Because Janitor-san Is Not a Hero

"Look at him, then decide."

Apparently, the boy would visit the association around sundown, and the collector didn't even bother to return to the house in this hot weather, and decided to spend some time looking at the materials and painting them in the association's library.

By the way, during the hot hours of the day, Snow and White are also caged in the house, sharing the double shields of the Feilongs with Azlona for a cool nap.

The collector, who came out of the association's library as he stretched, notices an unusually high number of female hunters within the association.

Luckily for me this was forming in the corner of the counter at the cafe, ordering cheap nuts and doing it pompously, looking around.

Equipment and race varied, but the female hunters all wore matching white bracelets.

"… a little more, keep your gaze down"

Livka stabbed the nail in plain personal clothes that seemed to boost her work there.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Are you done with your job?

"Yeah. All we have to do is talk about the leader. Should be here soon..."

"- Hey, this guy."

Immediately after such a voice, the broken feel of the glass echoes when the barrier is destroyed in the back of the possessor's brain.

I could have reacted at all.

It is a knife. A rounded table knife at the end of the meal was breaking down the collector's barrier and piercing the wall behind him.

Destroyed by a table knife was Guardian Star (Zweld) I, a magic fixture of low-level mixing barriers that more than seven star hunters could buy in the association, as a reward for the collector's participation as a suppression of Black Yang at the consolation meeting in Longhua Country.

But even though they were less powerful than the autonomous magic barriers possessed by the collectors, they were not easy to destroy with about a table knife.

"What, a barrier dependent hunter? Is this gonna help?

"Rachel."

When the woman threw a knife at the collector while dining with one chair pinched, Rivka caught a fish and ate it.

The collector turns his gaze from the knife that stabbed him in the back to a woman named Rachel.

She was a woman of race. He knits his habitual hair roughly and wraps it around his head, carrying a bow like a fusion of elements of a wand. The leather armor I wore was also asymmetrical and lightweight from left to right like a bowman, but underneath the armor I wore something like tights that snuggled perfectly against my body, with no exposure.

For a woman of the race, she had a forged body, and it was her right shoulder, which was thicker than her left shoulder, in particular, that caught her eye.

"No matter how much you do, you won't be forgiven."

"Hmm. My hand just slipped a little when I was cutting meat. It's on you."

"- Don't say anything extra. Even though it's a public secret, it's an internal secret."

They were two people to talk to, but with their mouths they were no match for Livka, and Rachel looked away from her gaze like she was obstinate and casually looked at the collector.

Dauntingly, his hand was reaching for the small sword on his lower back.

At some point, I was sitting on my back.

"... what's wrong?

When I followed that gaze to Rakel's appearance and saw the possessor, Livka also lost her word.

There were terrible eyes and unspeakable creeps that didn't even think of people as people.

Rachel punches her tongue.

The eyes of a collector who tries to 'object' his enemies resembled those of a first-degree citizen when he looks down on a second-class citizen, and he suffered from eclampsia.

"... what those eyes are"

- Rachel, it's your fault in the first place.

To Livka's reprimand, Rachel took a seat when he threw the meat he had left in his mouth with a seemingly uninteresting face, and as he remained away, he glanced at the collectors and approached a group of women who were raped and noisy.

I can hear Rachel, but it doesn't matter to the collector.

He unraveled his collision to relieve the collector and threw the nuts into his mouth.

"I take good care of him and he's not a bad person...... a member of the clan recently died at work and he seems a little frustrated"

"There's nothing I don't trust as much as words that I'm not a bad person. What the hell is that?

"... Rachel is a four-star hunter and a squad leader for a certain clan"

Rakel Dayan.

He was quite famous in Lesiharm as the magic archer of the rear guard.

The name of the clan to which it belongs is called "Daughter and Son of Shochaner," and was formed at the dawn of Lesiharm when many of the male players were driven out by soldiers and there were no more hunters. At the time, it was a historic clan that was just a clan of aspiring widows and women by war orphans, but that now also became a clan contending for one or two in Nazarea, the home base, and that goes into the ten fingers even when viewed throughout Lesiharm.

"Oh, you're here."

There was one boy at the end of Livka's gaze.

As soon as he found Livka, the boy rushed over, exchanging one word or two, and looked at the collector and named him.

Shamsid the Tooth Tiger is the son, Farsha.

Rather than a boy, between boy and youth, middle school or so, I could see at a glance the intensity of my mind from my eyesight and language.

Red brown hair, tiger ears, and loosely moving tails. From both ends of the mouth you can see small fangs that make the octagonal teeth a little longer and larger. The body is smaller than the collector about one head, but given its age, it is bigger enough, and its body is supple. He was wearing simple leather armor, a small shield, and a dagger.

"Seven stars, it's Klund"

Livka tried to open her mouth when we had finished introducing ourselves to each other, but Farsha barked first. Livka makes a face that she's gone.

"- Fight."

"- Go home.... no, you're just saying I should go home"

Farsha is surprised by the keeper trying to get home light. There are other hunters around. I no longer expected to avoid challenges from apprenticeships.

Stand up and tell the truly returning collector how Livka panicked as he suppressed Farsha.

"This kid is just a little intuitive, bad boy...... yep, he's definitely an impolite and ill-considered arrogant kid, think about it a little more, just a little more"

It was an honest enough word to be too honest, but that's why I didn't feel like I was lying.

The treasurer looks at Farsha at once.

"Hey, what is it? Well, I couldn't even go to school, and I'm retarded. I don't know how to be polite. But I learned about Iloha, the hunter, from my father, and I can do as much calculations as I can."

He finally has the knowledge to live as a hunter.

"Then do it yourself"

"Gu... it"

His face turned red, his lips bitten, and he leaned down.

"You don't care if I'm strong or weak about the battle. I'll lead the way, and you'll stand alone. And all you have to do is party with your buddies."

If Livka has enough arms to admit it, all she has to do is take the lead as a rule and stand alone. A deal without loss to each other, no. Somewhat the hard work and time of the collectors will be lost, but it is what Elida calls a prior duty and doing.

"Ha."

"- This is my next fight, Farsha."

Girl, no. To the voice of as many girls as Farsha, Farsha pins her ears and tail and turns to momentum.

There was a rackel just tangled up in the zodiac with a dog ear girl sniffing her nose.

"... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, niki"

"You remember that, don't you? He said he'd be a better leader if he won the next fight."

"I know. Come on. Who's gonna lose to you?"

"Oh, but your leader doesn't seem motivated, does he? My master will see you then."

Farsha silent all the time.

Seeing the collector looking at those two like other HRs, Rachel asks the collector, who seems to be the leader of a girl called Niki.

"... you, aren't you going to take the lead?

"What does that have to do with you?

"Do you still have it in your roots? You're a little man."

The collector ignores Rachel and checks with Livka.

"It's like a kind of name loan, right?

Livka nods.

"I can't say very loudly, but I have nothing else to do. You can ask Mr. Klund to confirm his basic powers as a hunter and his knowledge and judgment, and see if Mr. Farsha can do it as a ten-star hunter. Speaking of greed, I'd like you to work out while you lead the way, but it will be difficult in the short term, and you're too different in shape as a hunter in the first place."

"... so you'll see about ten stars of trouble"

"Why don't you take a look?"

And when I said that to Rachel, who was going to pinch his mouth, he looked slightly remorseful.

"... we're only women"

"Then don't say anything. Well, there's nothing I can't teach you about spiritual magic."

"Oh, no, no. If you want Farsha to use spiritual magic, you should throw it in stone. I don't know what you're mistaken about. You think spirits can move in your muscles."

"Uh-huh."

Falsha literally peels her fangs off at Niki's claws.

"Then it's melee combat, but I just swing at my power, and I don't know how to fight the beast race. Oh, snow -"

"- Are you not sure?

Behind the words of the collector, Rachel provoked away.

A man should have blood on his head with this. That way you'll get a leader, and you can be sure of that arm.

But such rachel thoughts eat shoulder blushes.

"- You don't. I've still been a hunter for a little over two years, you can't be so confident. Mostly with an extension of the hunt... oh, if it's poison or something -"

"I can imitate such cowardice."

Farsha yelled, and Rachel looked like she was frightened.

It's more of a recommended act for the prey opponent, but it's never praised for doing it to the person.

But all the means possessed by the treasurer are such.

"I can't beat a woman for not having your help."

Niki and Rachel narrow their eyes to Farsha's words. Blue muscles were starting to stand on Rachel's temples.

"How can a woman stronger than you rot?

Falsha has no sign of reading the air, even if the collectors try to say so.

"Hang on, it's only from afar that you unleash spiritual magic. If the magic runs out, that's it."

Blue muscles clearly appeared on Rachel's temples. Raquel is a magic archer, but he also has a man-faced losing arm in melee combat using arrows.

"Oh-"

"Then can you even say that in front of Elida Bergin?

Said the collector before Rachel's token ran out.

Anyone who is a hunter has heard about Elida's name.

Niki on Farsha and even Rakel looked round at the collector.

"Oh, that one."

"That's a woman, too, right? That's pretty neat, too. By the way, I haven't had a shot at winning. And try to deal with an orpheus, and they'll ash you in an instant as you get closer, okay? His wife can't even handle the staff of Marnova's elves, the female knight of the album, or the big star in Longhua. And then, well, it's more of a female than a woman, but there's one of us who's very violent. By the way, the strongest I know, and I've never won."

Listening to the words of the collector, Rachel asks Livka in a whisper.

"... does he know Mr. Irida? Besides, who else is it about?

I haven't even seen it yet, but Rachel was a fan of Irida. It is the longing of a female hunter.

"Mr. Klund's leader is Mr. Irida. And, Aufia, you know, she's the head lady of the moon goddess' entourage. Besides, an elf in Marnova is probably an outgoing person from the elf forest. (d) It was over a hundred years ago, but elf grabbing has become popular, and the elves out there are said to be quite army. I don't know what else, but the last one is probably about the beast."

"Leader... there's such a thing as a hunting beast beyond Mr. Irida"

"It's strong. I don't know about Mr. Irida, but at least Sophilis, the twelfth squad lady chief of the Moon Goddess, said he couldn't win after doing it a hundred times."

The general entourage is generally not strong, but the chief woman will soon be strong. Most female chiefs have about one star of power.

"... by the way, how does he know all those women?

"... I thought you probably liked quite a few women. I'm a little out of direction with that Mr. Laro, but from what I've heard, I've been observing the Moon Goddess entourages, and I've been sitting in a chair looking at female hunters earlier. Somehow, it feels like women are incorporated into the behavioral pattern itself, so you say the encounter rate is high"

"... are you okay with that"

"If you believe Mr. Sophilis or Mr. Sadie's words, they're basically harmless....... Well it does seem to just look at it and doesn't seem to touch my butt or anything.... It doesn't seem like there's any moderation though. I've seen most female hunters and staff, including you."

"... disgusting. My personality is going to be a pain in the ass, and I can't take Atashi physiologically. Are you..."

"I don't like people I care about either"

"... what do you say"

"- Oh, don't be with these special guys."

Farsha looks at Niki and screams.

"Hey, what the hell?"

The collector sighed.

I can't say I'm a feminist or anything by mistake, but I was angry that they were looking down on what I liked in front of me. Needless to say, what I like is women.

Besides, it's a little dangerous as it is.

"- Then do as you please. I don't have ears to listen to, I don't want to motivate a dying leader."

"Who wants to die?"

"You insult me because I'm a woman, you're alarmed, right? I want to die enough. He just dies where such a guy becomes a hunter. Will a female bandit kill you, or will you sell a fight to a female hunter in return? I'm not gonna help you kill yourself."

The collector stared at Farsha with his seemingly uninteresting eyes.

"That... thing..."

Farsha to silence.

I knew painfully that I still needed a leader in this. If you don't become a hunter, you can't earn a bite to eat.

I discussed it with Livka many times. For one thing, aside from looking for a master or something like that, I first stand alone as a hunter.

I know that.

But as much as that, I wanted to be strong. Immediately.

Ordinary leaders combine masters. For Farsha, his father was it. Stronger than a collector, I succeeded. But he's not here anymore.

I was betting on the slightest possibility that those who would be the leaders would train me, but the possessor is a race, a race-like hunter dominated by spiritual magic. I couldn't expect a melee.

The gaze of the zodiac, Livka, Rakel and Niki was gathered in Farsha.

And -.

"... bad. I withdraw what I just said."

I didn't bow my head, but I admitted it.

Niki looks surprised at this.

"Well, you just have to know."

It is enough to form a party originally. He's not willing to make any more fools out of it.

And Farsha looks at Kuruku and the keeper.

"… I would like to ask for the leader"

And that's what I said.

That's what I was going to say originally. But when I saw her face, which seemed poor and didn't know what she was thinking, she was screaming.

The collector exhales one thing.

"- I'm the same hunter. That's a story to say. Well, it's not going to do much good, but let's take the lead."

Character is the difference, and once the possessor was in the same position.

Elida bought me a leader to get out of the way that no one had a leader and I couldn't officially be a hunter like this.

Even though there's not much I can do to make him Farsha as a leader, I can't do anything about it. Neither doctrine nor thought had anything to do with all this.

When he heard the Zao Man's words, Farsha raised his face all the time and stared seriously at the Zao Man, then turned around and barked at Niki.

"- I can't lose. There's no master, so who loses to a dick like you?"

There was no nuance in the woman's ass.

"Hey, what the hell, dude, this thoughtless ahoy"

"Oh, Ahoy, Tori, Bar Cover Ca"

"Who's an idiot, you cat?"

"It's not a cat, it's a tiger. How dare you, you dog?"

"It's not a dog, wolf."

Whatever they said to each other, it just seemed like there was a dog and a cat twisted.

"Well, that's why. Don't expect too much."

"Thank you"

When the collector said so, Livka smiled and thanked him, but Rachel broke in there.

Sissy, don't come any closer.

"Rachel."

Livka scolds him immediately.

The treasurer turned a grim eye. For the collector, he was still an unafraid opponent.

"... but that was a lot of bad stuff earlier"

Rachel said so in small measure.

I'm not willing to drag you with a collector if you honestly apologize.

"Ahh."

"- But you can't. Absolutely not."

Before the collector's reply, Rachel said so and dragged Livka away.

I don't know what you're talking about. No, I can somehow imagine, but it just seemed like elementary school. No, no shit, because it's not even that kind of relationship in the first place.

"... is it similar to the Farshas"

"Don't be with the kids"

Raquel, who was about to leave, purposefully looked back and yelled back at the collector's sentiments.

It's the same thing, the words came out to my throat, but I managed to catch them.

"No, where do you live now?

I was wondering if I should keep it face-to-face with Snow White first, and the Zao was walking the night lane with Farsha.

Daytime snow and white are grumpy in the heat of the day, so it would be better at night for Farsha as well.

It's an orphanage.

"Curfew or something, okay?

"If it's true, I'm not old enough to put you in an orphanage, and you're a hunter, even though you're an apprentice. There's no curfew."

Talking about that, I arrived at home.

I went inside and invited Farsha in, but that leg stopped perfectly.

"Ko, ko, ko..."

Cold sweat flowed through my spine. sloppy.

Farsha could somehow unconsciously try to pinch her tail into her crotch, but her tiger ears were pungent.

Huge snow leopard superior to a large tiger.

That's what I was waiting for in the front of the door and looking to Farsha.

It is snow white. I didn't tell Farsha that it was faster to show him than to talk.

"That's Snow White, and... oh, the mutant species of the Green Hyena Flying Dragon (Bernera Wiven) that's stuck on its tail behind it is Azlona"

I've been briefed by the collector. Note that Farsha can't move. I was completely confused by the underlying fear and something intensely attracted to me.

The Teeth Tiger Clan. Classified as the Sword Tiger Beast Race, they are no stranger to believing in the Paternal Divine Spirit called Ankwar, a god in which dead ancestors are assembled and formed in a being passed down to their original ancestors, just like the Mill of the Cat Beast Race who was in Ankwar. In fact, Farsha's distant ancestors believed.

But Farsha was formerly an Asham, and now a spiritual. I mean, I'm the only one who believes in God. Only God should have been the one who remembers the underlying fears and unconditional intimacy felt from the bottom of his heart.

Even so, Farsha had now felt it from the snow white, and faith and instinct had caused at least one another.

Until Farsha settles down, the collector decides to sit in a chair and wait.

Snow White stares at us.

I want to go outside. I don't care during a hot day like this, but I want to go outside at night. But I couldn't have gone outside without the collectors.

I waited near the entrance, and it actually looked like I was staring at Farsha, and Snow White just glanced at Giroli and Farsha, staring at the collector who was beside him just saying that the rest didn't matter.

"Well, just give me a minute. This guy's called Farsha, but he's actually a leader."

The collector began his explanation at once.

After a while, Farsha finally moves out.

"Oh, old man, come on, come on, this guy, what the fuck?"

Farsha is calling the collector an old man. He admitted it as a leader, but he doesn't even respect it because he's not a master.

We settled into a relationship where we just fulfill our obligations to each other, pulling out the part called the master from the leader, and the collector doesn't care about that either. I don't even want to be seen young, and at my age, I won't have to be in the old man's range soon on Thirty Road.

"So it's a hunting beast"

"There's no such thing as a hunting beast that can twist a servant into one. I'd rather be convinced if they told me my old man was in service."

"... you can't help it because you're here. Yeah, I think we should change our attitude a little bit, huh?

"Hang on? That's polite by now. What... Yikes..."

Farsha's words become butt blushing.

The cause was the sharp rush of snow and white that seemed grumpy every time I heard Farsha's words.

"Well, for today, it's face-to-face. See you tomorrow."

"Oh.... where's the old man going?

"If I put Snow White out for a walk, I'll go to sleep"

"... right"

The next morning.

After picking up the snow whites, the collectors who joined Farsha at the association headed to the reception with Livka in anticipation of when people were becoming sparse.

"... soba"

Farsha's request to receive with confidence was lightly rejected by Livka, and Farsha shrugged and murmurmured when she saw Farsha's request to crusade the grass ball (travoc) subspecies, red grass ball (afshra), which the collector had chosen.

Red grass balls are the kind of opponents the beast race hunts in play at an early age.

"Yes, this would be fine"

Farsha sees Livka as surprised.

You should also know your strength and that you have hunted red grass balls with your father.

"The request as much as just now is a party recommendation, albeit ten stars. You're a solo hunter now, so you can't allow it. Basically, you know the leaders don't get their hands on it, right?

Farsha is still an apprentice. Livka had the authority to refuse.

"I can do as much as a horned rat crusade."

The official name is Desert Horn Mouse (Sahakal), a hateful one who ravages the fields.

"This is not the autonomous community you were in. Encourage me with my intention to start over from scratch"

Livka without a nibble.

Farsha stares at the treasurer behind him.

Basically, the leader doesn't speak out, but he does correct requests that don't fit his height. I could also allow the request that Farsha tried to take, but a collector who admits he doesn't know common sense basically won't go against Livka on these occasions.

"If you do it in the tunnel, you'll be right off the lead."

It was the best word, but Farsha looked uncomfortable and silenced.

"- Whoa, you're Crand. Just in time."

Laro showed up at the reception next door.

"Long time no see."

It has been since that swallow.

"Actually, I have a good story to tell. A certain transport escort, would you like to take it with me? They have bandits, but the reward for the request is good, and they have money for every bandit they defeat. If you crush the bandit's grounds, you can split them up with escorts."

Farsha's eyes glowed as she listened to the story beside her.

I may gain experience. Besides, you could get spills. You can carry your baggage. My father is dead, and although he's in an orphanage, his shoulders are narrow. I needed money.

- I'm in the lead.

"It doesn't matter. With that hunting beast, you don't have to worry about that, do you?

"... I don't take escort requests."

"Oh, then that's a shame. I thought it would be a lot easier with your hunting beast."

Flow hunters have a focus on each one. Lalo took it that way that he would not receive a request to escort him.

"Shh... invite me again"

Don't apologize cheaply. It is a teaching from Sadie.

Laro flickered his hands and left the association.

"... why don't you take it?"

"As I said to Laro,

"Ha, there's plenty of room. Come on. There's such a hunting beast. You must be living a good life."

"Well, you don't just have trouble eating. What, are you in trouble for money? You can do all your favors for yourself, okay?

"How do you eat with red grass balls?"

Farsha screams.

Looking at Livka as the collector confirmed, Livka explained.

"Red stones that can be taken from red grass balls are treated as fertilizer, but four seeks for twenty-five intact ones, one bread. No, is it about half?"

"No. Was it like that even in Salehad? Well, you're in an orphanage, aren't you?

"So if it's true, I'm not old enough to get in."

It seems that he is at last narrow shoulders.

"But you're not getting kicked out, are you? Are you being abused too?

"... they haven't done that"

"Then bear with me. And you should do it in the tunnel and be completely independent, giving back or whatever. Sweet to that, if the environment will allow it. If you can choose a request that suits your power and you don't take it seriously in a hurry, it won't take that long. Livka admits to that arm."

……

"If it's about a meal, I'll make you eat it. Well, it's a warcraft meat in that area, self-sufficient."

The collector who manages to get the request, he recalls.

It was an old lesson to luxury a glass of booze when starting the lead, and the collector was also swallowed a glass of liquor that was resistant to Irida.

"... is alcohol not good for children"

"I'm not a kid."

"No, it's a child. I won't deny alcohol, but it's too early for you. It's a bad habit.... you know hunters are inexperienced but they're a long time old."

"Irida swallowed me"

"I see. The giant species is obsessed with old habits."

"Oh, well, I'll be there"

"Welcome aboard"

Let me do my old habits too. Ignoring Farsha, who was screaming all the time, the collector rose up.

About that night.

The treasurer was in the wilderness with Snow White and Azrona, and Farsha.

Red grass jade.

The grass balls of the Mid Continent were demonic grasses that rolled through the earth and tangled grass and shrubs, but the red grass balls bite the creatures with only a little noise. Even so, what eats well is about a small demonic worm, and the ecology is little different from grass balls.

If you approach something, it bites reflexively, so if you put it on with a tree branch or something, you can capture it immediately, and all you have to do is scrape the surface with a dagger and take out the red stone inside.

Sometimes it's hard to see at night, but that's all that's hard. Because of the snow and white, no other warcraft will ever strike.

It was Farsha who had all those bites before work, but now even though he said bump, when he caught the red grass balls, he was cleaving and taking out the red stones. But...

"Well, it's nice to be strong after all this time."

They don't have something fundamentally called empathy. Even though I know what it means to do it in the tunnel, I'm really in a hurry.

"Hmm? Well, sometimes you ambush me for half a day, a day, or ten days waiting for prey"

"Liar, old man wouldn't have to do that"

Farsha pointed to Snow White, who was tailing Azrona's martial arts training near the collectors.

"Certainly not much, but you've been caged in a hole for about three hundred and sixty days in total in Snow Mountain to continue practicing your spiritual magic, right?

"You know the extravagant moral training of a crazy race who can afford such a life, this one has to be strong while nourishing his own mouth"

I did have little trouble eating it. But when the food was gone, he would have died if he had no power to take his prey. It was never an easy road.

But it is impossible to compare, and the collector can only imagine the twist.

"So, what do we do?"

"Let me be alone."

"You can't do that yet. Livka tells me you're not gonna be able to judge properly. Maybe if I forgive you, Livka won't."

"Then fight me."

Why then do the collectors get sick of it.

"So it's faster for you to develop your judgment properly. Fighting me won't solve anything."

"- I know that. But I still don't know if he's strong or weak. I don't like standing under his wind."

Beast race emphasizes individual power. Follow him if you show strength. That trend is quite calming if you are an adult, but the child still had a strong instinct part.

"So, boom."

Snow White's tail blocked the collector's mouth.

Turning his gaze, he had an extremely grumpy snowy face.

Snow White was frustrated. But I don't want to be rude about anything.

It's simply a matter of power, and I don't like unknown lads.

If we live as men, we should abide by the rules of men, and if we live as beasts, we should abide by the rules of beasts.

Either Farsha was blind.

At least the keeper is stronger than Farsha. And I'm naturally stronger than a collector. Why is this guy such a big attitude when it is.

I was unnecessarily angry at Farsha's behavior with similar signs just to know the honesty and health of a girl named Mill in Anquar.

"What the hell, to the hunting beast again -"

Girari and Snow White's eyes shot through Farsha, who stuck his breath.

Snow White turns to his face. It means follow me.

Farsha shrunk herself and followed the instructions of Snow White's tail as if the root were a kitten grabbed by a parent cat.

"- So, what are you gonna make me do?

When the collector asks Snow White in the spacious wilderness, he points to Farsha with his tail.

"... fight,"

He wants to say that Farsha grew because the collectors didn't hold on.

"Just what I want"

Farsha jumps away all the time, letting her body strengthen as she pulls out her dagger.

"... well, I can't help it"

I've become a leader, so maybe I should tell you more or less.

"Is that all the weapons you got?

"... this is enough for the poor race. Old man, why don't you pull that hammer out? Is that shield a decoration?"

"Well, try and you'll see"

"You fool!"

For the young Farsha, there is a faint aversion to the Mid-Continentals who took Caigbird.

Yet it was not funny that the race of bodies that seemed poor in Lesiharm and nearby rented land had a big face.

Farsha rushes all at once.

But when I took a step forward, I turned backwards.

The sand balls of the great fist unleashed by Shijin magic struck his forehead.

"... Pee, hee."

The damage is not significant. Farsha jumps up in momentum and spits out the sand in his mouth and now moves to the zigzag and tries to mess up the keeper.

But the moment I took about two steps to the side, once again, I would have been struck in the foot by a sandball that I was aiming for. In addition, sand balls strike all over your body.

"Damn."

Reflectively avoiding them but not everything.

No matter how close Farsha tried to get, he couldn't even force himself on the collector.

The collector carried out simultaneous exercises without even forming a ball wall, firing twenty sand balls at a time, and continued to fire it further in series.

"... well, like this"

Falsha falls after receiving many sets of twenty sand balls, without even being able to change them at the end.

"Not yet."

"You've been dead more than ten times, haven't you?

Falsha growls in repentance, blocked by the words of the collector.

If sandballs are more kill-capable spiritual magic, it is exactly what the collector says.

But Farsha rises. Breathe on your shoulders, but your struggle hasn't diminished.

"If you're close, you can't lose."

"Melee... I can't help it."

Spiritual magic can also help, but the Pokémon, who only polished the swing of power and one-hit special, could not help with melee fights. I observe that Farsha's melee is quite something, so I can't get out of hand.

"Let it soak."

Snow snorted as the collector looked at Snow White with the barking Farsha beside him.

"... well, I can't help it. Don't die, okay?

The collector shifts the double shield of the flying dragon on both shoulders and grabs its grip.

"No spiritual magic."

Farsha jumping in.

The collector tries to take the quick dagger that is rolled out with his shield, while judging Farsha, who moves like a cat.

Just to say for sure, proximity technology is expensive. If the technology is the only thing in the current situation, it may be better than the collector.

But not at a rate that can't be handled by a snow white that far surpasses a one-star hunter and a collector with combat surveys and reflex nerves nourished by fighting all year round.

"Damn, damn, damn, why not"

The way to avoid it stinks like an amateur, but my body is full of beasts. The shield you have is depressing too.

"Haaaaaa!

Farsha raised fortified magic to its maximum without thinking about it later. The longer I used it, the worse the recoil (muscle pain) became, but I intended to stop it in a short time.

Farsha's speed suddenly increased.

Suddenly, the collector loses sight of Farsha.

If you noticed, there was a dagger cut right next to you.

A keeper to avoid at your place.

"Shit."

Disappear again.They 're jumping into the blind spot at high speed.

And again, sideways.

Now while taking it firmly, the collector twitched around the body of the counter.

A possessor who lays down his weapon, looking at the fluttering Farsha.

"Just kidding, negative -"

It was Farsha trying to jump up and go further, but at that moment he was trampled by snow and white.

Farsha's head was contained by snow and white.

"Damn, you're cowardly."

"Well, it's over."

I can still move.

As the collector approached Farsha silently, he regained one crack of his shield and struck its flat surface on the earth.

"Ha, I can't believe it..."

There were a number of holes in the earth, like after the pile had been stabbed, that the treasurer hit, who could still see while being trampled by snow and white.

"With a special shield. When you approach inadvertently, there's a hole in your body."

"Damn, I'm counting on the power of the weapon."

Next to Farsha's face, still barking, the fist of the collector pierced him as if he had dropped a chunk of iron.

Decide the earth, it is buried. It was "A Strike of All Might". If you take such a blow, you'll be plump in the face. Whether it hit or not, I didn't like the fact that it wasn't just magic or weapons hunters.

"If you still can't admit to losing this, I'm quitting the lead. I don't really like people judging by their strength."

The collector turned a cold eye to Farsha as he bled pounding out of the gap in the giant gloves.

The collector doesn't know how to handle children. Formerly a clerk, but not as young as Farsha, the other guy is a high school student, with some discernment.

I didn't even like kids, I didn't think I'd raise them somehow, etc.

As a matter of fact, the reality of this world and the consciousness of its depositors are slightly off. Strong men widen. That is reality. It was something I would do extra if I were a beast race, all the more so if I were a child.

I could tell the inexperienced Farsha that even veterans like Rachel could not see the power of a collector, and that I could not be convinced from the bottom of my heart. I want strength, but even more so.

Snow White also figured that out, which is why he fought Falsha with the Founder.

Because when a child licks you, you can't control the herd. Snow White knew it instinctively.

"... guzzle"

Farsha weeps and slaps her fist into the wilderness. Over and over again.

That's what Snow White made me stand on my tail.

"... what the hell"

I thought you'd comfort me, bring the dagger I let go to Farsha, and now Snow White confronts me.

"Hey, no, that's right"

- Grrr.

Shut up, kid. But roar as I say, and gently flap Farsha's face with his tail.

Really weak. Only a degree of power in a child's flat hand.

Snow White continued it once, twice, and three times.

With each cheek stretched, Farsha realized it was a provocation, and raised blood on her head.

"Crazy, you hairy bastard"

Farsha is attacked by a grudge.

But in an instant, he rose high into the night sky.

It was a blow.

When Snow White can take Farsha, whose consciousness has swept away, he wraps his tail around Azlona, who was looking pompous.

- Gi, gi, gi.

I am missed.

Instinctively, experientially, Azrona felt that way, seeking salvation from the collector, but the collector merely dropped him off.

"Well, the more so."

- Ugh.

Snow White roared only one and disappeared on a wilderness night.

A slight mourning of Azlona, let it ring.

Coming morning.

As the treasurer waited for the snow and white in front of the gate, he was soaked with snow and snow stained at dawn at the end of the wilderness, and there were appearances of Farsha and Azrona walking all over the earth and dust.

And then you notice the collector,

"... your old man had a tough time too. Hey, Azlona."

- Gyu...

They moistened the same way, and friendship sprouted between them.

Then suddenly, Falsha falls.

I realize the collector tries to take charge of Farsha for him.

There was some satisfying grin on his face that left him sleeping young.

- I'm coming, too.

One day, which lasted a few days or so, Farsha finally got permission to apply and told the collector who was about to take Sadie to the autonomous community.

"You can't do this."

No, sir.

But naturally, it was just rejected by the collector and Livka.