Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Behind the Fairbergen forest filled with early-morning tranquillity.

The chirping of the little bird grows slightly so as to bring ripples to the tranquillity like its ragged surface. Sounds like gentle music to go with the sound of leaf rubbing.

But in such a corner of Fairbergen - a discreet place that seemed less human, there were sounds in addition to those two sounds.

Huh! Huh! Huh!

"Sick! Huh! Ha!

A sharp sound ripping air and a short exhalation in tune with it. Whenever those sounds echo, black lines run through the universe to scatter thinly hung morning mist. It is the trajectory of a black knife that swings through the naturalness with which water flows from high to low, without precipitation.

Its user's movements were also extremely sophisticated, and when combined with the characteristic dark hair that flipped, it even felt as if it were a divine dance dedicated to God.

Black knife and brunette dancing in the woods falling leaves like a circle. The leaves of the tree that entered her created sword realm are scattered, and the perspiration of the balls is splashed.

How many hours the hell did you keep dancing like that? She - at the foot of Shizukuishi, there were countless pieces of circles carved into the ground by the slit feet and the remains of finely chopped leaves of the tree.

However, contrary to this, Shizuku's trunk has not produced even a slight blur, as it is said, without fatigue. Beautiful posture, like through a single core, just mindless and wielding a knife.

"-"

but suddenly, a disturbance arose in Shizuku's performance, which seemed to keep him dancing forever. Slip through the leaves of the tree where the sword muscle was supposed to be smashed. Similar to the leaves of the trees falling on the ground as they twirled, Shizuku also fell out of balance as they were twirled by the centrifugal force of circular motion.

Shizukuishi was only avoided for falling hard, but she had to make a bitter face as a swordsman for herself stepping on a bump and supporting the sheath of a black knife.

"Ha-ha-ha, oh, yeah!!

Shizuku shook his head in frustration. Trademark brunette ponytail ravages to the left to represent its mood.

"Ming Mirror Stop. Ming Mirror Stop, Me"

I take a big, deep breath and think of a quiet fountain in my heart as I purposefully put it into words. The practice of keeping the spirit and quiet is what I've been doing since I was in Japan and that's when I started learning swordsmanship. It's even become a habit now. That immediately restored Shizuku's rough heart to tranquillity.

But there's a figure of one boy floating on that surface...

"Nooooo!!

As soon as he did, Shizuku waved the black knife down from the large upper section to slap and slash the surface drawn on his heart as he raised a seriously ambitious scream on such a girl.

(If not, no!! Holy shit! I hope not!!

There is no longer anywhere near the surface of the boiled water. Instead, Shizuku's heart is desolate, like the sea hit directly by a typhoon.

(No, I don't even know what it means to be different in the first place! I'm calm!

I wasn't calm no matter how I looked at it. The screaming in my heart is also a disjunction.

As a matter of fact, Shizuku, who had been working out since the sun had not yet climbed, repeated from earlier on that he would immediately disturb and blunt his sword muscles, rebuild them while tanning, and immediately fly his mind somewhere to neglect his feet.

The appearance seemed more like "something" was trying to shake off "something" by training than "something" was getting in the way of training.

Why is Shizuku still doing that from a time that is not an exaggeration even though it is still night?

Yesterday, a line of hajimes returning from the [Great Labyrinth of Harzina] went into early rest to relieve their fatigue. Naturally, Shizukuishi also went into bed immediately after getting a meal and a bath, but for some reason (...) she couldn't sleep at all, and after hours of stuffiness, she jumped out into one hand with a black knife even though she had no choice but to stay in bed.

And what is stuffing Shizuku - it was one boy who comes up on a mundane clap, whether trying to sleep or drawing a surface of water (all of them) on his mind.

"Sai! Sai! Seeiei!!"

The roar is even rougher.

Even if you think about it, no, rather it's what happens in the Great Labyrinth that reminds me so much.

A world of dreams exposed, shortly after launching a transfer formation that moves through the hierarchy. In that world of sweetness for those who were captured, Shizuku was made to dream naughty dreams that would make him blush even if he remembered now. That's my ideal world etc...... I would never admit it, and I can't tell anyone.

Well, someone leaning on himself who was a terrible maiden in that world...

"Uri ah!!!

Extremely is the final test of the Great Labyrinth. I don't even want to recall the outrageous content of inverting emotions and the fact that I felt affection for that black object. But the biggest problem is that Shizukuishi hated the boy terribly (...). It wasn't enough to kill him, but he even thought it was hateful.

That means...

"Chi - Ugh! Friendship! Friendship Banzai!!

I don't have any more fat muscles or anything. It looks like it's even causing a character collapse. A mischievously wielded black knife makes a rough wind-cut noise to blame somewhere. Shizuku's appearance, which hits a phantom figure with some hateful grin floating in front of him, would have revealed a surprise by opening his mouth gently if his classmates saw it, far from the usual Rin atmosphere.

For some time after that, Shizukuishi continued to wave a knife at our samurai, sometimes sharp, in a narrow space of calm and confusion. Like shaking something off, or denying it. Pretending not to notice it (...), telling me it was a mistake, and assuming Harzina was Peacock.

Eventually, when fatigue through the feeling of comfort… began to dull Shizuku's thoughts, Shizuku's mind finally began to regain its original serenity. Regarding the causes that were rough, we conclude that strong trust in an environment that deviated from the regular track of the Great Labyrinth was temporarily freaking out our thoughts. No more disturbances in my mind when I think of him in peace. As usual.

"Phew."

Exhale slowly, chin! and Shizuku, who snaps a knife as he sounds a petite, good chirp. Meditation closes my vision to darkness, but my sweat-scratched skin conveys more morning freshness than my vision. Somewhere glossy is the appearance of exhaling a hot breath with the hair of a single room stuck on its cheek intact as well.

A voice was inadvertently hung as Shizukuishi soaked in the aftermath of her workout that way.

"Boulder, that's a word."

"Huh!? Niya!?

Shizuku's heart bounced due to the sound of a very familiar voice coming from right behind him. Finally, the tone was also severely disturbed. "Weren't you always like that?" and no one put a scratch in it. Shizukuishi looked back to Ba and his voice, thinking, "No way."

There was an imaginary figure - Hajime standing there. Not to disturb Shizuku's workouts, or just a prank... seems to have killed the signs and approached him.

"Nagumo-kun. Don't threaten me. It's a bad taste to suddenly stand behind you."

Shizuku narrowed his eyes to blame as he healed Bakubaku and his pulsing heart.

By contrast, Hajime, who was condemned...

"... nigga... puffy"

So that I could laugh, no, Shizuku's adorable who repeated what while pretending to laugh. Shizuku, who reacts with pikun but sends an eye that reinforces the colour of accusation. But none of it was powerful because its cheeks were stained thinly.

Do you have that consciousness, now you throw a thorn in the words.

"Nah... let's... Shira!!

Hajime smiled slightly at the words separated word by word, taking the towel out of the [treasure trove] and throwing it over, as he also said with teasing apologies. Shizuku, who received it at risk, noticed the fact that he would now sweat, wiping it out like he was in a panic with a strange sense of embarrassment.

"I didn't need anything in particular. I woke up. I thought it would be a workout, so I was looking for the right place, and there was a sign of an octopus, so I came to see it.... Looks like you've been doing that for quite some time. I'll do it yesterday today."

"Yes, not always. I can't sleep..."

"... Well, it was my first Great Labyrinth attack. Can't you help feeling high?"

"As, well."

No way, it was expensive in a different way, it was rather rough! Shizukuishi, not to say, subtly turns a blind eye.

Hajime narrowed her eyes as she tilted her neck at Shizukuishi, who was somewhere suspicious of behavior.

Shizuku becomes even more restless.

Giro Giro, Soft, Jeezy, Biku...

"... Yae Oak. What's wrong with you? No way, even with the after-effects..."

"Heh? Uh, no, I'm fine. Yeah, not at all. Health itself. Rather, it's in great shape."

"... no, you look pretty tired, and I'm having some behavioral suspicion..."

"What is suspicious behavior? I'm normal. Always be on guard around you. You don't stand behind the darkness. Because I might accidentally slay you!

"... which hitman are you?... Well, if you don't mind."

Obviously it was an unusual Shizukuishi, but Hajime stopped caring completely if he was saying so. And when I look like I've come up with something, I generally walk over to Shizuku.

Shizuku wolfed violently at the hajime that suddenly approached him. When he does, he sticks his hands forward so that even the barrier tensions.

"Hey, what? Why are you closing in? No, wait a minute! I'm sweating and scratching! Territorial aggression. Calm down! Oh, towels, huh? Look, I'll give it back... and no. Because I'll wash this and give it back! So stop right there!

"... you, are you sure you're crazy? I just want you to give me the Black Knife."

Hajime's attitude of Shizuku retreating only after walking over makes him look as if he was dealing with a pervert, and he looks grumpy.

"Ko, Black Knife? Why again..."

"It's an enhancement. Because the sublime magic is going to make it even worse. I hope not."

"Oh, yeah. Thank you if you could."

Shizukuishi takes the edge of the black knife with him and offers it to Hajime. They're not just going to get close.

Hajime looked at the suspicious more and more, wondering what he cared about now, which would be common since he came to this world, such as being beside people with sweat scratched, but still shouted, "Well, I don't care," he said.

Then, he takes the black knife and stomps his foot in a ton. That alone activated the magic formation of smelting planted in the shoe, causing a simple table and chair to come out of the ground. When Hajime sits on the chair, he removes various ores from the treasure trove and arranges them on the table with the black knife.

Shizukuishi watched the scene in a jittery manner, but it was also depressing to be seen standing, so Hajime urged him with his gaze, softening but sitting on the chair across the street.

……

……

There is no conversation. The sound of kachakacha and hajime hovering the ore and the twirling of the little birds, and the noise other than the leaf rubbing, disappeared, and the silence of the morning returned again.

Shizuku, however, was extraordinary and did not feel uncomfortable. Although there was some tension, I felt Hajime somehow embracing Shizukumi's presence there, and the mind that wavered at its sudden appearance gradually regained its calm.

Hajime, who doesn't even turn his gaze against Shizukumi, but that's because he concentrates on smelting. Hajime's eyes are badly and seriously colored in the evidence. Hajime's expression illuminated by a clear, bright red magical light and the minerals who literally magically change their appearance at their disposal.

Shizukuishi looked at Hajime's face as Poe, unconsciously, without any reason, as she said to herself against Hajime's magic: "After all, it's beautiful..." With a single elbow on his head, he turns somewhere tron eyed. Is that because of the sleeper who attacked me all night, or...

Along the way, Hajime suddenly took his hand to collect blood from Shizukuishi, and although there was a happening that the upset Shizukuishi was about to fall from the chair, a generally calm time flowed.

After a while, Hajime called me when Shizukumi was half unconscious about giving herself up to the eye lid and strange comfort that would weigh in for a moment.

"Look, we made it, Yae Oak."

……

"Eight oaks?"

……

"... are you asleep?

Hajime glanced over one eye at Shizukuishi, who kept his head in his own arm pillow and poked with almost closed eyes. A little twitching passes through my chest when it exposes me to a much more defenseless look.

Normally, I'd probably wake him up gently or hang him with a piece of his jacket... Hajime thought about it a little bit, then basically put a black knife on his pitchy Shizuku forehead, and he stayed put... and let the magic flow.

BallyBallyBallyBallyBallyBallyBallyBallyBally!!!

"Ababa, ababa, ababa, ababa"

A spark that jumps up in an instant and screams strangely while stiff. Hajime activated one of the abilities of the Black Knife when he woke up.

As soon as he was let go of the black knife, Hajime nodded to convince him of something while rubbing his jaw with one hand, with a shoe and a shizuku raising gag-like white smoke up his ass.

Apparently, it was convincing and prosperous.

"What do you do all of a sudden!!

Naturally, the resurrected Shizukuishi raises the roar of anger. Bang on the table! and stared at the hajime on his clear face as he climbed out with his hands.

"No, it seems to be a flying consciousness, so I thought I'd wake you up with performance experiments."

"Wow, no offense, this guy..."

Shizuku tried to slap the words of protest even more, but received them in a hurry because a black knife was thrown to suppress it.

"Before I got the sublimation magic, I had one or two limitations on my ability to add to the ore, but thanks to a step up in the level of smelting and generating magic, I was able to apply multiple effects."

"And my anger goes through and you start explaining. … that's enough…"

Shizuku lowered his hips with ston as he sighed heavily as Hajime began to explain the enhanced black knife as if nothing had happened. Jito, keep your eyes on me, I still felt this guy. This was my fault! with certainty.

"So. Some new magic was added to the black knife. One is gravitational magic. I can change the weight of the knife. And you can pull yourself apart, pull away, for a moment, but you can also slash gravity itself."

"That's... that's amazing"

Shizuku stops jito eyes unintentionally at Hajime's description and looks at the black knife at hand as he rounds his eyes. But that seemed too soon to surprise me. Shizuku's cheeks were dramatically drawn to the immensity of his abilities as he listened to Hajime's description that followed.

Says that space magic can break the space itself.

Says that the regenerative magic automatically repairs the black knife itself even if it is left alone. I can also hope to have a restorative effect on the user even though I am resting just because I have it.

Says, Soul Soul Magic can transmit the opponent's flesh to inflict slaughter damage on the Soul Soul itself.

Said that "wrapped thunder" wind claws have also improved their performance, and also "impact conversion" has been newly granted etc.

……

"It also incorporates an application of the status plate authentication method. By first putting the black knife itself in the" activated state ", a long chant that was necessary proportionally to achieve a high effect since then is also unnecessary. A swordsman and speedfighter Yae Oak won't be able to make a long chant during the spear."

Hajime closed the explanation by saying so. Shizukuishi stares at the black knife at hand as she scratches a cold sweat. Whatever you think, it is turned into a bug sword through a cheat that gently surpasses the holy sword. If this performance is known, it is likely that there will be a huge fight over the Black Knife. Undoubtedly, it is the strongest sword in the world.

"Yes, I don't know... I have this..."

"Well, just in case."

"Just in case?

Hajime nodded small if he looked up to heaven at Shizukuishi, who leaned his neck and listened back.

The look was as sharp as a wild wolf, as if he were about to shoot something at the end of his gaze. Shizuku accidentally quickens his heartbeat. Wait for Hajime to explain as he missed his gaze to mislead his cheeks with a slight fever.

"As you know, if you attack the last Great Labyrinth [Ice and Snow Cave], you will have the means to return to Japan. There's nothing wrong with it if you can go home right now, but that would be too optimistic."

"You mean you can get in the way, right? Demons or crazy gods..."

"Oh. I don't think God and the Yakuza will easily miss an interesting pawn or an irregular named me. At first, it's like Noint." The apostle of God "appeared in large numbers... Gohon! As a force, I've been trying to get you guys to learn the magic of the gods."

"Hey, didn't you just try to say meat walls? That's what I'm trying to tell you now, isn't it? Hey."

Ask Shizukumi as she floats her blue muscles that she won't listen to the true meaning of the fact that Hajime was about to accidentally leak. But Hajime ignored it all the time and kept talking.

"Thanks to sublime magic, my ability to create artifacts has evolved. Without having to directly acquire the divine magic, considerable enhancement was possible. I'm going to demonize not only Yae Oak, but the rest of them. While we go to the [Ice Cave]," If the Apostle of God strikes, you must repel him. Of course, you can try the other maze with reinforced weapons. "

"I understand the story..."

Shizukumi got a troubled, lost look at Hajime, who stood up like he had said what he wanted to say.

"... after all, Nagumo, you guys are going alone, right?

"Hmm? Yeah... you want to follow me?

……

Shizuku did not answer. Originally, Hajime followed me by saying he couldn't. In the story of having only one Great Labyrinth attached to the offense.

The troubles of the Great Labyrinth were stained with bones in the [Great Labyrinth of Harzina]. Whatever happens, Shizukuta cannot deny the lack of strength to challenge. In other words, following them is only a shackle for the Hajimes.

Besides, if you even attack the next [Ice and Snow Cave], you'll get the means to return. Hajime said he would finally do enough to bring back his classmates, so he had no reason to follow him.

That's why Shizuku, who couldn't answer, just shook his head silently rather than saying he wouldn't answer. Hajime opens his mouth with his shoulders clasped in such a Shizukuishi.

"Well, if it's just Yae Oak, you can take him..."

"Huh?"

Shizuku opens his eyes as surprised by the unexpected words leaking out of Hajime.

And after a beat, kah what did you think! and dyed his cheeks red and hurried back to hide it. While desperately trying to quell the dock 'n' dock and the bouncing heart, I try to ask you the sincerity of Hajime.

"What is that..."

"Well, that's impeccable for war. Regardless of your strength, your mental strength is perfectly fine. You can fill the difference between us with artifacts."

"Yeah, right? That's what you knew, wasn't it? Really?"

Lightly betrayed expectations. Most importantly, Shizukuishi said, "I'm not expecting anything! Though."

Looking back consciously at his lightly feverish cheeks and quiet mind, Shizukumi sent a jito eye to Hajime with the hatred she was feeling more than once since she was reunited.

But he was to blush again in Hajime's words shortly afterwards.

"No, it's true, huh? Except for our members, the most trustworthy person and strength is Yae Oak."

Apparently Hajime mistakenly assumed that Shizuku's Zito Eye reason was because he received his words as a compliment. That's why I said it again. However, the correction seemed a little irritating to Shizukuishi today. Shizuku blushing again.

With such a Shizukuishi on his ass, Hajime laughs bitterly as he prepares for self-training, which is his original purpose.

"That said, well, in fact, I really have trouble even if they only come with the octopus"

"Uh... uh, how could you..."

"No, why... I mean the class guys, the Heavenly Rivers would definitely need you, right? If we make it through the party to Yae Oak, surely he's gonna run wild? So, the spearhead is me." Mr. Yae Oak in trouble, I'm in trouble if you don't stay with the troubled people. "

"... I don't have a body or a lid"

Shizuku gives a tired look after being flirted with by Hajime's words and actions. However, Hajime began to float around after removing countless circle moon rings from the "treasure trove" without looking concerned at all.

"That's a chakram with the ability to transfer things inside, isn't it? What do you do with so much out?

"Workout. I thought you said you were here for that. Go back to Yae Oak. If you're that tired, you'll get some sleep."

Hajime was right, Shizukuishi felt quite tired and now she seemed to be able to sleep with Patari.

But somehow it's hard to leave this place. Shizuku had his mouth open if he noticed while watching Hajime begin to make more than thirty circle moon rings around him to create a cylinder around him.

"... may I have a look?

"? Well, I don't mind, but I don't even know if you fell asleep, do I?

"It's okay. 'Cause if you get tired of it, you go home on your own."

Hajime, who conveyed his recognition with his shoulders flaunted by Shizukuishi's words, meditated his eyes and pulled out Donner Shrak. Seeing it, Shizukumi also lowers her hips and begins to stare at Hajime as she supports her head to elbow at the table and pinch her cheeks with her hands.

The next moment,

Tantangtangtangtangtangtangtangtangtangtangtangtangtangtang!

Hajime pulled Donner Shrak's trigger toward the circle moon wheel, which flies around him at such a high speed that it is difficult for ordinary people to see. The bullet you're using is a non-lethal rubber bullet with a reduced explosive dose, so a different gunshot sounds than the usual fierce burst sound.

The bullet released enters the inside of the circle lunar circle as it flies out to the left and right, then flies out of another circle lunar circle and returns to Hajime. Hajime shifts the bullet in another circle moon wheel so that it does not come out of the boundary of the cylinder made of circle moon wheels while turning it half-hearted. Meanwhile, my fingers keep pulling the trigger, and when I jump into another circle lunar circle, I pop out from another circle lunar circle for a hajime.

Repeat that, deflecting the bullet that jumps out of all directions with flutter and vision closed as the leaves of the tree dance in the smallest motion.

The movement will lack fluidity compared to the Shizukuishi movement earlier. There is no such thing as a beautiful type of martial arts that has been handed down for centuries. But it makes sense. Necessary minimal sophistication moves like stuck in rationality. Shizuku's beauty was different from Shizuku's.

When Shizukumi accidentally glanced at the overly peculiar training method of causing a storm herself while causing obstacles in the center of the typhoon's eyes, the hajime largely jumped up.

As he stayed, he created a scaffold spreading red ripples in the air, and further removed the circle lunar ring from the treasure trove, now surrounding himself in a spherical shape.

And

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

A red flash ran through a sphere made of massive circle moon rings.

An electromagnetically accelerated lethal bullet separates the sphere with a red line, like a laser. At first, the boundary of the circle lunar circle, which had a diameter of ten meters, gradually narrowed its range, and eventually became three meters in diameter, continuing to emit red flashes of light from close range to the hajime.

Hajime who sometimes turns it away, sometimes deviates with a barrel of guns, sometimes shoots it off and bullies it. Donner Shrark in the left and right hand moves around like a separate creature to embody the whole offensive. A red flash that fills the inside on the countless circle moon rings that wrap around the red light. It was like a red moon floating in the sky as they increased their combined glow.

"... beautiful"

Shizuku whines the same words every time she sees Hajime's red with a lucid look somewhere. It was true, almost unconsciously, that it had fallen zero.

The sounding gunfire was smashing the morning silence, but Shizuku, who was rather more at peace now, gradually weighed his eye lid while being seen by such a red star, and he remained softly unconscious.