29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

The first thing I thought about entering the city of Crossroads was that the road was wide open.

Because the carriage is coming and going, is that why?

Wide cobblestone roads, all buildings built to the left and right are heavily stoned.

Everyone who goes out looks European and American, and the outfit feels like a European ethnic costume I've seen on TV and online.

"Come on, don't just stand there."

"Oh, sorry."

Observe the people and surroundings traveling to and from the edge of the road, even if boggling in the middle of the street is in the way of passage.

Most people seem to have some kind of weapon on their hips, although the people they go out with can vary.

Regardless of the really little kids, kids about 12-3 years old also bring up knife-like stuff.

Those who are not equipped with weapons are about people wearing black leather collars. Is it a slave?

As far as I can tell, the town is clean, and I don't feel any particular odor, etc. I guess the sewers are well maintained.

"Oh, excuse me. Where is the Adventurer Guild?

"Oh, then I'll be right there. Look, that wooden building."

When I caught the good-looking aunt of someone who seemed to be shopping home and asked, she immediately told me.

There was certainly a pretty fine building of wood sitting in the place where my aunt pointed her finger.

"Thank you, sister"

"Ha ha! You're gonna be a good adventurer! Good luck!"

Happy with my compliment, my aunt waved away laughing.

All right, let's try to make a quick move.

Adventurer Guild.

It is an essential part of fantasy.

Adventurers ask for requests, gather information, and travel on adventures.

An important presence that serves as a base for this, the Adventurer Guild.

The Adventurer Alliance in this world doesn't leak much either, and it seems to be what I thought it would be.

In the building, rough men wearing a variety of weapons gather, looking at the requisitions posted on the bulletin boards and wrapping pipes around a mixed liquor store.

"Welcome to the Adventurer Alliance. That's a new face, is that a favor?

"No, registration"

When I said that, Osama at the reception counter (the strong side of the skinhead) began to see me as giddy from the toe to the top of his head.

I'm not glad Osama saw you, don't look at me.

"Well, I'm not ill... are you okay with that kind of gear?

It's okay, no problem.

I can't stop saying that.

You wouldn't make sense if I told you this story.

"Swords, fights and wind magic can be done there. You can only use a little healing magic. I was going to get my gear ready, but how much is it going to cost to get the minimum amount of gear?

"Well, you're versatile, not by what you see. Maybe eight pieces of silver if we had all the leather protective gear."

The balance is one gold coin, two large silver coins, eight silver coins, thirteen large copper coins and twenty copper coins.

I know it's pretty expensive, but you still haven't pinned it.

"I have a budget, tell me the recommended armor store"

"Yeah, I'll tell you later about the martial arts store we're partnering with. Sign me up first, give me your ID."

"Is this good?

Osama looked at it and nodded when he issued the provisional ID he had earlier issued at the city gate.

Then get detailed questions and explanations about the rules in a separate room.

It's like general common sense, even when it comes to meticulous rules.

Don't make noises all over the city using weapons and magic, guilders help each other as much as possible, and you think it's forbidden in principle for guilders to kill each other?

"I'm going to do a fitness test here or at the end of the day"

"Suitability test?

After an explanation that spanned about thirty minutes, Osama mentioned that.

I didn't hear you had a test, Oi.

If I had a written exam or something, I'd be out.

"Oh, come here"

That's how they brought me here. It was like a whole lot of training ground.

There is room for bows and swords to train and move their bodies, and the adventurers are spending their thoughts.

Osama's taking me. My gaze gathers. Don't look at me.

"All right, I'll have him fight the right guy here... Hmm"

Osama looked around.

A lot of adventurers are intrigued and watching this one, there's a lot more.

Hey, don't come in the zorro from the guild building, you idiot. Please don't.

"All right, come on, Ethan"

An adventurer named Osama walks in.

A young man's adventurer wearing used leather armor.

"This is the guy with the weapon, okay?

The adventurer, called Ethan, has unleashed one of the two wooden swords he brought. You're a special winner.

I'll catch that and shake it. Not bad.

"This, please."

Give the short sword to the nearby adventurer by sheath and exercise flexion.

This is what happens. I'll do it.

"Is the use of magic an ant?

"Stop being too capable of killing."

Does that mean ants for anything to the extent of not dying?

Ethan already had a wooden sword in his hand.

Bets have already begun around which one will win.

"Then start the due diligence, both sides"

Ethan sets up a wooden sword and drops his hips.

I dropped my hips so that I could move at any time as well.

A moment of silence.

"Begin!"

With the old man's hanging voice, Ethan has stuffed the time as if it had been played.

This one packs the time as well.

You thought I was the amateur from the outfit, and Ethan looked surprised for a moment.

"Ha!

I'm in the lead.

The tweezer aimed at the right arm is struck down by Ethan's wooden sword, and the swing from the upper section that Ethan has unleashed is done half a step back.

Shake it down, shake it down, pay it up, hang it up, cut it off with Ethan for a while.

It's okay, I can react. A winnable opponent.

Did you rush it, Ethan set it up on the big upper level and set it up to wiggle all over you?

All the best, I'll take that swing with my hands in the belly of a sword, and I'll hit Ethan's empty torso with a strong front kick.

Dossssssssss, the definite feeling.

"Guru!?

Stick your left fingertip where Ethan retreats to the back.

Expands fire three times, converges magic.

Imagine three air bullets and unleash magic.

"Windshot!

The air bullets released in three consecutive rounds struck Ethan, who had not regained his posture, and blew it up.

Zawah

A training ground that lashes a moment and quiets down.

I can't move with my fingertips sticking to Ethan.

Hey, did you overdo it?

What is this silence?

"Let's do it."

Niyali, and laughing old man.

Beating down, Ethan was dragged into the corner by an adventurer who was watching.

"Which one goes next?

Suck, and adventurers coming forward with wooden weapons in their hands.

Hey, there's plenty of stuff out there.

"You've got a good Iki in here."

"I have to taste this."

"Don't do it."

Stop it, please. It's going to die.

"That was very popular."

Learn to kill an old man who laughs gah-hah.

Three people were made to deal with me after that because of this old man being funny to me.

The result? The third wooden sword was beautifully set on my head and I passed out.

I might have been a little different if I hadn't even cut my magic.

"So? Are you passing"

"Oops, I pass without complaining. Normally, it's from the F-rank, but you're from the E-rank."

That said, the metal card my old man had given me had my name and face engraved with the letter "E" indicating the Adventurer rank.

There is no particular description of the level or anything.

Maybe the concept of level isn't very pervasive.

"Is that a good thing when you get to the ranks?

I heel my aching head because my magic has healed a little.

My attitude toward my old man is already missing pieces of courtesy.

I'm not wearing any protective gear. I've got a lot of adventurers on me.

"Well, if you're about B-rank, you're starting to get a glimpse. An A-rank would probably make a respectful eye, and an S-rank would make you a hero."

"It's a long way to go."

"That's right, come on. Yeah, it's the recommended armor store I was telling you about."

"Then tell me about the recommended inn, in Roja."

This much will be forgiven.

"Come on."

A few adventurers watched the gear as I took a trip to the armoury store introduced to the old man of the guild, which seemed to be quite thriving.

It was the woman at the counter who spoke up. Beauty inside.

Does it smell of iron and leather? The store was full of unique smells I had never smelled much.

Take a look at the corner displaying leather armor.

It has been reinforced with sheetmetal everywhere... but it is high on boulders.

"Choosing your first protective gear is important, do you want me to help?

I was called from behind, so I turned around and the beauty who was at the counter stood with a full smile.

Hmm? You have pointy ears when you look closely. Is it an elf or something?

"Oh, I'm Lewis.

Here, clerk, please. "

"It's Tysi. I'm thinking of buying some leather armor."

"Hmm, which one"

Lewis suddenly hugged me, wondering if he had let my body crawl.

Be dressed like looking down at slightly greener silver hair.

Oh, something smells good - why don't you? This feels somewhat immoral in the public eye.

Or Lewis. I wonder if there are visitors here.

My gaze, my gaze hurts.

"Hmm, if it's your brother's physique, what kind of design do you prefer, hands or knees?

"Uh... I'll fight as well as a sword, so I'd like something to go with that.

Budgets are combined, no more than nine silver coins. "

"Then I guess it would be a good idea to strengthen the fist, knee, and elbow areas with a shovel. I like the boots, but they're a little over-budgeted."

"I don't mind if it's slight."

Choose your protective gear while interacting like that.

When I looked at the counter, there was a cat.

No, it's not a regular cat.

A slender, skinny cat the size of a human child. Is he of the beast man?

He cleverly squeezes something like a flue with the cat's hand. You're so piercing. Is Lewis the shopkeeper over there and the customer service guy over here?

Try on, adjust, try on and adjust the protective gear you have chosen and repeat it several times.

After consulting with the budget, it was decided to buy a set of leather armor reinforced with a pair of pieces, other than the armor to be worn on the torso, to be used for the blow.

At least nine silver coins and six large copper coins.

"Yes, every time. Is the weapon good?

"Um, I'd like to be honest, but I have a budget. I just want a little longer sword across the blade, but, well, I can use wind magic."

"That's right, your brother's physique sounds good with a slightly longer sword. But magic? Brother, what's the trigger?

"Activator?

I lean my neck against words I'm not used to hearing.

Lewis was laughing bitterly in the face that he couldn't believe it.

"Brother, are you sure you're a wizard? I heard it wasn't inefficient to use magic without activation."

That's what Lewis brought a wooden stick from the back of the store.

That one, sounds like a drumstick.

"The cheapest activator we have is this. I'm not familiar with detailed principles or anything, but it seems a lot different without an activator."

I'll borrow the activator from Lewis and try to activate the wind bomb.

What do you say?

It's hard to describe because it's sensory, but I feel like I can 'grasp' the magic better through the activator.

This is the kind of magic that spreads on its own without an activator, so it sticks to space?

"It's certainly easy, this. You're not integrating with weapons or anything?

You won't be able to fight with a wooden stick like a drumstick on a boulder.

If you meet with the sword, you'll be slashed with one blow.

"There are a few, but the activated sword is expensive, isn't it? I wonder if it's cheap."

That's what Lewis brought me was a stick of wood a little longer than my back length.

That's it, like a stick used in Chinese martial arts or something.

"It's an activator-processed quarterstaff. Six silver coins for this."

"I bought a set of armor, so could it be a little more at the set price? In about four silver coins."

"Hmmm..."

Lewis turns his gaze to the cat at the counter to negotiate my price.

The cat put out something like a block sign.

I don't know how I got it out with that meatball hand, but I did.

"So how about one gold coin and four silver coins by pairing it with a set of armor?

Does that mean the balance is two large silver coins, four silver coins, thirteen large copper coins and twenty copper coins?

Hmmm... ok.