A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

At the table Mountain, proceed silently to the place where the hall of the gods where I lived. On the road, I was silent because I was concerned about the girl's words earlier.

The girl who resents and avenges Ronin's father. Her sword was full of killing. Did Dad really do something that resented her?

Lunamaria calls me when I'm discussing it.

"Dear Will, it's not much to worry about. Something people resent without having to do something outrageous. I don't know more about Master Ronin than Master Will, but the fact that you raised someone like Mr. Will should also be a superior personality. There must have been something wrong or something wrong."

Renamaria to a conclusion similar to mine. I'm so glad you cared about me.

"Besides, this is already a shrine. I'll be at the Gods Hall soon. I mean, you can ask yourself. You'd rather hear it in person than be bored."

"Right... right? Is that the quickest way to go?"

That's what I thought. I stepped up my pace and headed to the house of the gods, my parents.

I tried to come up with the name of Hiffne, the swordsman of vengeance, but I couldn't. Because before that, the goddess of healing rattled crackers.

"Will! Welcome home!!

When she sounded the cracker momentously, she then opened the dull balls. From there comes a thread of gold and silver and a paper blizzard. He welcomed me in with the laughter of the synagogue as if he had boiled the happiness of the world.

Plus that oligarchy Vandal father is party spec too. My favorite hat, Hiroshiro Hat, had the red and white specifications for the Winter Solstice Festival. Tension is normal, but my eyebrow butt was dropping all the time.

It can't be the most serial story in the opening when this happens.

I really wanted to talk to Dad Ronin first - but I look at Dad lightly, but he gives a big giggle as soon as he only gives him a serious look for a moment. He seemed to be telling me to reunite with my family first. Follow that recommendation.

"It's a big welcome.... I wish it was more normal"

Speaking of honest thoughts, Miriam said, "It can't be!" He comes sticking his finger out.

"Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

"It's been a while. I've only been standing for a month or so."

"Every day without you is a thousand autumn days, so it will be a calculation that 4000 days have passed in 1000x40 days. 400x24 is... uh, full?

The goddess doesn't seem to be good at calculations. Vandal father reckons instead.

"It's 9600 hours.... at all, are you really a pharmacological goddess"

"It's okay to use a clock when formulating medications. What, Vandal, where's Will this morning? Isn't it too late? Is something wrong? to the habit of twitching."

"Shut up."

"And I even got a hat like that for the winter solstice festival chief."

"You must have given me this rash."

"You're wearing a ride."

Hmm, Vandal turns his nose away, but still seems happy that I returned without a thing. I said I'd turn around again.

"Men, if you don't fit for three days, scratch it, but that's exactly what you are right now. Still got a tough look at it, not long after we broke up."

"Thank you, Father Vandal. I met a lot of people in the lower realm, and I learned a lot."

"Um, sounds like you've learned a lot that you can't learn from books alone. You were right to let me travel."

"That's a good thing. It's about the results of my training, and why don't I take the trip around here?

Miriam, the goddess, adds, hasn't felt that way about me.

"The world is wide. I have yet to see the vast desert to the west. [M] Glaciers to the north, too. I haven't even seen countries with different cultures in the east."

"I see your exploration hasn't been fulfilled yet"

"Yeah, you are."

"Then continue your journey. Check everything with that eye. You're still young. I'm not old enough to travel."

Miriam turns her gaze, "I don't know, this jizzy," but she also knows I won't bend my will. I said as I nodded.

"... Well, it's nice to travel, but stretch your feathers about when you get home. You're gonna take it slow for a while, aren't you?

I said.

If you look at it, the Hall of the Gods is beautifully decorated as it was during the Winter Solstice Festival. It was obvious that Mother Miriam took the time to decorate it. In addition, mountain animals gather together. Squirrel, the child who held full of dungeons, the bear who brought me honey, and Schultz, the child-familiar wolf, brought his daughter-in-law.

My heart bursts suddenly. Besides, I'm sorry to make their hospitality unobstructed.

Renamaria will also encourage you to take your time and tell them that you will stay for a few days.

When she heard that, Miriam's mother rejoiced at all the jumping, she said, "I need to stop cooking delicious food!," he says. Father Vandal said, "I'll make it instead!" and rarely panic his expression. Miriam's cooking skills are the worst in this mountain.

I realize that time passes softly, but there is only one person whose eyes are not laughing. I invite the person.

"... Ronin, Father, can I have the time to dinner, gently arched?

Ronin, the sword god, seemed to have guessed my sincerity and said, "I don't mind."

Miriam's mother said, "Are you still in training these days? Damn, this is why the swordsmanship idiot..." but he allowed me and Dad Ronin to be alone. In the meantime, they're going to teach Renamaria how to make a special dongle pie for the Hall of Gods. He says great things so that I don't have to get a twitch on my journey, but it's all Vandal's father who invented and taught the recipe.

Just still, Renamaria seemed happy. He bowed his head deeply, took the old gods and goddesses, and headed to the kitchen.

Me and Ronin dropped it off and headed to the training ground.