Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

"Well, I'm going to get you guys some combat training."

This was Hajime's first voice when Hajime, who had been expelled from Fairbergen, first took a breath by creating a stronghold near the great tree. Even when it comes to base, Hajime trifled to steal it... just using the fair-dren crystal I got to tie the line. In it, the rabbits gave a pocan look as they sat down on stumps and such.

"Uh... Mr. Hajime. Combat training means…"

Shea asks on behalf of the confused clan.

"It means the way it is. Anyway, you're not gonna make it to Oki for the next ten days, are you? Then I'm going to make the most of my time to raise you weak, vulnerable, loser-gut-stained men of one end of the battle."

"Hey, why are you doing that..."

Rabbits shuddering puffy with hazy eyes and intimidation from all over their bodies. Shea naturally questions Hajime's too abrupt proclamation.

"Why? Did you hear why? Too bad rabbit."

"Ah, I can't get you to call me by name yet..."

Hajime talks about depressing Shea on her ass.

"Look, the promise I made with you is to keep it until the guide is finished. So, what are you gonna do after the tour, you guys thinking about that?

The Houlians look at each other and shake their heads as they sift. Cam has a tough look too. I was feeling vaguely anxious, but seemed to be driven to the corner of my head by a tumult after tumult. Or were you trying not to think about it?

"Well, you haven't thought about it. I don't have an answer for that. You are weak, and you can only escape or hide against malice and harm. You guys have finally lost a safe house called Fairbergen. I mean, the moment I lose my asylum, I'm in a state of predicament again."

……

You're absolutely right, so the Houlians all lean down with a dark look. That sounds like a hazy word to them.

"You have no escape. There are no safe houses or shelters. But demons and people are relentlessly coming after you weak people. Either way, total annihilation is imperative... is that all right? Do we tolerate being eliminated on the grounds of weakness? Do you want to waste your lucky life picking it up? What do you say?

No one utters a word and the heavy bitter air fills the neighborhood. And the potpourri and someone zeroed in.

"There's no way that's a good thing"

The Haurians begin to raise their faces as inspired by that word. Shea already has a resolute look.

"That's right. There's no way. So, what do we do? The answer is simple. You just have to be strong. All you have to do is break down every obstacle that strikes and earn the right to life in your own hands"

"... but we are the Rabbits. I have no tough flesh like the Tigers or Bears or special skills like the Wings or the Earthlings... very, such..."

The common sense that the Hajime are weak creates a negative feeling in Hajime's words. We're weak, we can't fight. No matter how hard you scratch, you can be as strong as Hajime says.

Hajime laughs at such a Haulian tribe with his nose.

"I used to be called incompetent by one of my friends, didn't I?

"Huh?"

"" Incompetence. "Incompetence. Extremely ordinary people with status and skill. Weakest in your peers. Nothing but clumps on your feet in battle. That's why my old friends used to call me" incompetent. "In fact, you were right."

To Hajime's confession, the Haulians, without exception, express their consternation. Who can believe that the vicious demons of the Licen Grand Canyon, the elders of the Bear tribe with excellent combat skills, and the hajime that overtook them without suffering are "incompetent" and "weakest"?

"But I fell to the bottom of Naruto and I acted to be strong. I had no idea if I could or could not. If I can't do it, I will die, I fought with all of myself at that Setouchi. … if you notice this difference."

Chills run through the entire body of the Haurians in what is spoken pale, but too spectacular. The status of the general public meant that it was lower spec than the Rabbits. In that state, they were dealing with monsters far more powerful than the Licence Grand Canyon demons, who had no hands or feet. More than strength, the Haurians fought over the difference in spirit that tried to challenge both such creatures, though weakest than the fact that they actually survived. We would be crushed by despair and embrace death with a given view. As I accepted the decision of the Council of Elders.

"Your situation is similar to mine once was. Now that it's in my word, let's do enough to help break the hopelessness. If we say we can't do it, we don't mind. Only then will it be wiped out this time. I'm not going to help you after your promise has been fulfilled. I hope the losers lick each other's wounds for the rest of the raw."

So what do we do? and Hajime asking with his eyes. The Haurians will not answer immediately. No, should I say I couldn't answer it? I know we have no other way to survive than to be strong. Hajime has not protected the Haulians from a sense of justice. Therefore, if the promise is fulfilled, it will be relentlessly abandoned. But even so, knowing that, for the warm, peaceful, heartfelt, gentle and feuding Hajime people above all, Hajime's proposal was just a decision equal to stepping into the unknown realm. Unless you find yourself in a special situation like Hajime, it's hard to change your mind.

The Haurians face each other in silence. But Shea stood up with such a resolute look on their asses from earlier.

"I'll do it. Show me how to fight! I don't want to remain weak anymore!

A scream that just tells you to sound like everything in the tree sea. No more thoughtful declarations. I hate fighting with Shea. It scares me and it hurts, and above all, it hurts me and it hurts me sadly. But it is undoubtedly my own fault that drove the clan into distress, and it is absolutely unacceptable to perish without being able to do anything like this. For one other purpose, Shea wanted to be strong, even against her essence as a rabbit.

Shea lodges her unrelenting determination in her eyes and stares straight at Hajime. The Cams and the Haurians, who watched the situation in a glance, gradually changed their expression to something resolute, and rose up with one and another. And Cam took a step forward on behalf of him when he confirmed that all the Haurians stood up, including men as well as women and children.

"Lord Hajime... thank you"

There are few words. But the short words did dwell on the will. There is a will to fight the irrationality that strikes.

"Okay. Get ready, huh? It is only by your own will that you become stronger. I'm the only one who can help. I'm not going to gently teach you the one I threw on the way out. Besides, it only lasts ten days... go crazy to death. It's life or death we're waiting for."

In the words of Hajime, all the Haurians nodded with a ready expression.

Hajime, in training the Haurian tribe, first gave them the equipment he had made for the practice of smelting removed from the treasure trove. In addition to the knife I was handing over earlier, it's a single-edged sword with the opposite in it, a knife where I say in Japan. These blades were created in the course of the practice of making that blade extremely thin for Hajime to train in precision smelting and have excellent cleavage. Made of taur ore, it is also shock resistant. It boasts considerable strength, contrary to its thinness.

And teach them basic moves after letting them have that weapon. Of course, Hajime doesn't know anything about martial arts. Even if it is, it is nothing but obvious knowledge such as comics and games that can be taught to others. The only thing that can be taught is "sensible movement" that has been battled and polished against numerous demons at the bottom of Naruto. While tapping it in, demonize it appropriately to gain real-life experience. The strength of the Haurian tribe is its ability to oppose enemies and conceal them. Either way, I was hoping I could acquire a collective method of warfare dedicated to ambush and collaboration.

By the way, when it comes to Shea, Yue is the exclusive and magical trainer. Because Shea, who is subhuman but has magic and is also capable of its direct manipulation, should be able to build a magic formation and use unchanging magic as long as she has knowledge. Occasionally, I hear Shea screaming from across the fog, so the special training seems to be going well.

But day two from the start of the training. Hajime was looking at the training landscape of the Haurian tribe as frustrated as he floated blue muscles on his forehead. Indeed, the Haurians, as they were told, are seriously encouraged to train, while defying their nature. Even demons have managed to defeat even with several wounds.

But...

Gussa!

In one of the demons, Hajime's special knife stabs him to death.

"Oh, please forgive me for my sins."

The Hourian man who did it clings to the demon. It's like the man who killed his best friend at the end of one another's unswerving beliefs.

Bush!

The demon is torn apart again and falls down.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I still have to do this!

A Haurian woman holding a small knife with her hands that tore her neck open and trembled. It's like the end of mad love, the woman who killed the one she loved with that hand.

Baki!

A dying demon rewards his opponent for killing himself with his last strength. A cam blown away by a body hit squeaks in self-derision as she falls.

"Oh, so this is punishment for me with the blade pointed at me... that's the natural result..."

The surrounding Haurians tears in their eyes at the words, shouting to Cam with a sad look.

"Chieftain! Please don't say that! We're all guilty together!

"Yes! Even if you come one day when you'll be judged, it's not now! Please stand up! Chieftain!"

"We're on a path we can't go back to. Chieftain, let's die together where we can go."

"Oh, you guys... right. You can't be stopping here. Even for him (the little rat-like demon) who's dead, let's move on through this death!

"" "" "" "" "Chieftain!

Nice vibe cams. And Hajime penetrates unbearably.

"Huh! It's weird, bokeh! Every time I kill a demon, I exaggerate! What is it? Really? What is it? That trilogy play! Why are you feeling so dramatic? Shut up and kill him! Kill him now! Don't say" he "to the demon! That's creepy!"

Yes, I know the Houlians are working hard, but because of their nature, every time they kill a demon, an inexplicable drama arises. It is a sight that has been seen many times over the past two days, and Hajime has pointed out many times, but it will never be fixed, so please don't be shy, it is likely that Toshiba will be cut off.

Hourian tribes whining "That said..." or "Because as many demons are pathetic..." while freaking their bodies out at voices that probably contain Hajime's anger.

Furthermore, blue muscle is mass-produced on the forehead of the scythe.

A Haurian boy he sees approaches to forgive Hajime. This boy, a kid who was about to be eaten by Hyberia in the Grand Canyon of Licence, was aided by a haircut and is especially nostalgic.

But the advancing boy tried to say something to Hajime, and suddenly, he jumped off the spot.

Hajime, who seems surprised, asks the boy.

"? What's up?

The boy answered Hajime as he gently crawled his hands at it at his feet.

"Oh, yeah. I almost stepped on this flower...... good. If I hadn't noticed, I would have crushed it. You're so pretty, you look so cute if you step on it."

Hajime's cheeks cramp.

"Oh, flowers?

"Yeah! Hajime brother! I love flowers! There are so many beautiful flowers around here that it's hard not to crush them during training."

Nico and the smiling rabbit boy. The surrounding Haurians are also staring at the boy with a smile.

Hajime slowly lowered his face. Gray hair drapes away and hides the look on Hajime's face. And ask questions in a potpourring and whispering voice.

"... Sometimes you jump and move at odd times... because of that" flower lady "thing?

Hajime is right, during training, the Haulians change strides or move at odd times. I was wondering, but it was connected to the next operation, so I was wondering if it was a killable positioning.

"No, no way. That's not true."

"Ha, right?

Hajime with a slightly loose cheek on the cam who says so with a bitter laugh. But...

"Yeah, you care about the bugs as well as the flowers. You'll be in a hurry when you suddenly come out. I'll try not to step on it."

Hajime's expression falls off on Cam's words. The Haurians looked at each other as if they had said something wrong to Hajime, who began to shake like a ghost. Hajime smiles in a flinch as he slowly walks over to the boy as he is. The boy smiles, too.

And Hajime... trampled the flower in front of him with a smile on his face. Be polite, trample gritty after trampling.

A boy who sees at hand with a flashing look. After Hajime's leg was finally retreated, the remains of the "flower man", who had not even retained the prototype without remnants, lay.

"Oh, flowers. Come on!

The boy's sad voice woods a spirit in the tree sea. "What the hell!" Hajime smiles with a blue muscle on his forehead to the Haurian tribes who see Hajime with a stunned expression.

"Oh, I get it. I thought it was creepy. I was sweet. It's on me. I misjudged a race called you. It's my downfall. Haha, I didn't know you cared about the" Flowers "and the" Bugs "at Setouchi, where life and death took a toll... so they were battle skills, real life experience, and other issues before that. You should have noticed earlier. I'm angry at my immaturity...... huhuhuhuhu"

"Ha, Lord Hajime?

Cam tells a horrible story as she pulls a dong at Hajime, who starts laughing spookily. That response...

Dopan!

It was a shooting by a donner. Cam blows backwards as he leans back, and after a bit of space, he falls to the ground in a dozzy manner. Then a non-lethal rubber bullet that shot out Cam's forehead fell to the ground pottery.

Hugh and wind blow around the area, silence reigns. Hajime approached Cam, who collapsed, either passed out or turned to his white eyes, and now shot a rubber bullet into his belly.

"Ha!

I woke up screaming and coughing. Cam sees a hazy in tears. Hajime declared, approximating what a surreal sight a ravenous old man had of a woman sitting in tears.

"You're filthy." Both of you. If you don't want to be picked on, kill the demon with madness in death! From now on, even though it's a flower worm, try to distract me slightly! All of you, I'm gonna kick your ass! If you find out, just go hunt the demons! This "pi pi"!

The Haurian tribe stiff to Hajime's too dirty ramblings. Hajime fired relentlessly at them like that.

Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan! Dopan!

The Haurians scatter to the sea of trees to scatter wow and spider children. A boy trembling at his feet clings desperately to the hazy.

"Brother Hajime! What the hell is wrong with you!? Why are you doing this?

Hajime glances at the boy with a giraffe and looks around and confirms the flowers that are blooming everywhere. And fired again silently.

Flowers scattered one after the other. The boy screams.

"What the heck, what the heck, stop it, bro Hajime!

"Shut up, you fucking kid. All right? Every time you slap me in the mouth for nothing, I scatter all the flowers around me. Whether you care about flowers or love flowers, scatter them. You don't have to do anything to scatter it. If you don't like it, kill as many demons as you can!

That's what I'm saying, Hajime shooting out flowers again. The boy disappeared into the tree sea crying wow.

Thereafter, the screams and yells of Howlia and the others continued to fly with the terminology of having to "pi" into the tree sea.

The training methods taken to change the races' naturally poor combatants. More than combat technology, this method done to change its spirituality, not to say Hero Man ceremony on Earth...