Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

It was a moment of change in the color of a person's eyes.

The treasurer was put through the back, and after wearing all the rings that sealed each of the major spirits behind him, he was told to shed his magic.

As a result of the magic shed by the collectors as they were told, the eyes of the Hunter Association officials changed from those of the unsportsmanlike newcomers brought in by the captain of the 'White Spear' to those of the fallen newcomers.

Officials briefly explained to the collector badly, not hiding the mixed feelings of insult and pity.

The Zodiac had the most affinity for the Spirit of Darkness.

Then ice, then in turn, followed by soil, water, wind, thunder, across the fire, the light was the least compatible. The darkness is blurry and affinity is high, and the light is blurry and seems to be the worst compatible.

Affinity is less involved in general life. Currently the collectors also handled fire and light without any problems.

When it comes to what the problem is, then, affinity is important in certain industries that utilize spirits, such as blacksmiths and shipping, fire extinguishing, agriculture, civil engineering and soldiers. Forging can handle stronger firepower with fire, and shipping can safer and faster navigation with wind or water. In the extinguishing of the fire, water was followed by fire, agriculture by soil or water, in the civil engineering by soil, and in the soldier by highly destructive fire, thunder, and light.

So how about a hunter?

At first glance 'Darkness' seems secretly outstanding and good, but no one goes out of their way to hunt on the night when its power is most exerted. Hunting at night is advantageous for warcraft and monsters (monsters) who do not bitter the darkness, simply because they are dangerous.

In the meantime, none of them had the ability to attack.

'Ice' has few spirits themselves in a snowless land. Good for preserving prey, etc., but then it is not a hunter, but a hauler (porter) often employed by hunters and seekers.

Officials who naturally knew about it were visibly insulting the collectors.

But when it comes to collectors, I think only to the extent that I'm lucky to know my aptitude.

It is only difficult to go first class in a hunter, only to say that the affinity of spiritual magic is not for the hunter. Even though the scope is narrow in modern Japan, it is not the first thing to clearly see my fitness. Even more so if I were young, I even thought it was a shame that I could clearly see that from such an early stage.

Maybe I just don't know myself, and I wondered if we all knew our suitability in modern Japan, and it was dented that way.

"The giant species isn't more affinity for spiritual magic either. There's autonomous magic, life magic, weapon handling. Don't worry about it."

Officials laugh bitterly at the windy Maxime that they don't care about aptitude.

Sure, the spiritual magic affinity of the giant species is narrow, but on top of having a tough flesh, there's no way to compare it because we specialize in the exercise of life essence magic.

"Mr. Maxime, I'd like to talk to you for a moment."

Maxeem entertains an official who has caught a bitter laugh.

"Oops. Cland can wait and see in the requisition, too. Well, I guess this is the only time it's been salted."

So I took him with the staff and walked into the back room.

Requests were put up for vermin control, pest control, catching warcraft, collecting special medicinal herbs and escorting mountain ranges surveys. The requisition was affixed to the bulletin board directly next to the reception counter.

Most of the requests affixed had no due date, and some had a request start date of six months ago. You call this kind of request 'salted'. The collector was convinced by himself.

"I thought Sama, the captain of" White Spear, "would have brought me some brilliance, but it was a total hassle."

"Cook, even Porter did it."

"You've come to be a hunter, a porter or something. You're already done with your life."

Bald muscles Dharma and two chimps went provocatively from behind the treasurer.

The collector leaves the bulletin board without answering.

The muscle Dharma grabs the shoulder.

"Come on, hunter, but don't be polite."

"Hey, what the hell is this trisword antler (Aromeli) horn?"

"It's a hunter of my time. It's better to sell it."

"You're not a hunter yet. Then we don't even have permission to possess the weapon. We'll keep it."

Chimps trying to take away the three horns I gave to the collector's hips.

Naturally, the collector doesn't allow that, but he turns himself in reflexively. The chimps didn't seem to move so fast.

But faint, but the foot of the collector stepped on the toe of the bald muscle Dharma.

"Teresa."

It's about the moment.

Bald muscles Dharma's fists approached the belly of the treasurer. I felt like I was seeing it myself, but the collector got it defenseless.

I can tap it against a stone wall.

The collector didn't move like his muscles had contracted. Then there was blood on my head.

"Yeah, you're really a hassle."

The chimp who was lying down bent over to take the horn away from the grumbling collector.

From above, a dog tag with thin chains fell over the potato keeper.

"Now you don't have a problem. If you still want to take it, you're in charge."

The three of them tongued each of them when they noticed Maxime emerged from behind them and left.

"... stand up. It doesn't work."

The collector stands up with a sleigh as he takes up the dog tag.

"You don't move more than I thought."

"Ahem? What are you talking about? You're magical enough to strengthen it."

"I've never fought anyone before."

Maxeem pokanned for a moment or something, but he immediately understands.

"Well, you've been in the mountains so far. Well, I'm used to fighting."

"You seem good at it."

"It's no exaggeration to say this man is half the hunter's fight in the kingdom."

Officials who registered as collectors went from behind Maxime.

"Whatever, private fights between hunters are strictly forbidden. Please be aware that sword extraction and magic exercises within the branch are also prohibited."

"... I'm the victim."

Officials don't change their cold faces.

"It is forbidden to exercise magic without permission for whatever reason."

"Is it good to get tangled up in people?

'Cause you looked like you were in possession of a weapon without permission.'

"Can I hit you?

Because you resisted.

"I got beat up."

"Magic, deal with it in ways other than weapons. I'm a hunter."

It is this that there is no such thing as nibble.

"I'll pray you hit me first when a firebomb pops in through the door."

"Branch members are authorized to exercise magic."

Truly, it is not a matter of oblivion.

The collector looked at Japan and the world the same.

"Well, this is the first time I've missed it, but there's no next time. That tag is a hunter's card, albeit a tentative ten star (Luthera). Carry your ID card, weapons possession permit, and third degree magic exercise permit with you as you can prove it in one piece. Please note that if you lose, you will be penalized."

That said, the staff went back to the reception counter.

"Well, relax. Because of the clams, there are some parts of me that have a crush on you. Not every branch is like this. Well, there's no rule here."

The collector is sniffing, but he seemed in a bad mood somewhere.

A face that doesn't know what you're thinking, he is.

"In the meantime, do you want to take it even at the request of constant extermination? I have to be in the village tomorrow."

"You're in a lot of a hurry."

"On the call from above."

Heading to the reception that way, the example staff has turned a disgusting face.

"Still got something?

"Chicken. Request the extermination of the travoc."

"Oh, is that it? I'll write your autograph here and here."

"Is that just your name?

"Yes."

"Show me your application just now... I see, is this what I'm supposed to write about as a keeper"

That's right. A collector who writes while looking at his name on the application.

"Maxim, is this a good fit?

"Mm, oh, I can read"

"... give me a hunter's card"

When the collector gave him the hunter's card, the official received it and seemed to have worked across the counter.

"Now you have completed your order for the extermination of Travoc. Please note that Travoc's crusade proof site is undamaged green stone."

Maxime tries to walk away, but the collector doesn't move.

"- Do you have a copy of the order?

"Cook, cook, and you used to make copies. If it wasn't a big city, no one would know."

"Normally, it's obvious, isn't it?

"I'm not thinking about hunters like that."

Arriving at Maxime's sleepover inn, the two of them took away Akali's room and instead took the safekeeper's room. For the time being, I had Maxime for three nights.

Acari's baggage had already been held up by the official constitution of the Dorgan, and there was nothing we could do about it, and it was still inevitable that the goldsmith of the collector would make money.

"Well, if you think about it, Maxime can pay for it."

"... what if I can't come back"

Maxime says in the face.

"Oh well"

The collector looks around at the hunter's card he gets.

"Speaking of which, you only have one, mine is"

"Yeah, 'cause the only thing you got is a hunter's association."

"Other than that, is that you?

"Oh, I was in the mercenary brokerage union and the Explorer's Guild. Well, now that you're hired by the state, the mercenaries are almost out of order, aren't they? Next, I'll explain the hunter."

Maxeem then explained to the collector, although it was rather sloppy.

Around here is the mame, that's the hunter of the country.