A Boy Raised by Gods, Will Be the Strongest

Even taking Ronin father and Lunamaria down the mountain, but very uncomfortable.

"... Speaking of which, you've never been down the mountain with Dad Ronin"

No, the gods shouldn't go down the mountain cheaply, so I've never been down with any other father.

(But you're pretty easy to get off)

When I left the Divine Zone, I thought something dramatic would happen to my father's body, something like a shock wave, for example, and it went through lightly and it was clapping. My father talks about it.

"We the gods of Table Mountain should not interfere in the lower realm. There is an insanity, but it's not like we should not go to the lower realm. We used to go shopping out."

"You were actually going to buy rice and miso."

"That's the thing. I didn't take you because it's gonna be a fight."

By the way, go on.

"Leaving the Divine Domain will drastically diminish our Gods' abilities. Makes a body unusable by divine authority"

"Does that mean you're going to be as strong as a human?

"Sort of. Still, I don't have any training. I can instantly kill a mutton or something."

"If you win a martial arts tournament, you mean I have a winner too."

"This guy, he's busy"

Father, who lightly pokes at me, smiles and watches over it, Lunamaria, but raises questions.

†

The castle city of Arkham is in the western part of Midnia.

A fortified city of its name, it is a key to the protection of the west of the Kingdom of Midnia, but it has never been attacked by an enemy of the West in its history. So the castle fortress surrounding Arkham had also become a useless long object, but nevertheless a garrison of the Royal Midnian Army had been set up as a glimpse of the fortified city.

He was also known for his martial arts and the shredding of several genres. Ronin also said he used to break the road when he was younger.

It was the Arkham Martial Arts Games that opened every year in such a martial arts city.

Arm pride is gathering from all over the kingdom this year.

Central Avenue in Arkham City was full of people. People who seem to be martial artists are walking wide.

"Wow, that's great. Axe on the sword, bow on the spear, whatever."

"Slightly more swords,"

"Bye. Speaking of men's weapons, it's swords."

Ronin boasts a knife.

"That's a lot of militants. Some bare hands."

"It's a pervert who wants to challenge a weaponized tournament with his fist. Come on, you look strong."

Ola, I'm getting excited, Ronin. If I let it go, I would look for an inn because it seemed like a momentum that would go hand in hand with those martial artists there.

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"But with this liveliness, it may be difficult to get accommodation."

Renamaria describes commonsense theory, but the perception fits perfectly. Every inn was full.

The Boulevard Inn is labeled full everywhere. They also told me that I couldn't do it when the back street inn went in, or that I was blown ten times the price.

"... then the rest will be taken in."

I saw it lightly, but it was full there, so it was no longer a treat.

"By the way, in the fortified city of Arkham, the innkeeper can be put in a cabin."

"The raindrops are going to burn."

"I guess I can't even make it to the tournament instead."

"Sure. But this guy's a total trap. I didn't know you didn't have an inn."

"Right. I was worried about you when you came out, but I didn't know you were gonna make it before you came out."

"It's too soon to give up."

and it is Lunamaria who proposes.

"Let's go downtown when this is the case"

"I wonder if the Lower Town Inn is the same."

"The inn is, but nothing stupid. I honestly don't need to stay in the inn"

"I see you're having a popular private night."

"Right. Homestay, too."

You want me to stay at a citizen's house?

"Yes."

"That's Renamaria."

"I'm used to traveling."

Renamaria.Anything Mother Earth Divine Church is not a prosperous denomination in flattery. When traveling on a training journey, a sentence is basic, and they wander the world with a bowl. Basically, do you often ask citizens to stay and stay?

"The world hasn't thrown it away yet."

"Exactly. Besides, this Arkham has a goddess of the Goddess who last stayed there. It may be thick, but let's ask again this time."

Good is on our way to Lower Town in a hurry, but there's trouble again.

Last time, there were countless "seized" characters on the tool shop door that Renamaria had stayed in. Apparently in the form of a debt, we went inside and asked the girl in the store number.

From behind the counter,

"Welcome"

And I hear voices, but I don't see voices as much as I hear them. Renamaria explains to me that it is decent.

"It would be the grandson of the owner of this store there. It's great to help even though you're still small."

Renamaria smiles and turns around behind the counter. There was a girl there about seven years old. When the three-knit girl lowered her head with a pepper, she brought a pedestal from the back, "Yeah Girl," and facedown from the counter.

The girl with a slight face repeated her earlier words with a smile.

"Welcome, bring that to the blind witch"

The uncontrolled smile was the billboard daughter herself, but I visited and saw what was going on with the situation now.

"Long time no see, Aina"

"Yes. Dear Lunamaria,"

"It's been months, but what is this change?

Outside the store, of course, the store was also overflowing with "seized" and "sold" letters.

"... this is that"

Aina, who doesn't really try to talk about the situation. You'd be ashamed to tell outsiders what's going on. That's the daughter of a merchant's house, but I didn't feel like walking away knowing it was so far. So I wish to talk about the situation, but the shopkeeper who was listening to the words came from the back.

He says without hiding his displeasure.

"Dear Lunamaria, long time no see"

"Mr. Weitz, it's been a while. What is this tragedy?"

"... I can't say that"

"Why not?

"I am also a merchant, willing"

"That's right! I can't believe the bad merchants tricked me into taking my store's letter of rights!

My granddaughter Eina lifts up her voice, but not intentionally, she seems to be saying it naturally. Weitz makes a face called Aha.

"How did that happen?"

"I don't believe in deceiving good citizens. We have to get the letter of rights back at all costs."

I guess you thought you could no longer hide it. Weitz admits it.

"... actually embarrassing, but I got on a fictional money-making story and they seized my property"

"I thought it was on this kid's tuition," he puts his hand on his head when he looks at his granddaughter Aina. "... Grandpa," he said, turning his moist eyes.

"But Aina didn't have any parents."

"That's right. He was a pitiful child who lost his parents at an early age. Before his parents died, I promised to put him in Royal College."

"Then you have to keep that promise."

"I just want to do that, but if they seize the store's rights, Royal College, instead of tomorrow's life, is not over."

"Well, you just have to get the letter of entitlement back to the store"

"Yes, but is that possible"

"Possible"

The moment I say, the store door opens. What was there was a merchant with a scoundrel face and mercenaries with a strong face. It was debt taking from anywhere, but its imagination is not of the same dimensions.

The rogues unleash the kind of dialogue that appears in a three-sentence novel.

"Hey, jizzy. What's going on with paying off your debts!?

The merchant on the bad side stares at the sight with a strange look on his face. Both his men blackmailed Mr. Weitz as he raised his voice.

"If you don't pay with your ears together by today, you'll get your granddaughter."

"Oh, give me a break about that. This is my life."

"Then settle your ears and pay your debts."

"Ku, but you owe me..."

"You're saying we had a fictional money story? What are you talking about in evidence? You must be the one who failed in business, right?

"But all the potions purchased were rotten"

"You must be badly managed."

Bad guys who say hella hella. As soon as I cut the numbness, I try to grab Aina's arm.

"You can't pay your debts anyway, so be mindful. I mean, you just have to train in a whorehouse early to be a whore. Madame, you can be a fancy whore in a balafly shop."

Bad guys with inferior laughs. Finally, I'm broken. [M]

When I poked Tonerico's wooden sword at them, I said,

"Get those filthy hands off me, villains!!

"What!?

Bad guys turning this way in awesome shape. I want to slash and lay low on the spot, but violence makes it no different from these guys to solve things.

Gentlemen tell me to return my statement of rights, but they were not those who obeyed such an honest argument. Then they challenge the duel to the stream. I'll bet my rights on this store and tell them to fight. But they answer by mockery. Store rights are already ours, I say. Then I take the leather bag out of my nose. [M] Put it on the table more and more.

"... what is that?

Bad guys staring at each other a lot.

"It's all my property. I'll put this on a bet, too."

The bad guys who hear the words look at each other and then explode their laughter.

"Hey, did you hear that? This kid's gonna fight."

"Besides, I bet you this kind of change"

"You can't even buy the front door with this."

Filled with words of ridicule, but I meant it.

"You guys are afraid to beat me now."

"... what, kid"

Guillotine and an awesome bad guy.

"'Cause you don't. It may be change for you, but it's still money there. If you beat me, you can take it all unconditionally."

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"Yet I guess it's frightening not to ride the battle."

Bad guys blushing at my provocation, their faces are bright red like boiled shrimp. I can do this, I thought so, but it looks like I need another push. Still patrolling. But Father Ronin and Lunamaria will help.

Ronin's father screams out loud.

"Dude, are you scared of this kid? I'll take the fight for sure. I mean, hey, you have no guts. Fine, I'll bet it's worth it too."

That said, Ronin. Dad puts his hips knife on the table.

"This is Penglai's business. I wouldn't call it a fat house, Tatsuya, but a carriage would buy it."

As soon as I saw Tontatsu, the merchant glaring at me. Even the bad guys seem to be eye-catching. Lunamaria takes a step forward as a further final push. Write your name in a pen on the testimony you receive Aina.

"If Master Will loses, sell me out at the same time."

The villains see the merchants. The merchant's fat eyes are poured on Renamaria's limbs. There is no such thing as a merchant who doesn't recognize her value in the world. says the merchant, the evil man's employer.

"Fine. However, I want to be fair."

I didn't expect words like fairness to leak out of the mouth of the bad guys. We get to the point, but we listen.

"It's a game with huge debts. If they work wrongdoings, they don't accumulate them."

"I wouldn't do that, but I wouldn't say anything if you'd do it square and square"

"Then I have something just right. It's a martial arts tournament in this city. If you enter at the same time now, the qualifying tournament will be in the same group."

"You decide in order."

"That's right. And my men in that qualifying round."

"So if you win that qualifying round, you can win me."

"That's what I'm talking about"

"Then I'll do it"

"Well, you always reply."

A merchant who distorts his mouth.

"Oh, then you can't be shrewd."

"Fine. Then I'll use your name to enter now."

"Thanks for even doing the entry"

With that said, the evil pitchers leak a deep grin away.

Aina cries and rushes over when the evil pitchers leave. It seemed so scary. Mr. Weitz comes when he's comforting her with a cry.

"Oh boy, what boys. A hell of a lot of guts."

"My mother told me that men are brave, women are loving, and sons of God are both raised."

"But are you okay with taking that kind of battle?

"It's a wish or a fulfillment. A martial arts tournament can't be worse than fighting in this place."

"That's true..."

Old Weitz says with an extra mustache, but there seems to be a bit of anxiety. But I didn't care to get down to business.

"By the way, Mr. Weitz, I can't even be an innkeeper to go to a martial arts tournament. I hope so, but can't you stay?

"Oh, my God, is that so? Of course, stay. I don't want you to imitate your benefactor in the wild."

Weitz grinned and ordered his granddaughter Aina to bring the sheets from the warehouse.

Thus Wills, who gained the inn, but there are some damn laughs in the back.

That was the merchants and the bad guys earlier. The bad guys call the name of the merchants.

"But Master Basque, those are idiots."

"Fuck, yeah."

"Right. I can't believe our people didn't know there was a mercenary in the semi-finals at the Arkham Martial Arts Games."

"Oh, because he seems like a stranger. I don't have the key information."

"But the knife they bet on, it was a delicacy."

"And a woman."

"That's right. Women are especially good. You can sell high in the slave market."

"Can I taste it before I enslave it?

"Don't be silly, it's going down in value"

"Yikes..."

A wicked man mourning the Lord's stinginess, but the basque at heart was willing to taste it. Because I was fascinated by the beauty of Lunamaria.

"... shall we be mistresses rather than sell them as slaves"

Leaks it small, but in order to make it happen, you first have to smash that kid to pieces by the end of his skin. Go to the mercenary on the trump card.

The mercenary was in the guest room at the corner of the Basque Hall. That's where the nobles and others were originally created to stay, but now there's no shadow. It was the training room for the last tournament semi-finalist, Mercenary Goldo.

Just a man who explores strength only, Goldo. He was encouraging training while generating steam from his body. This time, to win the martial arts tournament, to clear up the last snowflake, but more than that, this man was a trainer. Winning a martial arts tournament won't stop me from building myself.

Basque, who saw Gordo, snaps.

"You're a perfectly martial arts man. Thank God this guy's on my pawn."

I'm not interested in anything other than strength, so even giving me a training room will help me with whatever it takes. It is cheap and easy to see. It was easier to use than the ones we were talking about earlier.

"It's that kid who's pathetic. I burned my sense of justice, but I didn't expect it to end like this. Kukuku......"

The merchant continued to leak an inferior laugh when he fantasized about how to dispose of the store he had gotten, where Eina and Tongtatsu sold in, plus Renamaria and his sensual, decadent days.

I don't know dew that the bad guys earlier are such mischievous.

Will and the others were cultivating their English for tomorrow's martial arts tournament qualifying.

When Weitz gets excited and buys a turkey from the butcher, he stuffs it. Aina and Lunamaria sing herbal songs with pleasure.

"Coco Coco Show! Pippy and Tortoise! Lolo, royal rosemary!

Everything Arkham's daughters seem to learn herbs and spices to pack in turkey this way. But in the mountains, my mother also cooked while singing songs like this. However, every time I'm very tone-deaf, the lyrics change. Maybe that's the secret to my mother's cooking creeps.

Fortunately, however, Renamaria was a culinary fame, and Aina was a very promising girl in the future. The roasted turkey is very tasty.

Besides, he cut the most fatty and tender part to me.

"I want Mr. Will to do his best at tomorrow's tournament."

Says Eina, but Mr. Weitz says a hell of a lot.

"Something like that. I'm not just in love with you, Will."

Aina turning her face bright red. Renamaria beats Weitz.

"Mr. Weitz, you don't like telling jokes like that to your grandson."

"That's right. Will, your fiancée is Master Lunamaria. Can't you fathom my grandson?"

Now Renamaria's face turns red.

"Wow, I'm just a squire"

Having seen the sight, Mr. Weitz mouthed the wine on the table with pleasure. It's been a long time since I've had a regiment and the alcohol seems very tasty.

In this way, our evening will be further apart. The next morning, by the way, it's soup with extra turkey bones. I felt like this one was very nutritious and very powerful.