Although I Am Only Level 1, but with This Unique Skill, I Am the Strongest

Solve the wheat thing, solve the request, it's a free day.

So in the morning I dived into the basement sixth floor of Nihonium and knocked out the poison zombies.

I don't neglect to practice how to knock them down, just like whatever happens at any time.

Sniping today, I decided on an assignment and practiced.

I usually put a bullet in my pistol and first explore the critical distance that I can defeat with one blow.

Then I found out that, roughly, it was about 30 meters that I could blow up with one headshot. When the distance increases further, it can't penetrate even if it hits, and it can't be defeated.

Now that I know the approximate distance, when I came across a poisoned zombie, I first retreated to take that distance.

Step back to the pre-measured distance, stick out the gun, and aim one eye at it.

Poison zombies approaching with a groan, releasing poison.

Aim hard - I'll shoot!

The first shot, the bullet blurred the zombie's cheek.

To the point of turning my ear, I practically took it off.

Take a deep breath, rebuild, and distance yourself.

And also, aim and shoot. Now I blew my head off firmly.

It's not a sniper rifle, sniping with a pistol.

I kept practicing that.

If you use a trailing bullet even at this distance, it's one shot, but that's no different from the repetition.

It's only a regular bullet, sniping at a distance away.

I don't know when I'm gonna need it, but for now, I practiced it so I could do it.

Within the first, there was not a 30% hit rate. That gradually went up, and the rise of this day - when intelligence went from B to A, it came up to about 50%.

Looked like there was still room for practice improvement in sniping.

In the afternoon I tried to head to Terre, once I came back to the mansion.

"Mr. Lyota, we have a visitor."

Elsa, who keeps the real estate away, waits in front of the transfer room and greets me.

"Customers?

"Yes, it's my first time. I'm Mr. Leon Baker."

"Leon Baker"

It was the first name I heard, repeating the name I was told.

Looks like a man for now.

"What do you want to do?

"Are you still here?

"In the reception room today."

"See you."

I think I might be saving something again. I think someone might be in trouble.

I made up my mind.

I went back to the buyout assessment to thank Elsa, and I went to the reception room alone.

Knock, get inside.

A man sitting on the couch looked at me and stood up.

A gentle man in his late twenties or hoarding a properly maintained mustache.

"Hello, my name is Leon Baker."

"It's Ryota Sato."

Introducing myself to each other, I sat on the couch across from Leon.

Now, what can I do for you - and when I tried to cut it out, I could see Leon looking straight at me, even.

He turned away from me as he stood, bowing his head deeply.

"Thank you"

"What do you mean? It's the first time I've seen you, isn't it? Who's Mr. Leon? I don't remember doing anything to thank you."

"It's my first time. But thank you."

He thanked me again, and I was baffled by the chimp camp.

South of Cyclo Street, one bakery.

There, Leon brought me here.

"This is my shop."

"Smells good."

I can't say that Leon has many customers to flatter, but it stays clean and smells good on top of it.

If it takes me down the street, I'll stick in, it's a store like that.

"As you can see, I run a bakery. Over the past few days, it's been helpful to have Mr. Satou continue to produce wheat."

"Ha..."

Somehow I figured out the connection.

Okay, but... is that such a thank you?

"Is that so kind of you to thank me? That's what you look like."

"In short, yes. Sure, I can't make bread without ingredients, and I'd have trouble raising the price. I don't think it's going to come all the way to us."

"If you go inside, you'll see."

"... right"

I guess there's something about saying that.

Leon told me, I went inside.

The bakery was well lit and beautiful as the image from the outside, but the bread lineup was plain.

Food bread, French bread, table rolls.

There is nothing like vegetable bread. On the contrary, there is no bread or anything like that.

Anyway, it's simple, only plain.

What's this all about? Turning to Leon, he went further back.

"Go ahead."

The kitchen I was led through - as soon as I got into the bakery, I was amazed at the sight there.

Three child bumps.

That was the first word that came to my mind.

There were three human-shaped pigs about the size of a junior year in elementary school, and that was working out the dough for the bread.

I have affection, but I don't care what you think, monsters, not humans.

"What's this?

"It's a mini oak. The demon who lived in the dungeon, now you're a hagle thing. I think Mr. Satou would understand."

"Oh, we have Cerberus too"

Is that the same thing?

"We met in the open a few years ago. At first, I thought these kids were going to attack me, but somehow they missed me. So we decided to live together."

The collar is on your wrist.

"I'm not sneaky to put it on my neck, I'm getting permission to put it on my wrist"

Even while Leon and I were talking, the three kid bumps - Tori Mini Oak kept working on the bread dough.

Even, indifferently.

In time, I came to show Leon the fabric that one head had worked out.

"Ogo."

"Which one...... yeah, well done. Good luck."

"Ogo."

Confirming the fabric was made, Leon stroked the head of the mini oak.

The mini oak rejoiced and worked out the next bread dough again.

"We made various attempts and errors in living together. Various."

"... Really?"

I'm sure there was really a lot of "stuff" going on, I don't want to imagine.

"It was this bakery that arrived. I'm not saying this is the only thing I can do... but this is the best fit for these kids. As you can see from the current one, these kids are happy to work out their fabrics and be praised by me."

It's a good relationship, a little enviable.

"You grieve when there are days when you can't make bread, these kids. For example, on a day when I became ill and could not confirm the fabric."

"I see."

I finally get to talk here.

Leon also understood what I found out.

If Clifford puts up wheat production, Leon and three mini oaks are in trouble.

He came to thank me for putting it together and stomping on it until it got back to normal.

"Mr. Satow."

Leon turned to me and bowed his head again.

"Thank you, thank you very, very much"

What I did seems to have produced unexpected results in unexpected ways.