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

Wang Du Riviere.

There was a figure of a man in the aristocratic hall, in the courtyard used for training.

He has leg armor on both legs and waves that leg as if dancing.

Werewolves Doni.

He is a man who has sworn allegiance to Charles, who has decided to live as a nobleman.

Eventually Donnie stops moving and exhales roughly.

Under such a doni, one man approached.

"Donnie, it's a pretty good move. I don't think I can move my right arm."

"Mr. Fernan. No, not this. I can buy you some time one-on-one, but I can't protect Charles when it's more than that."

"Hmm..."

"Maybe we should just put on some armor and protect it."

"Donnie, you've just started working out since you became that body, haven't you? It's early. It is not until the next spring, when the noble higher schools begin, that Master Charles will go outside. We still have time."

"Really... what about Master Charles?

"It's a magic lecture by my husband now. Next is arithmetic, so Donnie, it's time to cut it up."

"Whoa. By the way, that, Mr. Fernan. You don't have to use salutations on me..."

"It's a genre. Never mind."

Fernan with a nickel and a grin.

Donnie shakes her head small enough to say she gave up.

Then, after the training ground, we headed to a well in the corner of the garden.

The Bastian Hall where Eugene and the others left.

Charles will be attending an aristocratic advanced school starting next spring, a day of study and training.

Doni is encouraging him to train to be Charles' escort.

That's not all.

Doni is also studying reading and writing arithmetic, aristocratic basics and etiquette so that he can accompany any place.

So that the two of the bandits can now live side by side among themselves among the nobles.

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Summer is the season.

Sweaty temperatures make the air even hotter.

By magic.

Charles was training magic in the garden of the Bastian Hall.

One season since I've been able to use magic.

Thanks to the guidance of the Bastians, or to the books of the wizards of history left in the house that last 300 years, or thanks to the rare demonic eye?

Charles remembered his magic as if it had been a lie.

So much so that Doni, who was present, could keep an eye out.

"What do you say, uncle?

"Well done, Charles. From now on, you have to remember the devil's eye and the idea of not being spotted."

"Should I keep it a secret?

"Mm-hmm. The Devil's Eye would be Charles' trump card. They'll know any of it, but you'd better keep it hidden for as long as you can. Don't know where the enemy is."

"... Yes"

Charles nodding at Bastian's words.

Given the contents of Charles' determination, the more unknown trump cards the better.

Now it's still the prep period.

Charles, a child of the countryside, is nothing more than a period of preparation for living as a nobleman.

"Donnie, remember the magic Charles can use. Sooner or later, Charles will use magic from behind Donnie."

"Yes, Master Bastian"

It seemed to me that I had Donnie present who couldn't use magic to show off Charles' magic.

Magic does not affect the operator, but Friendly Fire exists.

Doni was nodding in a convincing manner.

"Okay, that's it for today. I thought I'd go back to the hall."

"Sir, Kevin, the Chamber of Commerce has sent us a letter and a package."

"Oh well! Yuku, Charles!

Bastian with a dele and a grin at the words told by the butler Fernan.

There's no shadow of Charles telling the noblemen that they should hide their emotions.

Apparently I was expecting Alice's letter to be in there.

He is an idiot.

Both Bastian and Charles made their way to the hall early, just because they couldn't wait.

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"Hmm. That crate looks like it's headed for Donnie from Lord Eugene. Donnie, open it. And then... oh, this is a letter from Alice! This is Charles, this is Noon!

A letter opened by Bastian with a rough nose.

It seemed to contain greetings and recent developments in the pioneering land, an inventory, and a letter from Alice.

Bastian and Charles just drop their eyes on the letter.

Doni, on the other hand, opens the crate with a face full of expectations.

Donnie was told the last night Eugene spent in the aristocratic hall.

There are weapons that even Donnie can use right now.

I'll make a prototype and send it here when I can, he said.

And.

Coming out of the crate was a piece of paper with one thick bundle of paper and how to use something like a weapon.

What you see under the paper is like a bunch of weapons.

"Oh, Mr. Eugene..."

Donnie stretches out his trembling hand, eating up his teeth.

Maybe we can fight again.

But it has not yet been decided that the weapons sent to us can be used.

inflate your chest to expectations and still don't expect too much.

Curtailing his feelings, Donnie reaches for what looks like a weapon.

"Hmm. Charles, Fernan, Doni. We're going out to the yard with that crate. Shake it and you won't know if you can use it."

Bastian, who saw the inventory, orders.

Once again, the line went to the courtyard.

Charles and Donnie, while suppressing the roaring beat.

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Fernan loads a piece of paper that says how to use the weapon.

Apparently, there were words in the letter that Eugene had Kevin write while explaining to her that Donnie didn't understand.

"Donnie, these two are weapons for the left arm."

"Mr. Fernan, but I have my left finger..."

"One will be fine. What about this one... Donni, take this first"

That's what Fernan gives away one weapon.

That was an oddly shaped weapon.

Short, wide-ranging body.

That is not uncommon in itself.

What's odd is the pattern shape.

Instead of stretching straight out to follow from your torso, torso and vertical.

"Donnie, they're going to hold that pattern. Like a blade coming at the end of your fist."

Donnie grips the pattern with the three remaining fingers.

The short and wide body had come before nature and fist.

Qatar, Jamadahar and Bundi Dagar.

Or a weapon called the Dragon Killer, which appears in the National RPG series. It is unclear why a dragon can be defeated with an array.

"Sounds like a weapon that specializes in piercing rather than slashing. What do you say, Donnie?

The first weapon I've had in years.

Donnie waves her left arm.

From the top, from the side, and poking.

"It's not a problem for me to poke you from the front. The grip is better than a normal sword... but the side movement is uneven on the tip of the blade, and you probably can't take it with this weapon"

I shake my head, Donnie, but it's still a weapon that seems "usable".

The corner of his mouth was rising. But I don't have canine teeth that I'm supposed to see there.

"Hmm... sounds like we could work something out. Fernan, tomorrow's training should be geared up with lumber and armor."

"Ha. Donnie, take this one, then. The equipment method is the same. The rest seems to be secured to the arm with a leather belt."

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna take out another weapon and hand it to Donnie, Fernan.

Metal armor, or caged hands.

At its tip there were three blades.

Doni equips it on his left arm and Fernan secures it with a leather belt.

Iron claws.

It is a weapon drawn by Lewis.

Donnie waving her left arm again.

"This... seems easier to use than just now for being fixed to the arm. We can't handle lateral movements..."

"I see. So maybe the earlier weapon could also be used if it could be fixed to the arm"

"Hmm, a weapon to pierce and a weapon to scratch and hurt. I don't care if you're a monster, but if you're the guy in the armor, a weapon that sticks up would be more powerful."

"The letter from Eugene says it's only a prototype. Even though it's the same size, I don't know if Doni can use it in his absence, so I'd like it to be improved and adjusted here."

"What else? Hmmm......"

"Sir, I think you should ask a territorial blacksmith to improve it."

"But it's gonna take some time, okay?

"Actually... there are other weapons."

"Hmm. Donnie, try everything first. It's a weapon that a rare man has in mind, and I want to see it too."

"Yes."

Apparently, in the courtyard training center, a review meeting begins.

Fernan reads the letter and Doni equips the prototype.

Feet, arms, shoulders, head.

Doni with a prototype almost all over his body.

"Or cool..."

Charles leaks the word when he sees it.

Ankle armor.

Thick bundles of paper were descriptions of kicking moves. The leg armor seems to have been engineered to increase its power.

Leather-based leg armor has two blades, toe and heel.

The other parts had been hit with massive amounts of wax. He wanted to make it lighter than total metal while making it available for defense, strike.

Toes and heels seem to be used for toddling because they may not fall out.

Something like a kneepad for leeches at last.

Left arm.

This one is equipped with iron claws. Given Charles' opponents, Jamadahar seems better, but this one is awaiting improvement.

The armor was secured with a small round shield.

The freely moving left arm also seemed to be considered for use in defense.

Shoulders.

For some reason, only the right shoulder was fitted with a thick, short togued shoulder pad.

To avoid limiting the movement of the left arm, the left shoulder is recommended normal leather armor.

Conversely, the shoulder pads equipped on the right shoulder were large enough to cover both arms.

Head.

The helmet was helmet. It's not a full face, it's the type with no cheeks or face guards.

The chin of Doni, the werewolf, is out front, so I can't help it.

It is the top of the head that is characteristic.

It had a thick blade.

Mohican-shaped.

"Uh, that's for once. Be careful when using…"

"Eugene, what are you thinking... well, there may be times when you use a head punch in a melee..."

"Um, people and monsters have weaknesses in their heads. I can't use it to attack. Nevertheless, is this the idea of a rare person"

The three people who saw the helmet were shaking their heads, except for Charles, who sparkled their eyes.

It is a shaken appearance.

Donnie, equipped with everything, is full of weapons.

Except for the immobile right arm.

"Your right arm... it's hard to balance because you can't move. Together......"

"Donnie. This is Eugene's letter at the end. Look through me."

That's what Fernan sends Doni a letter.

"Are you serious, Mr. Eugene..."

"Donnie, what's going on?

"Oh, no, it's nothing, Master Charles. Let me think overnight."

"Well, if Donnie says so. Tell me tomorrow."

A number of unexpected weapons, and letters from Eugene, both Charles and Doni had leaked their previous wording.

Still, Donnie didn't seem to forget her name.

What was written in Eugene's letter.

It was said that there were still some products being prototyped.

But all that's left is the upper body and lower abdomen, and the moving (...) or (...) right (...) front (...) arms (...) only.

If you don't move, have no chance of healing, and get in the way of the fight, go ahead.

It was as if Donnie had spotted herself having such thoughts.

Knee pads in boots, shoulder pads with iron claws and lizards, and Mohican helmets with hard to use story weapons for attacks.

It is the end of the century.

But apparently, that's not the end of the bulletin board resident and Lewis' werewolf arming plan.

By the way, there was no dragon corn.

Looks like he ended up being laughed at with his nose by a blacksmith's parent Dwarf.

Donnie from "All Blades Wolf".

Armed planning is underway, but birth is still ahead of us.