Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

Hunting is compassion.

I don't know if that's the word, but before Zeros and Luceris, Belladonna, Cootie was eating flat in the counter seat. I didn't realize, but it looks like they were staying in the same inn.

I'm concerned that my aunt's eyes at the counter are somewhat full of curiosity.

As the sun began to set, Zeros and the others returned to the village, but they could not confirm the appearance of Ange and Kaed.

The reaction of the ring, the beacon that I had made me hold, was stopping by but headed for the village, so I decided that if I went back I could rendezvous, and that choice could rendezvous in a mercenary guild, not a mistake.

I'm slightly surprised he was bringing in a ton of rock shells......

When I got back to the inn, I decided to stay for dinner, but I never thought I'd be joining Belladonna there again. Coincidences last when they last.

"I didn't know Mr. Belladonna was coming hunting...... seriously, is the store good?

"It's not good. However, because of this stupid clerk, I haven't had any customers lately... and you're already thinking about throwing them out. I was wondering if you could work for the money you spent before that."

"No, I know it's a pretty odd store at the time you're hiring some problematic clerks, but you finally decided to get ready to fire them? I think it's too late..."

"That asshole's parents cried at me... and instead of disturbing me in scattered places, I scattered them and took measures, and I couldn't help but reflect. I thought I could do as much cleaning as I could.

But the results were scattered... useless, useless, 99 harmful and only profitable. "

The old man suddenly remembered being treated like a thief when he visited Belladonna's shop.

No matter what you think about what happens if you stick your so-called wet clothes at other customers. The clerk in question was scratching the meal unconsciously in the counter seat.

As far as I could see, these two cups were replaced with dishes served on a large plate. Looks more like a big meal than it looks.

"Hard work... come..."

"I am... struggling... Cootie, I won't pay for your meal, will I?

"Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

"Hih!? Um... are you okay?

To Belladonna's surprise, Cootie blew what was in her mouth all at once.

And he forced his aunt, who was walking inside the counter by chance, to strike a ripple cannon directly from her mouth.

It was a disaster for my aunt.

Either your aunt or Cootie were the ones Luceris worried about fulfilling?

"And, Store Manager!? Why is my food bill cut? I worked today, didn't I?

"You...... more than that, have you forgotten you owe me? Why did you ask me for a large meal and I'm replacing it? And, Sole... how many glasses? How brilliant, you..."

"Can't you just cut off the edge of being a relative... You're a pain in the ass in the ass."

Zeros is the same person with troubles in his body.

The difference is between a villain from the beginning or a presence that is not a villain but brings disaster.

The trouble is, Cootie is natural. It is a genuine natural growth product with 100 percent usability.

"Uh... I'm sure you are. I work part-time because I don't have a job, but the job is appropriate. The guy who pays attention but doesn't try to fix it and sends a letter saying 'I'm quitting my job' some time after an unauthorized absence"

"That's... if you're someone who's aware that you're in the middle of something, right? Sweet guy to himself anyway......

Not in Cootie's case. I'm not aware that I'm a self-absorbed person... So I repeat the same thing over and over again, and I don't immediately try to forget what I cautioned against. No. Am I right that I won't be able to make it right because I'll forget right away? Today's nightmare will be beautiful tomorrow. I'm optimistic enough to forget... "

"In other words, you're a very positive person, Mr. Cootie... I'm still taking turns and eating food with great momentum..."

At the end of Luceris' gaze was the appearance of a cootie holding up a large plate and scratching handcooking into his mouth.

I can't pay for the meal, but I can't even keep the dish I ordered and put my mouth on, so I think I decided to keep eating... I think I asked for a replacement from there.

The fact that I couldn't pay for a meal had already fallen out of my head.

"Cootie... make your own money for your meal, okay? All I pay for is the first dish I order. After that, you pay for everything! Because there's no bump, is there? Anyway, you won't forget to pay for it."

"Hey, Store Manager!? So who pays for this dish!! I don't have any money. Ooh!!

"You're the one who ordered the replacement on your own, aren't you? Take responsibility for what you have done. It's okay. Tomorrow, you can take down the demon for the big guy, and if you don't mince it, you can sell it for a good price."

"What are you going to pay for dinner replacement ~!! I will accumulate a bump before I pay for my meal!!

"I don't know! You're not thinking about money, you're acting badly without thinking about it, are you? Why should I be responsible for what happened to you?

The contention between the two continues.

"These two... do you always repeat this?

"Maybe... hands-on in terms of battle, but other than that, it's a charampolan. As far as listening, you will forget the fact that you borrowed money, and you are certainly a troublesome person...... Is that idiot better off just because you can see the malice?

Old man comparing his wondrous body to a cootie. Different directions, but I can only conclude that they are similar.

When I felt heavier and stirred up ale liquor, I casually looked at the children.

The children's dining landscape was also a war.

"Hmm... rock shell or delicious, this crab..."

"They say shells can be used for protective gear, but they sell cheaper. Sounds like the contents sell for a better value, right?

"It was the orcs I knocked down, but unfortunately he wasn't the one who could eat... They say Madara Oak or something."

"Other than meat, it's delicious...... this is what bothers me. Can you take the demon stone? This crab......"

"They're inside the shell. You're protecting weak spots with a hard shell... we only have one big bore"

Talk about what happened in today's hunt and ask for the opinions of your peers while keeping the molly dish in your mouth.

You seem to understand that information-sharing is important. I came back from a rampage and I was really well.

"But come on, we... maybe we should move a little more carefully"

"What the hell, Johnny, you're always the one who's handsome, aren't you? What happened to you all of a sudden?"

"No, it's me... I helped other mercenaries today, and I hear your people are dead. Isn't there a guarantee anywhere that we won't be the same?

"Hmm... that's what makes you think. I do think the awkward ones are strong. But if you drown in strength, sooner or later someone might die."

"Uh-huh? Aren't the Atai guys gonna be okay? It was easy today, wasn't it?

"There are other strong demons. Even if we look strong now, how much of us are we, actually?

"Nik...... equine......"

Apparently, Johnny began to think about staring at himself against his power.

It's a good trend, but that doesn't necessarily tell the Anges. But it is the mercenary world that does not know when to die, and it would not be a mistake to think about the power.

Nothing is more dangerous than unfounded confidence.

"Yeah, yeah, Johnny, you had a good experience. Strong is an absolute condition, but the world isn't nice enough to survive it alone. Living the world is more harsh and cruel than you think, and no, it's better."

"I don't want those kids to be mercenaries. Many are brought into churches and temples, and many are powerless and other worlds…"

"But there must be lives to be protected because there are people who can take on life-threatening tasks, right? I know you don't want to be a mercenary, but if we chose our own path, shouldn't we support you?

"I can understand both, and I wouldn't be wrong. But in the end, it's the way they choose, and we don't have enough experience, so now we should be careful."

It is something no one knows what is wrong.

There can be no more regrets than being alive, and it is always the reality that we are forced to make choices. Mercenaries are just a world with tough choices, and even if they die from it, it's just a consequence.

"People are going to be independent sooner or later, and hey. Will it also be adult duty to support and lift all sorts of things so those kids can stand on their own? I'm pretty sure it would be dangerous if I went with Nori right now."

"Sure... you can't be in an orphanage forever, and if you can stand on your own, it's a pleasure..."

"A mercenary is a profession that often dies on independent arrowheads. Some guys come back even on their own..."

At the end of Belladonna's gaze was the appearance of a cootie drinking to bathe in ale liquor with a big jock.

Nature and Luceris and Zeros also turn their gaze to you. I know exactly what Belladonna is trying to say.

Many of the guys who annoy others on their own are mercenaries.

"Mm-hmm, after-dinner drinks are great."

From her brain, the letters of money had already disappeared beautifully.

Those who don't even think they're bothering others seem really happy. After that, not to mention what misfortunes we will be experiencing, which is sufficient at the moment.

"Hmm? Why are you looking at me? I won't give it to you, will I? Alcohol…"

"" Wow... Suggestion, it's irritating!

The opinions of the old man and Belladonna coincided beautifully.

Luceris merely prays that the children will not be like cooties.

"Okay, we still have some things to discuss, but let's just go back to your room."

"" "Agreed!

"Self-management is important. We can only challenge ourselves to greater heights."

Looks like the kids are going back to the inn room.

So Zeros and Luceris recall. That we are in the same room...

"Room...... back......? Ah..."

"Speaking of which... our room is certain..."

Yes, it's the same room. And the two of them were to send a stuffy night, even this night.

Needless to say, I had trouble sleeping the next day.

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The next morning, Zeros, who woke up carefree, was entwined by his aunt, as were all Luceris yesterday.

On the second day, the resistance was more or less strong, and I was walking around the village after I had lightened up my breakfast, not to mention listening to the contents of the evening's battle.

Did your aunt distract you or did she say you should take a breath after the hunt? I suppose it's good intentions, but maybe it's one of the auntie traits [extra favors].

That aunt, she's in the mood today for some reason, wearing clothes with tiger faces painted on one side.

Plus, the colors are dogitsui purple, and Osaka's aunt wouldn't be so bad either.

"Ha ha... why does the aunt of Inn ask me weird things when there is nothing..."

"People of that age want to distort the privacy of others, hey. No offense, I guess, but I thought I'd prioritize curiosity in vain..."

I don't know how it actually is.

However, quite a few people come to hear people's private stories as root digging leaf digging.

I can just say it's pure without malice, but somehow that's the nasty trait. Sticky and persistent, it suddenly steams back even when it's over.

Powerful and far-fetched, for better or worse. Even if no progress is made, they come innocently evil, so it's hard to deal with them anyway. He is only a good man, but a bad touche.

"But... well, it's developing so much that I don't think it's a village. I guess that's all the merchants come and go, but there's really a lot of shops"

"Right. Look, there's a bookstore, right? Even though the paper is quite expensive, there are a lot of books that look interesting. Should I buy about one book?

"Oh... sure. Even though it's a world where printing technology hasn't developed, for some reason there are comics...... it's comics ~ ah!?

Yes, that is certainly a comic book.

Books like Pacri, such as a boy magazine, a weekly magazine, or a monthly girl comic book, were piled up and sold.

If you look closely, it's piled up in the back to a book with a faint skin tone, which makes me wonder about the technical standards in this world. Is it really medieval technical standards?

Every band of books says, 'Art is an explosion! It says,' I can't even say that comic book culture is an art, but it seemed slightly uncomfortable and inappropriate in this world.

"Why the comics... are you a brave man too? The influence of the brave!? Is the brave man spreading the word?

The warriors summoned from different worlds seemed to be engaged in various troublesome missionary activities in cultural aspects other than battle.

The old man looked at an object of disbelief and tried to open a comic book staged on a cursed island.

But what was written there is a Danger story that smashed the original to stunning.

Old man, I accidentally said 'Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

"Hey, why... why is Ohn on the robot?!? It's also O.D.O. Zinger...... '

Must be fantasy.

But that comic strip, which destroyed the worldview by the time it was completely skinless, was like throwing a nuclear warhead into the flames of Zeros' wrath, which loved the original so much.

Some said art is destruction, but it's too crazy to call this destruction.

"Besides, why is O-shoom boarding a mass-produced GOOT and dodging each other with bees!? - It's not Doss, it's Bar-Oss!! Is an emperor a Dark O General?!

Too bad, it was a black stubborn O General. And real deformation mode.

I feel like I want to cry through my anger over what I thought I was after.

Not so long before the worldview had been destroyed. If this is the battlefield, it would be like walking barefoot through a city of flying debris with bullets and shelling without any equipment.

Are you saying OVA is sacrificing O'Weed? But what about the Da O Sword? No way, the big book of stories is GOOP!? Where did Mao Ngar go?! Put the Eternal Heroin on the Bot!!

The dream of the fantasy world is where have you been since then - if this wasn't for sale, you would have torn the book apart with anger. The old man endures well.

While remaining critical and rational, I was also concerned about the contents of other books. If this kind of content is spreading to other worlds, there are some strange things that convince the kids.

I had a bad feeling. When I tried my hand at other books, the premonition was brilliantly centered to sadness.

"I can still forgive Mido's old lord for being a Die-O-ja. But what I forgive is that Maoka holds the sword that revolutionizes the world and fights Is-O-Riote with a bitty operation, what the hell is this!! I have no idea what the world view is!! This is war, isn't it? You're waging a war against the reincarnated!!

From what I've seen, the author seems to be a person in this world, everything from dots to focus lines/backgrounds is hand-painted, and painted well for nothing. But the story sucks.

No, I don't feel the story at all.

At first it was the original loyal route, but it changed gradually from the beginning to the momentum that no longer surpassed chaos until the second half. Spirit can't keep up with the chaotic crossworld expansion of S0robo or better.

If this was the influence of the braves, it was definitely the moment they thought the braves were enemies. Just annihilation is raw and warm. The inhabitants of this world, scattered with extra knowledge and inspired by that knowledge, are amused and strangely legged.

There are a lot of stories in this book that people from different worlds can't do alone, and it's a critical route that someone else just seems to be overseeing.

"Ha ha... somehow, I was suppressed of my anger limits. Dangerous... I almost activated the annihilation magic... What nasty content. Different worlds, don't be afraid..."

Old man wary of chaotic comic book content. Besides, what do you care? This village seemed to have been pushed to a step in front of doom.

If the old man's mental balance had leaned towards the slightly worse, the village of Mob would have followed his destiny to disappear beautifully from the top of the map. It wasn't zero but it was really dangerous.

To try to calm down his feelings somehow, Zeros turns his attention to Luceris, who is behind the bookstore.

It's nothing else, but I wanted to give a little sobriety to my heart and erase this burning urge to destruction. Such Luceris was fading pale with thin books open in the back......

Old man, 'Gah - - Shh!!' again.

"Is this such a form of love allowed...? Same-sex people like this...... evil? No...... but if it is an endlessly pure thought...... What is the form of love... but no way..."

I was intrigued by your book.

He is presented with a different path from the general form of love and is culturally shocked by the brilliance.

"Men to men, like this... like this... Ya, yak... Deculture..."

"How do you know those words...... no way!? to have already read a similar book......

More than that, the book is dangerous! We should put him back where he came from right away! Softly, quietly...... if you take one wrong step, you'll be one of the corrupt girls! Slowly put it back where it belongs so that the distorted passions in your mind don't explode! Calm down, Sole's infectious power is off track!!

Is the thin book a bomb or the latest virus weapon or something?

Well, in a way, it doesn't matter if I say bombs or weapons. In the sense that the spirit rots......

"Hino!? Oh, no! There was a book here that Jahne was reading before, so I tried to hold it next door..."

"Barren love does exist, but hey, if you fall for the depth, it's a one-way ticket to hell after... So, when I opened it to interest, I said it was a LOVE development on BOYs..."

It's smiling to see the rushing Luceris, but I wanted the book depicted by a naked young man to be undone soon.

It's a little sad to watch.

"Surprisingly, Mr. Journey gave the book... hey. What kind of book is it?

"Hey something, I feel quite angry there...... Uh, this is the book."

What Luceris has in his hands is a dream story of a certain flower child. Just the way the cover looks......

From previous developments, he blurred, and the old man opened the book ready to head to the dead.

"Become... why, why... I was traveling normally at first, but it's been a development to fight my clones since the middle of the day!? Already, some demon gun girl. You hit me flashy!? Besides, the idol debut at the end is what life would be like!! The process is being omitted, and you're even doing the trick!!

I knew it was a result. It was relatively more mattomo than anything before......

But this book is also unusual. And in a bad direction.

It had been so transformed into a distorted, completely different story that modifications were no longer advantageous with the power of those from Earth. But we don't have enough breadth of mind to admit it as something else. It is also unscrupulous as a secondary work.

I can't help but feel unspeakably late for the inhabitants of this world who are happy to read this.

It had a brilliant limit break in the dimension of copyright.

The adventure of a boy travelling in search of a mother, Tan, was also, at the end of the day, a substitute for dark gold money geva objects, content that would smear his pure heart black. Everything, including other comics, is such insane content.

'I'll take this war... Destroy it... yes, destroy it!! Destroy everything at its roots and bring back the true world!! Now is the time to liberate, glory to the god of comics!

Something seems to have pushed the spirit so far that it leans toward a shitty religion.

The old man now is possessed by something.

"And the publisher... where is it? I'm going to go now and let you disappear from this world without a trace. This is a harmful substitute to burn books... You've already deviated a great deal from what you can forgive. Kukukuku......"

The old man's eyes were in a yavah-yi state. Write it down as serious. It was serious.

Once again, [old man back then] is back.

"Mr. Zeros!? No, there must be writers working hard for their families even with this content!!

"Don't stop me. There are times when a man must perish. I definitely want to kill them!!

"I need you to calm down. Come on - Whoa! Somebody help Mr. Zeros stop..."

"Let go of me, let go of me - -!! I have to destroy the original... chaotic filth that destroys the masterpiece!! I will destroy the world, this is war!!

He was then suppressed by customers and clerks who were around him, and the old man was thrown out of the store.

It took a little while for the old man, who had been depressed for a while, to come back to life.

He said he had never greeded a Gios more than he did at this time.

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Grandma, who was hit by a temporary mental confusion, was taken by Luceris to be inside the weapons store.

Watching a weapon forged at the hands of a blacksmith calms my mind.

I'm not sure if this was originally a production job, or if it calmed my mind to see the classics of the fantasy world.

However, looking at the weapons made by the hands of the craftsmen, it is certain that for some reason they have come rough but calm in their hearts. I don't want to think I have a bad taste, but Zeros was really full of taking the sword and watching it flourish.

"Well done, it's a polite job. This is..."

"Whoa? You know what I mean? That's what Dwarves I know worked out."

"Hmm... From what I've seen, Damascus is being used. Is it to increase the strength of the Iron Sword?

"When it comes to Damascus in this size, it gets heavy like a buster sword. It's hard to allocate metals inside... failing will make them brittle."

"I understand. I've also failed many times with metal formulas, so hey, you can't do it unless you keep working out again and again to make the best pieces. This is excellent work."

Intentional association with the father of an arms dealer.

The father of the muscular mustache is content to be recognized for his best friend's work.

You're building a weapon? You're a magician. "

"You make a magical demon sword or something. I haven't made it lately, but that's who I'm supposed to be."

"Either way, it feels like you're going to make more magic tools than craftsmen."

"I'll make demon props, too, but I'm tired of it. There are a lot of people who rely on magic props..."

"I get it. The mercenaries blame their weapons for their ill-armed habits. Then the weapon is crying... It makes sense to use it."

Many people choose a good weapon even though the sadness of a productive job is certainly not accompanied by strength.

However, the lack of strength is more than a bad arm, so it becomes a wall and blocks the stand.

Some people do get a good weapon and just drill enough to match it, but the reality is that there are surprisingly few of them.

Sure, the weapons in the industry are excellent, but without the skill to use them, the weapons won't shine.

When Zeros makes a weapon, he makes it according to the target, so when others use it, he feels uncomfortable. That's what bespoke weapons are for.

"By the way, are those kids even looking for mercenaries? I have some good equipment inside."

"I gave it to you. Looks like I'm trying to be independent of the orphanage, and I tried to make it better if I could protect myself a little bit."

"Hmm, a waste of gear for a kid... When I heard about it, some kid brought a bunch of demons into the guild, right? Could it be them?

"Yep... I'm working out. Hey, you'll need that much gear. If you let them have half a weapon, they'll break first."

"Ho... Looking forward to seeing you ahead. They don't have bones these days, they don't have the strength because they don't care what they look like, so they often get carried away with injuries."

The father of an arms dealer seems to have some thoughts about mercenaries.

The children are equipped with good equipment for running out. But it's never too good. They are usually pricey, but they were all carefully made.

The children with such weapons have heard stories of whirlwinds all over the hunting grounds.

In order to be a mercenary guild store, this information can be easily obtained. I decided from the information I had, that I was not old enough.

But still, I don't have enough experience. I didn't want it to be an unscrupulous imitation just because expectations were high.

"Those are the good times to die. Half of those who aspire to mercenaries die in hunting grounds, and the remaining few percent die of banditry or deceit. Only a few hons grow up in public."

"Is that still true? I know I don't have enough experience, but this isn't all I can tell you, and it's hard. Because what you see and learn depends on your personal qualities."

"There used to be a runaway guy who would be hands-on, but he had nothing to learn. As a result, all of my people seemed to abandon me and keep hunting on their own, but all of them failed..."

"Something like what I heard somewhere, huh?

A maid clerk from some store crosses the back of his brain.

I also wanted to think it was just a coincidence, but there was too much to match.

"My arm was definite and expected, but I tend to overdo it. Even demons that could be eaten as meat had been transformed from one end into pieces of meat, crushing them to the point of exhausting their requests to secure meat. Whether it means failure or not."

"Sole... aren't you a female mercenary using a hammer? It's the kind of person who left the words" reflection and learning "before they were born."

"Did you know... I haven't seen him in a long time yesterday, but he seemed the same. Why are you alive?

"You wanted me to die!? How annoying have you been, Mr. Cootie..."

"... one of his companions had a daughter his age, but he had a lot of difficulty... He used his daughter's past as an opportunity to break up the party, and she became depressed for over six months..."

"You really don't do anything rocky!!

Cootie is worse than I imagined.

I guess I'm not here with an understanding of how heartbreaking that damage was, just without any serious offense.

In short, the mind is so thin that it works for others. Maybe not.

"Now the daughter lives happily ever after. Marry a man who was the leader of the same party, he has about three kids... Set up a shop in Santore. Oh, I'm finally happy."

"That's above all. If possible, you shouldn't see Mr. Cootie. It's not going to be a big deal to be reunited now."

"Hey, if that happens... why don't you finish him off? Make it look like an accident whenever you can..."

"That was just a murder request!? What are you asking of a stranger I met today?!

"As long as he lives, more people will be unhappy! At a glance, I can only rely on you anymore!! Please, you can only ask a monstrous, hand-worked man!! Get rid of him unknowingly!!

My old man was just as baffled by my father asking me to come in tears.

I don't know how long Cootie spent in mercenarism, but I don't think I've seen this Mr. Oyaji in a while. In the meantime, if we were to have been so hunted down, we would have produced a rather poor quality imitation.

Zeros sighed but from what I heard, the depressed daughter was this Mr. Oyaji's niece and this Mr. Oyaji's brother was her father.

He was under the worst father as a person, and both his mothers were in terrible sight. You think both mothers were forced to engage in prostitution before they got older?

After his mother died, his father was killed by some chimp, and his daughter, who was finally free, said he wanted mercenaries to become independent. I guess I didn't want to remain weak.

It seems that Mr. Oyaji was also as powerful as he could be, but getting to know Cootie was the beginning of the nightmare.

She duly researched her past with her familiar detective hobby, proceeded to turn herself in to a random decision quote with the scoundrel, and led to the dissolution of the party due to that proprietary mistake, but bragged that it was all her fault.

What a terrible story it was to be exposed to the past in public at that time.

"... well, aside from not killing, if anything, I'll shoot in the magic. She doesn't reflect."

"Please... I don't want to see that kid suffer anymore. I'm finally happy... finally..."

"Why aren't you disqualified as a mercenary? If you're so insane, I know you're an ant to demote your rank, but what's a mercenary guild doing?

"Mercenary guild discipline is... unexpectedly light. It doesn't make much sense to control troubled mercenaries, because trouble is a world of self-responsibility..."

The mercenary policy seemed lighter than I imagined.

Sinful Cootie, her thoughtless behavior had created many victims. For lack of strict discipline, everything is left to the good sense of the individual.

I missed the fact that there was a personal difference in that good sense.

That's why Cootie is left alone and he thinks nothing of it. No, you don't even understand what you've done.

In any case, he was aiming for a detective to hunt down criminals, and he didn't think that the out-of-target reasoning had a negative impact on many of them, etc. He is meant to be on the side of justice.

I don't even know that benevolent justice is evil, and I don't doubt it because I believe I'm right.

"Ha...... mendoi"

Not at all.

They make me feel sick and tired of doing every nasty favor.

I sincerely hope you won't cause any problems, if possible.

"Whoa? Isn't this something good?

"That's expensive... I need to know how much I earn from selling demon stones and ingredients."

"What is a throwing knife, a use? I don't think it works for demons, do you?

"It wouldn't be powerful without the skills of [throwing]. The Awkward are after us, too, but how can we earn them?

"Shouldn't you even throw a stone?

"Atashi, I think I'll go for the use of heavy weapons. Isn't Battle Axe cool?

The kids are looking well at weapons and protective gear and wondering if they can buy it with the proceeds of the demon they knocked down yesterday.

Whoever controls information controls the world. The words are correct, and the children know more about demons, hunting grounds, and even more about tools than the bad mercenaries.

Even though he looks like a child, he thinks realistically, and specs higher than the mercenaries around him just because he's working out.

What is missing is experience, but it does not even waste a single day of hunting experience. Those who look up at their feet have more to stretch out than anyone else.

"That's great... thanks, huh?

The guardian, Luceris, was watching Morningstar and the Axe lineage of weapons.

Appearance is not a weapon that slashes on the back, but seems to prefer to use a weapon that slaps. In the case of Axe, there is a strong image of tapping and cracking, which would be an intermediate positioning between the sword and the hammer.

"Uh-huh... until now I've been using Morningstar, shall I turn it into an axe thoughtfully?

"Normally, if you're a cleric, wouldn't you equip yourself with a rod system? Why choose a weapon with a heavy strike system..."

"What? Isn't a cleric supposed to control a demon in one blow? The priest taught me that clerics should be... when you bet everything in an instant"

"How fierce is that priest... As I've heard before, I'm more of a protégé warrior than a priest. A hell of a militant..."

"You've changed enough to recommend this to the kids, haven't you?

"Here... is that a helm? But why is there a longitudinal gap in the center of the head...... no way!

[Mohican Helm].

Correct, the Mohican-shaped decorations that are supposed to come before you.

It is a delicacy that a schoolboy who polishes a man is likely to be pleased to wear, or some sort of serpent constellation warrior who can see restraint in appearance.

"Mr. Oyaji! This equipment is no way..."

"Is that it? Don't let the good, poorly patterned bastards buy it. They're selling extra gear, too, huh?

"Additional equipment......? More than that, it's selling!?

"Oh... this is him"

A curved blade shaped so that the inside fits the head.

A special weapon of an ultra warrior, or a dark vessel hidden inside a Mohican by some schoolboy.

"Seriously... I don't know why this stuff sells. If you get a blow to the head, it's deadly."

"That's the effect of the ponch painting that's been sold out lately. Sure... Oops, here it is..."

"Oh, that ha!?

What my father at the weapons store had in his hands was a weekly magazine of patchy things I saw a while back.

The cover depicts some poor students with bad patterns, and the title is "Piercing, Rose Han School! 'He claims brilliantly.

The title is Ayashi......

The smell, which is the thick content to see, drifts.

"As soon as my son, who read this, said, 'The only way to fight Han with faith is the beast path named Love...' and left, he hasn't come back lately. Where and what are you doing?"

"I hope you're not on a dangerous path...... in a different way"

The old man became worried that Mr. Oyaji's son had not stepped off the road.

Suppose my son comes back and says, 'Dad! This is my man. I'm going to marry you because I love you,' and I get anxious not to introduce you to a thick man with a movie touch.

If that happens, you'll definitely see blood in this weapons store living room.

"Is it bad for a brave man who brought in a comic book culture or bad for this world who summoned such a brave man... Either way, we won't be able to go back."

It is already too late.

The negative effects had already continued to spread to the general public and the destruction of culture had progressed steadily.

After that, I don't want to believe in the good sense of this world.

Ange suddenly talks to the desperate old man in a casual tone.

"Grandma, I want to go to the hunting ground from now on, okay?

"You were supposed to take the day off, weren't you? What's the matter?"

"Uh-huh, because I didn't get any better than I thought. Come on, you want to hunt again today. No?"

"Well, that's good. If you're after the big guy, Mr. Luceris will follow you, too? And not to act like you did yesterday, okay?

"Okay. The cocksuckers have gone somewhere today, and I can't help it."

I'm happy to go report to my buddy, Ange.

And it was Zeros tilting his neck, 'With that said, I don't see Cocco today'.

Nobody knows where the cocks went.

Beyond the lack of escorts, it was decided that the old man would monitor the children with Luceris.

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Deep in the woods, there were five cocks.

A large bird-shaped demon is in front of the cocksuckers. The evolutionary form of Wild Cocco, Cocatrice. It is famous as a relatively dangerous demon with special abilities: paralysis, poison and petrification.

It is a demon acting in a herd, and Cocatrice falls to the boss among the same coco species.

The cockatris followed many cocks, and stood blocked before five cocks.

"Goye! Guah!! (I don't know which herd you belong to, but I thought you liked it a lot in the territory of Noh. You'd be ready, wouldn't you?

"Coquette Coquette! (Old people don't have a crush on their flair, do they? Stay hidden for good) '

"Cockerel Cockerel! (The strong live and the weak die. This is the code of nature. No matter how many weak people flock, we can't beat them.) '

"Kekkokkokkokkee? (You seem weaker than Master Wookay and the others. I'm not scared at all... are we too strong?

Even if it were the same species, it is a must to be a battle if you come across a herd.

It is necessary to preserve a stable habitat in our lives that we do not condone the foreign enemies who invade our territory. Because otherwise we can't keep the herd.

The code of nature is not as sweet as man's world, but only to live or die. Naturally, the Cocco subspecies, another herd, will be exposed to hostility. But where was the wind blowing to the cocks?

"Cock, cock, cock, cock! (I'll miss it with the same seed of goodness. If you want to run, why don't you go after him?

"Cockroach. Cockroach. (If you're coming towards me, let's deal with them in good faith. I think it's good for the dead) '

"Gah! Gah! Gah! (Kids! I'll tell you who I wanted to rummage to) '

"Cockroach? (Superior. Ready to die? Ready for the grave, OK?

"Gyoaaaaa!! You're the ones who die! Regret that you challenged Non to battle for the inferior low species!!

"" "" "" Cockroach!! (Let me regret it, old man, I don't even know the difference in power. Aww!

And a spectacular territorial feud that begins.

The curtain of the battle between the evolutionary species Cocatris and the mutant subspecies Coccos rises.

Without the owner's knowledge, the battle between the breeder Cocco and a flock of wild Coccos began.

The code of nature, the management of weak and strong food, was absolute.

No one knows the outcome of this battle.

It was one of the well seen battles in nature's stewardship, triggered in the back of a wide forest......