A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

Miriam Mother of Okanmura,

"What do you mean, it's late while you're attached?"

and blame father Ronin.

Ronin, father,

"I guess it's going to be late because I'm attached. What do you expect from me?"

I said back.

…………

Miriam mother, who doesn't even sound like a ghost. "You don't have one," said Vandal's father, leaking a laugh, beginning to feed him. Afterwards, we dine in gratitude for the blessings of the mountains.

Me and Ronin act as if there was nothing.

It wasn't something I'd talk about earlier, something I'd do at the table. Not to mention the kind of story I would do in front of a happy family on my first return home in a long time.

My father, my mother and the animals of the mountain delighted my return from the bottom of their hearts and shaped it. I felt like disqualifying the sons of the gods from hindering it.

Therefore, I kept choosing words so that I could not feel the hard look on my face and understand that I was disappointed. [M] I guess that's a success because the sensitive Lunamaria doesn't seem to notice either. When I took the liberty of concluding that, I voiced another concern.

As soon as everyone finishes eating the main dish and gets to dessert, I take the wreckage of the shattered misrill out of my nostrils.

That was the Mithril dagger my father gave me. It was the end of a partner who was shattered at the end of a fierce fight the other day.

Ronin, who saw the wreckage of Mithril, said as he rubbed his mustache.

"Come on, this guy's a hitch. You fought dragons."

"Maybe something similar. One of the twenty-four generals fought Malmuk."

"An ancient demon? I see."

"and at the foot of this mountain, with the large species of Bercell Bull."

"He said it's a large species of Bercell Bull!?

Miriam takes a seat with her. Big breasts shake.

"It's not a super dangerous demon. Besides, this is Bercell Bull's normal year. I came across something terrible."

Reminds me of a powerful enemy who fought scattered in the woods. Indeed, there was one that was many times larger than an individual usually. Maybe it was the biggest species ever. Vandal, I just want to update the records of the demon atlas in Dad's study, but I won't say it because my mother messes with me when I say it on this occasion.

- You don't have to tell me. It's disturbing.

Miriam hugs me all the time and she chokes me with her busty breasts. Pugh, and when I breathe, I give the wreckage of Mithril to Vandal's father.

"I came back to this mountain to get this dagger fixed. I almost broke it in my fight with Marmook, but I totally broke it in my fight with Bercell Bull."

Will it heal...? I offer my apologies, but when I saw the reaction of Vandal's father I received, it wasn't too awkward.

"Hmm," he received frowning, once, sending magic, performing structural analysis, removing and scrutinizing the monoculars.

After a lot of research, Vandal's father said softly.

"I can't."

and.

"I knew it."

I don't eat down. Vandal's father was a magical god who was also proficient in metallurgy. If such a person can't do it after looking into it, then you can't even ask the best forge in the world.

"To be precise, if you use secret medicine and refine it, you'll be able to create a dagger again, but in that case, the intensity drops considerably. That is no longer a misrill. It's just a trick to pull your leg off."

…………

Still fine! And it hurts that I can't put my chest up. The forthcoming journey, the battle against the Zodiac Church, will be inevitable, and besides, it will also confront powerful demons like Bercel Bull. At that time in poor equipment I cannot protect Renamaria, whatever I may be.

It seemed to me that there was no way to reuse Mithril by sentiment if I thought about it that way.

Now it's time to bid farewell to our partner who fought with us for years in his heart. I ask you to provide for my Vandal father. Vandal, who took it on with pleasure. Dad said this when he put a misrill into it.

"I think it's a very good decision not to reuse this mythrill, but instead we have to get new weapons."

When Vandal's father has a long white beard, he begins his discussion. At first, I said, "Shall I make a wooden sword out of a Tonerico tree in the storeroom", but that is vetoed by Miriam's mother.

"It wouldn't make sense to let Will have a wooden sword right now. Men need to focus more on offense."

Vandal's father shuts up because he was right, but when Miriam makes a suggestion that she doesn't understand, she just refuses.

"After all, it would be a men's flail. Son of the gods is the only one with a blow and slaughter weapon."

That's not true, and both fathers and Renamaria. It's a pungent Miriam, but I won't forget to stick around.

"So, what's the idea? I won't admit it's stronger than Mithril's dagger and less destructive than Flail's."

It was still Vandal's father who answered that impossible challenge. He had a mustache, but a proposal appeared to have come to mind.

"Speaking of which, do you know there's a city called Arkham where we went west of this Table Mountain?"

"You don't know me."

Miriam mother with great breasts. It was Renamaria who answered instead.

"I know. I stopped by once before I came to this mountain. - But then, it was like I was preparing for a festival."

Renamaria, the witch of the goddess of the Mother Earth, with the look of!?

"It was. But in the city of Arkham, there was a triennial martial arts tournament."

"Buju, how are you...?

Miriam mother to be a plain pseudonym. What is it?

"It's a monster as its name suggests. Count Arkham brings together a selection of warriors from all over the country to compete with each other."

"Well, barbaric. This is why the men of the lower realm."

"I agree, every time the winner of that tournament is given a fancy sword," he said.

"Oh, I mean, I'm hungry to compete in that tournament and get a fine sword"

"Goodbye."

is Vandal, the god of witchcraft.

"But this year's prize should be a sword made of Damascus steel"

"Oh, a Damascus steel sword. That's not so bad for Mithril."

Ronin father admires.

"That's not what I meant. Will's hands and feet stretched and he became a fine samurai. It could be a good opportunity to switch from a dagger to a sword."

"Indeed. If you want to be strongest, it's Sword One."

The sword god's ink came out. Apparently it's time for me to graduate from my dagger. [M]

"I was going to make the super melee fight extreme with a dagger before moving it into a sword. I mean, it fits when it's good. I suggest you go to Arkham."

"Me too."

"Me too."

but Ronin then comes up with an unexpected suggestion.

"Well, if you decide to be, good hurries. Let me make a statement with you this time."

Miriam frowns at the suggestion. Cut the Goddess and the rest of the Mench.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh? What, are you trying to follow Will naturally? This swordsmanship idiot."

"Ugh, aging goddess. You made Will's statement last time."

Miriam panicked when she heard the words, "Hey, it's nothing. So, don't splurge, fool," he glances at Ronin's father.

Thanks to me, Renamaria, for checking in on us.

Then Miriam's mother and Ronin's father get along with some, but eventually Ronin's father triumphed. Because swordsmen have a better chance of winning martial arts tournaments in Uncle Arkham territory. I couldn't fathom the theory that I had a better chance of winning than I had of being a healing goddess.

"... there's a father out there?

"Ahem? Disgruntled?"

"No way, the other way around. If Dad's going out, he's definitely going to win. But isn't it too cheesy? I can't believe there's a god in a human tournament."

"Don't worry, I'm just a swordsman outside the Divine Zone. You can't use divine authority."

"It seems invincible that there was no divine authority..."

I said, but I didn't object to going down to the lower realm. Ronin, Dad declared he was coming with me. Because I didn't think I could cover it up. Going to the lower realm with my father was a pleasure.

"Okay. Then we'll head to Arkham together tomorrow."

"That's my boy. You know what I'm talking about."

Father Ronin mouths the sake. The conversation lasted a long time, but Miriam's mother still complains.

"Seriously, I'm not convinced that tomorrow would be a good time to give up 100 million steps and be accompanied by this swordsman idiot."

"Well, it's been a long time since I've been back, so give me some more bone rest"

Vandal, the god of witchcraft, also provides cover. I glance at Renamaria, but she nods. [M]

"Right. Looks like there's still time for the martial arts tournament, so why don't we go to the mountains for a few more days?"

"I have to. Well, then, it's Parry Night till after the tournament day."

Miriam, the goddess of healing, declares to wave her cooking arm when she wraps her arms around her. Renamaria panicked and said, "I'll help you too."

I said. Looks like Miriam was worried about her cooking arm. As far as I'm concerned, I like Miriam's loving dongle pie, but I did decide to leave everything to Lunamaria because Lunamaria seemed to have something better to help me with.

Spend the next few weeks like you once did.

In the morning, Ronin and Dad do sword arches and sweat. At noon, in the afternoon, he receives a lecture on sorcery from Vandal's father. At night, we boil the bath with firewood that we all collect. I don't ask if my mother will come in with me, but in front of Lunamaria, that's embarrassing, and besides, I decide to go in separately for both men and women to miss her going in alone.

When we get out of the bath, we eat dinner and we all see the stars. Mother Miriam entrusts her wishes to a shooting star, Father Ronin searches for her own inn star, and Father Vandal talks about the inclusions of the stars. Me and Lunamaria look at the sight with pleasure.

"You're a good friend of the gods"

"Right, we usually fight all the time,"

"I hope we're close enough to fight"

"Right. Once upon a time, when I read the story of a gray cat and a red tea rat coming out, it said, 'Fight amicably'. I think it's like that."

"Thomas and Jelly."

"Yes, yes. Oh, you've read Renamaria, too?

"No, because I'm blind. Flora, the high priest, was reading to the children at the foot."

"Hey, there's no High Priest..."

Word butt got smaller because Renamaria sounded familiar with the crushed name.

"High Priest Flora...... Oh, I remember"

"Do you know?

"Yeah, Baba from Vulka Village said that name."

"Well."

Amazing Lunamaria.

"But a long time ago, I went to the village of Barca to save Mr. Jinga, who was suffering from green fever."

"I see, that seems possible. Flora said she traveled around the world when she was younger, exploring the path of salvation."

"You were on a training trip."

"That's right. He used his knowledge of healing magic and medicine to save a lot of people."

"Virtue seems high"

"Yes, I have the best virtues of the Mother Earth Church"

"Wow. I'd love to meet you someday and teach you a lot."

"Right. Flora wants to see Will, too."

"Really?"

"Of course it is. In the first place, I traveled through the Order of the Mother Earth to bring Master Will home, so please come home with me and meet Master Flora."

"Okay. - I'd like to, but I need to get to the martial arts tournament first."

"It was. Of course, let's prioritize you first. Arkham's martial arts tournament."

Ronin comes all the way to block Lunamaria's words.

"No, man. Winning martial arts tournaments is our goal."

I stare at Renamaria with a mild and bitter laugh.

"That's what I think. He said if it wasn't for me or my dad, we'd have to win."

"Then you have nothing to worry about. Make sure Master Will wins."

"Well, you know, the blind witch..."

Ronin smiled and slapped me and Lunamaria on the shoulder.

"Now, is it time to leave? If we stay in the mountains till the end, we might be late."

Ronin, Dad and the others are the only words, but you're absolutely right, so the next day, I'm leaving. Miriam leaks sarcasm, "You can do it together, right," but she probably thinks it's a bad idea to force her to stay too long and be late for the tournament. At the end of the day, he dropped me off in tears.

"Good Will, be careful with the raw water. Don't let Lunamarian incense fool you. Brush your teeth every day and wash your hands thoroughly."

"I know, Mother. I'm not a kid anymore."

"What are you talking about? Not the Will boy who slept with me until now."

It's like my mother was just forced into bed...... I just wanted to say, I knew this place needed a hug more than an objection. I hug my mother.

Embrace a very luxurious mother, unlike the image. It was so delicate that it seemed to break even now.

(... was my mother this small)

No, have I grown up? If I looked at my body again, my hands and feet were stretched. Soon he was taller than the wolf Schultz.

(... place an old old mother and embark on a journey. More gray hair for my mother if I go home)

It is a poem that was written in a collection of poems I used to read. It was a poem that was not perfect at that time, but now I can feel the meaning and virtue of the poem. When I hit an emotion just in my heart, I let go of my mother's shoulder.

"Well, mother, goodbye again. But I'll see you soon."

"Really?"

"It's true."

"Really? What month, what time, what time, and how many seconds will you be back?

"I can't promise that, but on a day not so far away"

"... ok. Until then, bear with me. But be really careful with your body."

"I know. Bye."

Waving remnantly only one last time, he also waved at Vandal's father and the mountain animals.

"See you guys"

Of course, mountain animals can't speak human language. But there was also remorse and affection from their expressions and tricks. He dropped me off like my father and mother.

I went down the mountain with my hair pulled back. [M]