Another world is full of happiness ( Template).

It's the two of us who know a warrior's aptitude. And only Marco, who had heard from him. Even to him, he didn't know if he actually had the talent to fight because he only knew that he had 600 mushroom haunts from Jiji and that he had a Mithril sword.

"It's a great story for this city to have one or more adventurers."

Marco was whining as he watched him wave the wooden sword, but Marco thought it was just the right opportunity to confirm his strength. Bartolomain's Adventurer Rank is F, but it doesn't suit a large body and is excellent at agility, because he is good at handling weapons and was a newcomer to expectations in the future.

Just one thing, I almost rubbed it at the entrance to the guild, so Marco talks to Karenarien with a sinister face.

"Hey. Karenarien. Why Baltro Main? He almost rubbed it with George earlier. You were watching, weren't you?

"Because! I went to the guild to find him, and there was no one just right for Mr. Lyoge, and he called me from Bartolomain. I'll take care of him! Then we'll have to ask him!

"If Bartolomein triumphs overwhelmingly and is judged ineligible as a warrior, or even injured, you won't lend me the money?

Karenarien, who received a complaint from Marco, argues while pointing her mouth. When Karenarien looks blue when she hears the words, she rushes to the Bartolomain to pay attention.

"Nice! Bartolomain. This is a mock fight to check the suitability of Mr. Lyoge's warriors! Even if I'm wrong, don't do the rubbing worries you just did!

"I know. I was wondering if I would be serious about amateur kids. Don't worry. I'm just going to teach you how tough the world is."

Watching Jiji confirm the wooden sword a little further away, Bartolomain urged Karenarien to start the mock battle with a grin.

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(Earlier, I showed no doubles in magic and in the multitude of attributes. So even as a warrior, I want to show you where I can (...). Bartolomain, the mock opponent, is the one who got tangled up at the entrance. Whatever he thinks of that face, it feels like, "I'm gonna teach you the harshness of the world to that busy, mouth-watering son of a bitch just now," right? Then don't hesitate to check the body Iolus gave you. I don't know about the mushroom haunt. I want to make sure it moves. And to the extent that I don't overdo it, I'll teach you how tough the world is. Don't judge people by their appearance)

What I felt again as I waved the wooden sword was that the two bodies prepared to live in Saphiria had high basic abilities. I can handle multiple mushroom haunts without suffering. And the more annoying you find it, the more muscle strength and endurance you can keep knocking down.

This time, however, the opponent is an adventurer with the warrior's aptitude, unlike the mushroom haunt that swings in without thinking about it. There was also an interpersonal battle when it came to simulated battles, and Jiji waited for the voice to start while suppressing his boiling heart.

"Again, I'll tell you. This will only be an aptitude test. Be careful not to overdo each other. In particular, I would strongly say that Bartolomain should act as an examiner. Okay, let's get started!

A declaration of initiation is made by Karenarien, who has communicated the precautions. Whereas the sword was erected, Bartolomein sometimes looked like a child, and made a request to make a fool of himself with the sword on his shoulder.

"I'll play you. Call me from there."

"Really? Then don't hesitate."

For a moment in Bartolomain's attitude, his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows lightly. But when he gently regained his grip on the wooden sword with a laugh, he flew in time, releasing a flash of lateral gizzards from the front directly.

"Become!"

It was Bartolomain who managed to flash a flash of horizontal giraffe as he panicked at a wooden sword that approached him at a faster rate than he could have imagined, but what came into his eyes was a wooden sword that was struck down from the top.

(Why, the wooden sword that was coming from the side, coming from the top!

I rush to take it with a wooden sword that was on my shoulder for an attack that will be struck down shortly after I scream. I managed to stomp and endure while eating my teeth away, but Bartolomain is stunned by the shock it conveys. Set up the system you received in an unstable system, and when you restate your sword, you drop your hips and try to step in for a counterattack.

But Bartolomain's attacks were defended as if they were being read ahead, and on the contrary, he continued to be exposed to a series of attacks, beginning to become a side of the defense.

(What the fuck! You're not a kid's power or technology! You're an amateur who hasn't even signed up for a warrior, what an attack! Marco brought you here, not some rich bong! What the fuck! This guy!)

Unaware of the upset of Bartolomain's mind, the twilight strikes down from the top after a flash of horizontal giraffe. Then, with the knife to be returned, he strikes the reverse slaughter, and whenever he tries to do so in the backstep, he packs the intermission while waving his sword up, down, left, and right.

Gradually stunned to bewilderment, and feeling victory over the expression of Bartolomain, who was beginning to rush, he deliberately exhaled heavily and disguised himself as limiting after shooting a flash of Yokohama. Bartolomain, who felt that a great gap had been created in such a state of twilight, roared to recover his previous disadvantage, and slaughtered him at once packing his time.

"What?"

The simulation was overwhelmingly dominant. In contrast to Bartolomain, which had taken a long time since its inception, after he released a flash of horizontal giraffe, he did not expose (or even expose) the thread of the counterattack with one expansion. Finally, he did not realize that it was a gap deliberately made by the giraffe, and he was attacked where he had gained momentum and collapsed, jumping the wooden sword high in the air.

Without disturbing his breath in particular, Xuji receives the wooden sword raised in the air with his right hand. And stick your own wooden sword in your left hand to Bartolomain's throat and say, 'That's it?' Not only did he say, but he turned to Karenarien, tilting his neck gently.