An active hunter in Hokkaido was thrown into another world.

"Let's go!

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In the morning, when I opened the front door of the house, the brave man, Mr. Brambersh, stood.

"... where are you going"

"That's settled. It's for hunting. It's your job, isn't it? We're going out today."

"No, you can't let the brave men of the kingdom do that..."

"It doesn't matter at all. And I'd like to show you the demon king's temple."

"Mr. Brambersh, could you possibly be of aristocratic origin?

No, I'm a knight's family.

This fortitude, selfishness, lack of reading of the air, and refreshing lack of dislike.

Reminds me of Mr. Faal, Lord of Topples. It's extra troublesome because I can see no offense.

"I mean, I want to see how I'm hunting, how I'm attacking, not one thing left."

"Naturally. I broke the Dynodragon's leg and I couldn't move. What else do you want?

"In hunters, it's a secret that it's in their own hands. It's something you don't show others. Working with other hunters, prying and talking about it is against the rules."

"That's a funny custom. It makes sense for us knights and braves to see where we're fighting. Otherwise I won't be able to get into a militant party. There's no point in hiding and fighting this shit."

"It's just us hunters who hide and fight..."

I didn't know values were so different...... brave. It's awesome.

"Right. Ah. That's why hunters don't go to militant parties."

"Lower bitches like hunters cannot compete in the first place."

"Did you?"

Um and Mr. Brambersh hang his neck.

"I think a lot of hunters are strong too."

"... you saw Team Justice, right? But he's a first-degree hunter, right?

"... bad for them, but a very convincing explanation"

Hmm.

I look back at Saran.

Half-eyed.

"Fine. Anyway, I'm like a heck of a liar for hiding things. If you could hunt with me, you'd know I can't use it. Please come with me."

"Greetings!"

Yeah, this brightness, freshness. This must also be an important qualities of the brave.

Saran, me and Mr. Brambersh will walk side by side.

"But those clothes are amazing. The leaf pattern is dyed. Well, then there won't be much to find in the prey."

"Yes, a camouflage."

"We don't have that idea because we fight in outfits that stand out. And Mr. Saran's bow is amazing. I've never seen anyone with a big bow like that before."

"You can have your arms, too."

"But I'm not my husband either."

Mr. Brambersh is surprised when Saran says so.

"You guys are a couple!!

... How many times have you had this reaction? How can you only look at me that way?

"You know, we're surprised that way every time, but I'd like to know exactly what they thought."

"In the king's capital, a human man caught by an elf is being enslaved."

"Is that why!

Saran, it's furious.

"He said I didn't believe him either. His Majesty the King said it was my sister and my brother..."

"Is His Majesty's eye also a pit..."

"I'm sorry. Sorry. No, I'm sorry."

Saran's in a bad mood.

How do you follow me, brave man?

"Deer ahead of 300 nar (273m)"

"I know, Mr. Saran."

No, I can see it.

"Oh, really! That's amazing, Mr. Saran."

They're both amazing. The feeling around here isn't me yet, is it?

It's already a veteran's move to discover prey from among the trees and trees. Even the hunting societies didn't give this to the seniors at all. I should have much better eyes because I'm young. [M]

"Saran, let's do this later. If you get packed, it's a hassle. Let's go to the temple first."

"That's right."

"Mm-hmm. It's a shame, Singh. I thought I could see your arm."

That's how we'll proceed along the road to the temple.

Looking around at this is one of the brave men's jobs.

The temple is suppressing the resurrection of the demon king with the power of a seal. It's the brave man's important job to see if that seal is weakened, but from what I've heard about the village chief, that's suspicious, too.

I just bother making and putting this stuff on the authority of the Church of the Brave, and I actually feel like a demon called the Demon King is just a natural occurrence.

Shall I ask the goddess Nanotes properly next time?

... Speaking of which, did the witch ever ask Mr. Nanotes to stop her in an attempt to unseal it? Does it make sense after all?

"Weird. Go on."

"Oh, there's something about this..."

By the way... why when the brave man is here...

No, Mr. Brave. Aren't you planting something?

There isn't, is there?

"Oak smell"

...... Mr. Saran. Have you ever smelled the oak?

"What kind of demon is an orc?

"Pig. He's got no hair on his pig-like face, he's bigger than a human, and he's got an ugly body of Darundarn. About my size. Short hair all over my body grows by the way and is dirty. Wrap dirty fur around your hips and stuff. It's so dirty."

How dirty is it?

"... it's just the breeding season, isn't it? Elf Village. Have you come this far?"

"What reproduction?

"Orcs are the only males. So, when I snatched other species of females and got them pregnant, the orc kid came out eating his belly out. A child born is bound to be an orc male of any race. Elves, humans, beasts, females, whatever. It's the worst demon."

What is that powerful DNA?

You can't let any of those guys into Elf Village.

"Maybe they're gathering in front of the temple."

Now, what do we do, Leader?

"How long have you been my leader?"

'Cause I want to see you fight.

Then one of you will return to the village of Copoli as soon as possible.

"Rejected. There's no such thing as a hippo."

"Rejected. I will never leave by Singh."

"You can't help it. Then we can take them down here as long as we can, scatter them, and then we'll go back to the report."

"Agreed"

"Objection. We should wipe them out here. I'm going in. Sin, you guys are covered."

"Are you all right?

"What's light? I've dealt with about twenty of them alone many times."

... That's brave.

"Start by moving to a high position where you can look down at the shrine. I want to see how many."

"Okay."

"Then follow me."

Follow Saran to climb a mountain full of clouds.

Saran knows all about my range, my time, so he should lead me to the best position. I'll take care of it. I'm a relieved wife.

"Ha-ha-ha..."

I feel sorry for you. Really weak.

"Want some water?

"Please."

"Yes."

Saran makes a water ball over his palm to give him a drink.

"Mr. Saran, me too."

"It's no good."

"... why do they hate me so much?

How can a protagonist be so blunt and devoid of delicacy? If you think about it for a second, you'll see, Master Brave.

That's brave. I'm drinking a water bottle out of a space where there's nothing.

Is it an item box? That's a unique skill for a brave man.

I don't want to be seen in a magic bag, so I'm carrying an iron gun today.

308 Winchester in Remington M700.

And a backpack, too. It's heavier than usual.

Hey, hey, hey.

I managed to get to the top of the hill with difficulty.

I'll sneak up and look at the temple.

Is it a distance of 150 m?

...... disgusting.

It is an even more disgusting creature than Tyrannosaurus than Goblin.

I get goosebumps with great disgust.

Durndaln's body on his really pig-like face. I've got fur wrapped around my hips, but my groin is already binned and I'm pushing my fur up.

Are you willing to attack a woman and seed her from one end?

I'm starting to feel like I can't help but kill all these guys.

Weapons are axes, swords and sticks.

You catch a woman, so you don't have that nasty spear-throwing weapon.

The number is... about thirty.

"... this is already war. of elves and oaks."

"That's not good"

"You can't miss one of these. It's a doomsday operation."

I put the backpack forward, removed the Remington M700 gun cover from my down position, and placed it in front. Load the guns with the usual 308 Winchester bullets side by side. Powerful hollow point bullets for hunting, of course.

"That's cancer."

"Well, yes."

"Can you attack at this distance!?

"Yes."

"How many do you think we can take down?

"Well the ten. I think we can get away with it more than that."

"Okay. Then Sin, shoot a few heads first. I'll jump into them afterwards and attract them so that not a single one can escape."

"Are you okay?

"Light and light. Sin, you can shoot more and more enemies while I fight. Don't hit me."

"Well, of course."

"Mr. Saran asks for your escort, Singh. All right?"

"Leave it to me."

"Attack, please."

"It makes a loud noise. Earplugs."

"OK"

"Go ahead."

Do-n!!

The biggest guy gets shot through the head and falls!

Your eyeballs pop up and your head smashes into gushes!

Kashashiaki!

Second round!

Do-n!!

Kashashiaki!

Go on!

Do-n!!

Kashashiaki!

Do-n!!

"Awesome!!

Mr. Brambersh surprises me.

I can fire about this fast now.

I'm sure my arm's up, too. I'll shoot through four heads in ten seconds.

The oak guys, who stood on the bar for a moment, dared to look around and start to be vigilant.

Cuckoo, cuckoo!

Put a bullet in the magazine.

Fast fire to keep four more shots standing!

Is that what you're gonna miss?

The opponent moves out, so stop shooting him in the head and shoot him in the big belly.

Unlike your head, if you get shot in the stomach, you won't die instantly. But absolutely, I will die.

There is no way to help. It's a hunting hollow point bullet!

"Very well. Okay, I'm going in!

That said, Mr. Brambersh will make a big jump and fly to the temple.

No, you're already flying that one!

I'm not tall enough to jump or anything!

Are you human!

Bibi! A brave man descends the mountain at a tremendous fall rate while kicking the ground and trees with the feeling of a bijon. It's amazing!

"Sin! Go on!

Not if you're distracted. It moves in Saran's voice.

I need to shoot more and more.

It's a hassle to be able to bounce into a magazine.

Grip a few shots and throw them into the slot one shot at a time.

Do-n!!

Kashashiaki!

Do-n!!

I defeated ten of them, as promised.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Mr. Brave, I'm going to go in there with an ambitious sword pull!

Awesome courage......

I can never manage...