog in clothes.

"The rest is strength. Well, if I could do this, I'd be an adventurer."

"Ho, really, is it?

"Oh. Well, what's grade 9?

Blades who say that to Marc and look at Chirali and other former adventurers.

"Right, you'll be able to register for Grade 9 or at least Grade 10. Marc-kun is polite, so if you steadily succeed in your request, you won't have a problem getting promoted to level 7? If you work out like this, I think you can get to Grade 5 sooner rather than later, but from there on..."

It was the former Class 5 Adventurer Party leader who answered the Blades. They stopped being adventurers and became pioneers in their late 20s because they hit a grade 4 promotion wall.

Grades 10 to 8 are rookie adventurers. A beginner who can fight quite a bit, doing chores and pedal-like work.

Not everyone can go up because going up to level 7 takes into account the rate of fulfillment of the request and response to the client. This is where it is one wall, but those I train with were pushing my heartbeat that Marc would have no problem.

Adventurers in grades 7 to 5 are the most numerous and are the most common adventurers around here. Those who are trusted and able to fight.

In addition to confidence, strength was an indicator to go up to Grade 4. This is the biggest wall of adventurers looking to be promoted.

Former Grade 5 Adventurer Party: Red Lotus Fire Prison.

Unlike the impression of the party name, the tough structured men with two scouts and bowmen and three shields, who finally went up to grade 5 in their late 20s, but had no deciding factor to go up to grade 4. The success rate of the request and the trust of the employer were not a problem, but the fighting power did not reach the fourth level.

The wall to grade 4 promotion is also said to be the wall of the ordinary and talented. Some walls cannot be crossed by effort alone.

They stopped working hard to get stronger and took advantage of the high level of trust from the Alliance to find a new place to work. That's how I found this pioneering group.

"Well, that depends on Marc. Marc, next time a monster comes out, you want to fight it?

"Yes!"

You finally calm your breath, Marc, shaking your tail and answering well.

Marc was responding with a crossbow when the pioneering land was attacked by a group of goblins and oaks. But I have no experience in melee combat with monsters. Until now, I have not been allowed to do so by Blaze as a master. Well, there are also reasons for the excessive power of the pioneering land.

Looks like he was admitted to serving, Marc smiles happily.

There were those who looked at the smile from the shade.

The two are Marc's parents, Marcel and Nina. Marc's parents keep a close eye on the results of the training.

And three in another shade.

The needle apprentice women were watching Marc.

With Marc's proud smile on his eyes, one drooling yodally.

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"Ah, I knew Marc would be fine."

"Hey, hey, you all right?

"I can't believe this kid..."

"I can't help but be cute anymore!... Marc, don't eat it."

"Huh? Cute, isn't it like watching or some kind of playful array? Sexually?"

"Oh, that way? That's rare for a couple of humans and beasts, but they're not there, and they're old... because they're only four and a half miles away. Well, that's not weird... eh, really?

"Fuzzy hairy! Pure eyes! Honest tail! If I attacked him, he would shake the pull, but he wouldn't fight back with force because he was sweet, and he would look at me with his eyes... and I would say that when I saw it. You don't have to be scared, let your sister do it. Oh!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. I'm gonna do this to this kid."

"Hey, hey, why don't you just ask him out on a proper date, not force him to do that? We got along in no hurry, you see?

"Heh heh heh heh, well, we need to invite you to a place just for two first"

"Eh, what's that disgusting laugh? You two have a date? You're not gonna push me down because nobody's here, are you?

"I don't know what to do... and should I talk to someone for now..."

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"All right, training's over! Next time, I'll go get some water and work on it today. It's not my turn to explore. Or help Mr. Tomas with his architecture? Hang in there!"

Marc swings his tail with a bumble and heads to the water field in a good mood.

Is it farm work that Marcel directs, or the building site of a home dwelling? I'm relaxing about my work today.

Without realizing the imminent danger.

Marc, I'm 13 and six months old.

It was a little further before Marc understood the word "fait accompli". A little more.

The unspoilt boy who was looking for his future path is likely to change from a boy to an adult in adolescence.

Eugene is absent, but the pioneering land is still peaceful today.