Black Haired King

"Ha-ha-ha, why are you so fast, that guy!

"Grr!"

A black hairball bursts through my back. [M] I manage to avoid it, but Hairy Ball flies well into the tree, changes direction, and chases me again.

Unaccustomed mountain slopes. Weeds that grow depressed to get in the way. Black hairy balls flying in from time to time. When I say why this is happening, I go back to when you told me about the school a week ago.

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"Then can't the school I want you to teach be all the same as Mr. Mistrea?

When I say that, Mr. Mistrea's eyes get sharp. Mr. Helena also looks at me with a slightly harsh eye. I can't do this without knowing. [M]

Every genre would be what their respective predecessors left behind risking their lives. I think it was created using all of my own. It's nothing more than an insult for me, an amateur who doesn't even know how to write swordsmanship, to say that I want to remember all the genres.

Still......

"I know what you two were kidding about. But one thing is not enough for me to be strong."

I answer that to Mr. Mistrea, who looks at me with a sharp eye.

"Does Redius know how lame it is to say that? It took me 10 years to get everything done, too. Even I was told that I was a genius or something. You think Redius can remember that there for four years?

If you ask me if I can remember, it's hard to say yes. But...

"I will remember with my life at stake. Otherwise, building a country is another dream."

I make Mistrea laugh. [M] Then Mr. Mistrea also gets a slightly troubled, but somewhere happy look.

"Absolutely, you're a troubled apprentice. Okay, I get it. Then I'll knock you in with everything I can teach you. You're ready!

"Yes, thank you!

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And that's when my training started.

"Guuuuuuuuuu!"

I've been brought to this mountain every morning since that day by Mr. Mistrea, and Lopo is chasing me. The reason is, they work out important ankles in doing martial arts first.

It seems that the best fit for this is to run around in the mountains, and Mr. Helenay used to say he was often chased by Lopo.

And this lopo, I first thought the white rabbit was a different color or something, but it seemed like another warcraft.

Asked Mr. Mistrea, the type of lopo seems to be a warcraft called Phantom Rabbit, and he can change his size and shape.

He said he was pretty strong like a Rank B warcraft. If I were you, they'd kill me with a single blow.... now I'm being chased around by a guy like that.

Mr. Mistrea's policy is that if you feel your life is in danger, you will grow up, so you will transform yourself into a lopo and let him come after me.

The lopo nowadays becomes a giant with a appearance of just over two metres, with hair all over him like sharp thorns as a hare, with two up and down from the mouth, a total of four fangs visible.

... there is no more of that adorable lopo figure left. If there is, it's just ringing.

"Grrrr!"

"Damn! Don't hesitate to chase me around because I can recover from potion!

When I looked back screaming like that, there was a lopo there who opened his mouth wide and tried to bite me.

"Whoa!

When I tried to avoid being aggressive, I felt like I was stuck in something and I came on the spot. But good. I would have just been bitten with those sharp fangs if I stayed that way.

Merriment, Merriment, Dawn!

... Something broke, so I looked that way, and the tree fell. Did you bite the tree and break it? And Lopo looked back a little bit, and he found me.

"Gu!"

I jump towards him with a happy chirp. [M] Damn it! If that's what you want, I'll have fun over here!

Then two hours. He was running around the mountains until Mr. Mistrare came to us.

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Basha!

"Whoa! Cold!"

When I fell asleep on the spot because I was too tired to move even after I came home, something cold could be put on my face. When I woke up surprised, the robot that was lying asleep on my body rolled over.

You're so adorable at this time, but you're so scared when you come after me around. Turning around with that in mind.

"Your wife's moving on to her next training."

Mr. Helenay stood with a wooden barrel in his hand. But with my face pointed that way though, like this since that day a week ago.

I know why. Because I said something lame when I remember all the genres. [M] I hear Mr. Helenay will be 12 this year.

He's been interested in swords since he was 4 years old, and he told everyone he licensed the fiery stream last year. It seems it took him 7 years to finally, but he's still pretty quick.

It was supposed to be 10 years early. They can't do it for the rest of their lives if it's long. I guess all three of those genres are angry at me for trying to wear it there for four years. He said the sword wasn't that easy.

"Mr. Helenay."

"... what?

I wanted to say something to Helena like that. But what can I say, Mr. Helena, will you forgive me? No, you can't ask me to forgive you. Then we have to leave a result.

"I will definitely get it. All the schools."

"... Huh! Why don't you just go on your own!

Mr. Helena went home angry with me.... Now this is good. I don't care how much you say in words right now. Then we just have to show it in action.

I took Lopo downstairs with me. [M]