The third Rank Gold adventurer we met, Mr. Snow.
The simulated battle between me and Reefa with her knowing her strength was more spectacular than I had assumed.
Reefa, who first paired up, had managed to devour it using magic, but had it on Bokoska.
Exactly. He didn't get hurt, but the combat technique backed up by his experience as an adventurer was enough to snap Reefa's nose.
"… Me, I say. Kono."
As a result, I was currently confronted with the walls of the training ground in a sports seat, more and more depressed.
I don 't--
"Your feet are away"
"Noooo!?"
"The torso is empty"
"Guh!?"
"Don't distract yourself from me"
"Ha!?"
That thing was stunningly bogged down.
Mr. Snow's method of combat is probably in tricky medium and close range combat using spears and hand-to-hand combat.
Now I use a stick but poke it like a spear, I use a lot of bamboo, and in close range off spear intervals, I deal with it by clapping.
But still, I'm not serious.
"... oh, dangerously."
Avoid squeezing away from being slapped on the right foot.
Prevent knockouts approaching from the opposite direction with sticks.
Avoid a sharp penetration of the torso approaching the back, half-baked the body, and manage to take the stinger deriving from it with a stick.
!
"Give it to me again and again in the same pattern and I'll remember just fine!!"
Ever since he fought me, this man's attacks have been carried out in almost the same pattern.
Clapping from leg tweezers, swinging down, poking, and tweezers.
Perhaps you're making such an attack for my training, but I've eaten it many times and can finally handle it.
Perfect if you repeat it twice or so more -,
"Okay, let's go to the next pattern"
"Oh, hey, that's..."
At the next moment, a series of rough levels of attack is approaching me.
Three-piercing, fast enough to illuminate when coming from both left and right directions, and clapping rolled out in more steps than earlier.
Having eaten all of that properly, I get blown away behind my back.
"No, ugly..."
Rolling to the ground, I look up into the sky nappy.
A body that hurts slightly.
The puzzling voice of the other adventurers, echoing from around.
And the strength of my current situation that I now understand.
"Ka, kite! You okay?!?"
"F, hahahaha...!!"
"Or, kite, did you get too beat up and go crazy?!?"
Flirting but getting up.
Schiff suddenly laughed at me, showing confusion.
"Oh, it's getting fun...!"
"I don't look like I'm having fun at all!?"
Schiff worries me over my head when I get up laughing.
I didn't go crazy.
Because for me, the way this man fights is no more informative.
"Let me steal it...!"
"Same goes for the kid just now... if there's a gap, he's gonna try to eat it up"
"You can't break it in here...!"
"... nice. You have to be greedy, you have to be strong."
Mr. Snow, who said so and smiled small, sets up a stick.
"It's not just taking what you're given, it's taking it away that makes sense. At least teach, and then take it away with your eyes and show it."
"Yes!"
"Then now I'm going to change the pattern randomly"
"Wait a minute for that"
Apart from that and this.
It can't be random or anything...?
Instead, how many patterns have you prepared?
"I'm coming."
"Uh, no, that's tight at this stage -"
——— After that, I managed to scratch my feet to eat them up, but by the time I had no skin left, I was bumped.
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"Kung Fu, Tiny, Tanoshi"
"Kite, are you okay?"
As a result, I was as depressed as Reefa in a gym seat in front of a training field wall.
Reefa, who got back on her feet earlier, is offering me water as she rubs my depressing back.
No way, I didn't think I could handle it properly from then on.
There were more than ten attack patterns just counting, but I'm too serious about it.
"Derived from poking, from either poking, from poking, from poking, from poking, from kicking, from kicking, from kicking, from flying, from knee-kicking, from there to three patterns, are you? What is it?"
"Kite, not there. It's two things: clapping and elbowing."
"Thank you, Schiff. Then loop from there first and then ---"
But from Mr. Snow's stick moves, I got a hint.
Schiff and I have learned some patterns of movement, and we'll review them around tonight and keep them alive next.
"Ooh!? I'm listening. This one's going crazy!! Snow, you're doing too much!!"
"A whip of love for juniors"
"At least you weren't half as raw as a whip!? You, be a little less handsome!!"
"It was more worthwhile raising them both than I thought. I was so happy I overdid it. I'm reflecting."
"You don't look like you're reflecting!?"
Mr. Rick angry with Mr. Snow.
Is Sella training this afternoon? I'm not in this place for.
"Mr. Rick, that's okay. 'Cause we wanted it and we asked for it."
"You, that's just gonna light this asshole up. I'm telling you, this guy's not thinking as much as you think."
"Normally rude"
Mr. Snow, who will be openly grumpy.
If Mr. Rick ignores her like that, someone will come to this place where we are.
What came was a glasses woman dressed like a white coat full of wrinkles.
The unmotivated look and the dark-haired woman with a slightly green mesh gave me a disgusting look as soon as she found me.
"Wow, it's you again..."
"Mr. Nito?"
Mr. Nito, the healing wizard in your guild.
I was the one who took care of you when I was training, but why are you here?
"Ooh, isn't that nito? Why are you here?"
"Serra told me to go to the training ground because there was an injured person.... so are you hurt by the kids there?"
"Right. I need you to heal him."
When Mr. Rick says that, Mr. Nito puts his hands on me and Reefa's shoulders and exercises healing magic.
To be surrounded by warm, comfortable magic for more than a dozen seconds.
Her body aches and fatigue were gone when she let go of her shoulders.
"Thank you!"
"Thanks"
"I don't know, you guys are bad"
"... Ah, yes. Excuse me."
"... sorry"
It usually hurts me when people say I'm not good at face to face.
Did you do something this guy hates...?
"Don't worry about it. This guy hates basics."
"I don't hate people. It's just trouble getting involved with people."
"The world hates that."
Nito stares at Rick, further darkening his unmotivated carefree eyes.
Rick, who glanced at him like that, talks to him without a problem.
"Nito, can I ask you a favor?"
"Depends"
"There's a situation and I'm going to see these guys train today, but as you can see, I'm going to do a little reinforcement, so can I ask them to treat me?"
"... I don't like it"
They made me look so disgusted.
When me and Reefa are even more depressed, Mr. Rick, who smiled bitterly, gets his index finger up.
"I'll reward you."
"Okay."
"It's an instant answer. You're a cash healing wizard, dude."
"If I can save my life with gold, I choose that way. You can drink alcohol."
"... why are all the guys around me such losers...? Isn't that crazy?"
Mr. Rick holding his head by accident.
Ignoring him like that, Mr. Nito turns to us.
That look is as annoying as ever.
"So if you get hurt, you can come to the clinic."
"Ah, yes. Okay."
"Well, I've got the requirements, and I'll be back."
That's what I'm saying, Mr. Nito, I'm leaving early.
Dropping off my back like that, I must have had my body healed, but somehow I got dogged and tired.