Black Iron Magician ~ Training Story of the Untalented Disciple ~

The west coast of Tazarnia. It is a battlefield with the Demon King's Army, which has now been eroded by sea water and most of it is to be immersed in water. Although the sea level had not actually risen, its flooding had reached the upper back and hindered the fight. On the contrary, while allies are forced to struggle, Marman and his enemies can literally become water-generated fish. A situation that is not very much, but cannot be broken by current forces. Tazarnian forces are now pressed to make a choice whether to continue fighting or to make a temporary retreat.

"Ha, I don't know what to do..."

The Tazarnian brave man, Adberg, was troubled in a tent filled with himself. How many times have I sat back in a very common seated chair that I can't call crude or luxurious? I guess it's an act of trying to distract him, but they still don't seem to be able to contribute by the time we get his troubles resolved.

Being a nomadic native of Tazarnian territory, he is a veteran cleaner who will be 35 this year. Cleaning for what? Of course, it is a cleaner specializing in monsters. Learning to hunt from a young age and continuing to hone that skill, he has three childhood friends. Since we've been hunting together since we were meant to be, that teamwork has been exquisite in itself and we continue to be best friends together. Adberg and others spent the last two decades fighting to ensure the safety of the nation, or to get massive amounts of food to go over the winter. If you are aware, everyone, including the head of the nation, has been called a protector, and it has become rumored that if you are the Adbergs, there is no prey that you cannot defeat.

Such rumors began to spread from his own people to other peoples and eventually subsided in the ears of the Adventurer Guild, where he was rarely asked to crusade monsters. For them, who were never wealthy, the bounty they could receive by resolving the Alliance's requests was truly huge. Adberg and his family were asked to find time to settle this in order to make their people eat delicious food and live a better life.

Make it the guardian of the nation, the famous cleaner. He also married a childhood tamer who accompanied him for many years a few years ago and was blessed with a baby. Adberg was happy with this life, and proud to be the bearer of his own nation. That's why he kept hunting monsters as his own duties.

"I don't know why you're so brave..."

Nation to guild, guild to country. When the name sold, the flow was natural. In Tazarnia, there is nothing in line for Adberg's party with the extermination of monsters. It was not long after I became so certain that I was certified as a brave man by the great men of the country. Why has that happened? I guess that's what Adberg and the others have done so far. Nomadic and crusading mountains of monsters and missed prey were all equal to nothing, and made all of them food for life. Everyone was happy to be certified as a brave man, and my wife seemed happy, of course. My friends at the party were somewhere proud, and it wasn't enough air to say no.

Just a little bit, I am aware that the direction is changing. What you did for the people was sometime replaced by the country. That would be an honor, and it wouldn't change everyone's pleasure. But this case is clearly beyond Adberg's grasp, unlike the crusade requests he has received so far in the Alliance. I know a lot of adventurers who got asked to stay on track and not fit their length and died. I knew it, and I was trying to discipline myself with it as a precept.

"I was... I missed the time to tell the boulder..."

There is a sense of gradual approaching crisis, like one foot being stuck in the mud at some point. I've crossed blades with my enemy Boss Marman many times over the past few days, all of which are critical battles. If you make one mistake, it's just such an attack that you lose your life. If we're going to show our people around, it'll be tidal time. But the dauntless brave man is not going to forgive me for that.

"I don't know if it's on land... the sea is a good place to go..."

What Adberg's party specializes in is fighting in the form of hunting. Multiple vs. multitude, like this one, if that is also a battle immersed in water, it will change its own accord. Not that you can't swim, but the foundations are too different for monsters and nomads who usually live underwater.

"And I don't know... they're willing to act like idiots too..."

This is not the end of the seed of worry. It was also a problem that the motivation of my companions, who had been with me for so long since King Tazarnia ordered me to worship brave men, had risen to an unusual degree. The monster hunt, which began with anonymity, leads to twitching and fame, and finally to the king's ear. It would be a great honor and a great honor. That's why Adberg's people were up.

"That Merman, don't be a jerk. My wound hurts...!

'But I had a response. We can do this!

'That's right! Whatever you say, we owe it to you to lead us all as brave men!

"'' I'll do it!

- All the time, it's such a tension. Adberg knew this state of affairs at last. It is a bad flow that rarely occurs among adventurers, flowing into the atmosphere and trying to survive only by tension. The companions are drunk by the name of the brave men, and their own lives are being swept away by the desire to please those who lift them. Come on, it's a good time when it's not weird for a dead man to come out in the next fight.

"Renounce your role as a brave man and run away? No, they're not going to ride, they're going to turn the country against their enemies... they're going to annoy everyone, and it's realistic to figure out how to win after all... I mean, Gonzalez, Big and Johnny are good old, so think about how you behave..."

I also say one of the stubborn complaints. Adberg rises from the chair again and repeats the motion of sitting again. Time to go by, when you're approaching. At one time, the distress is unlikely to be resolved.

"Dear Adberg! Master Brave, Master Adberg!

Shh! And squeals in my heart. A Tazarnian soldier stood in front of the tent. Unaccustomed to being called a brave man, Adberg is just so called up. Thank you very much.

(Time for departure? Damn, didn't you think of anything after all... horns on the rabbit, don't die is the top priority. I just need to be firm...)

Adberg puts his head on Gashigashi and expresses his repentance in an understandable way. But the soldiers didn't seem to be the other way around. I'm in such a terrible hurry.

"It's tough! The brave men of our allied Ardelheit have arrived! Reinforcements!"

"... ah?

No one knows if this reinforcement will be auspicious or vicious at the moment.