Blunt Type Ogre Girl’s Way to Live Streaming

After the three of us had breakfast, we went to the congregation to wholesale mountain vegetables and do salary scales.

Log out at lunch, have dinner with Lynn, and put Lynn to sleep tight, who is hungry and utters.

After logging in again this afternoon, we decided to head out to Obsidian at Ah-chan's suggestion.

By the way, Mr. Slew has plans for the afternoon or something, and the Ments are just Ar and me and Mr. Himiko.

The training ground in the ghost man was much firmer than I imagined, and some were like ground outdoors with two sprawling dojos.

The dojo seems to be divided between those who use weapons and those who fight with their bare hands, and the equipment they have is different.

Is there about thirty people training right now? Except for a few who are eager to punch in and audition, they run the ground outside.

Obsidian watched over such godchildren without giving any particular instructions.

You noticed signs of us approaching, Obsidian walked over here with a broken expression.

"Oh... good to see you, Mr. Skna, Mr. Arthur"

"Is that it, Lord Obsidian?

"Himiko would be welcome to attend the training as well..."

"Pi, pi, pi, pi"

"Sister..."

The three of us laugh bitterly at Himiko, who deludes herself with a lousy whistle.

Does this guy really mean he won't live up to expectations anymore, on the contrary?

"By the way, why are we being run? There's also more SP where I ran."

Curiously Ar asked, the obsidian nodded that it was so and explained why.

"I haven't gotten my status up where I trained, but I can make you remember how to manage your SP consumption. That's only a warm-up though, so I think it's time to end it."

"Hmm, is that what you think?"

"Managing SP is a hassle."

Since SP consumption always occurs in the WLO at stages beyond some kinematic intensity, it cannot continue to attack prolonged during battle.

Sometimes in a long battle, it's important to stand around and defend when attacking.

Out of SP and out of MP is pretty tough, and according to stories I've heard recently, the higher the maximum, the worse the disgust you feel when you cut it.

I have a low MP, so it won't be a big deal if I run out of MP, but when it comes to running out of SP, it won't be stylish enough.

"Well...... this training ground mainly performs arts training and game format auditions. Do you two have any hopes?

"I wonder if I'm in particular"

"I wish I could fight Lord Obsidian."

"I thought I'd take a tour over there for a bit."

I just got invited to Obsidian with Ar, so I don't have anything I want to do in particular.

Conversely, Ah-chan originally came here to fight Obsidian, so I guess he just said if we could just fulfill that.

Mr. Himiko escaped to the shade of the tree at the edge of the ground, either because he felt signs of battle.

"I understand. Then Mr. Arthur will wait a moment. And Mr. Skna has a favor to ask."

"Hmm?"

"Can you play a game with my godchildren?

"Nothing good... am I okay?

"Yes, I told him that I was an amber disciple, but everyone got intrigued. Amber is an admirer for the young people in here."

"Hmm? Well, if it's Amber's position, is it natural?

Ghosts are a race that values strength and merit above all else.

Amber, undoubtedly the most powerful warrior of all races, must be the object of envy from all ghosts.

"Then I will gather my godchildren, so please keep Mr. Skna dressed for this piece of gear"

"What's this?

"It's a training road trip. I have a weapon for training if you need one, so take it out of the item box over there."

That's what Obsidian said, and he went to get the students who keep running.

Upon checking the road clothes transferred from Obsidian in the inventory, they had the same performance as beginner gear.

I guess it feels like a different looking novice gear.

I changed my gear for now and it was a pretty easy moving black road outfit. Is it close to wearing karate as a thing?

Dressed on the road, I head to the item box where I was instructed by Obsidian to confirm my weapon.

Looks like a simple wooden box. But I have nowhere to open my mouth, and I have no idea how to take out my weapon.

"How do you use an item box?"

"You know, stick your hands in it."

"Is it different from the inventory?

"Don't open it by force"

"If you're a ghost, it seems possible."

I heard couscous laughing from behind as I clung to an item box that wouldn't open with my listener.

"Put a menu card in front of the item box."

"Hmm, a menu card..."

The moment I followed the instructions I heard from behind to retrieve the menu card and try to knock it off, I kind of look back at my voice now feeling like a somewhat familiar voice.

Glossy gray hair, red eyes. Dressed in black kimonos, the ghost tribe of the Ethereal Horn.

You can't even look at it wrong. Because I just crossed my fists with her a few days ago.

"Amber!"

"Long time no see. I think I'm feeling better."

"Wapu."

Happy to be reunited, he was cuddled up as if by accident.

Tightening isn't as strong as dying, but you can say that if you get held up with amber muscle strength, you can't get out anymore.

She gave up on me because it was warm and I felt good, but when I was left, I was released in about ten seconds.

"Why is Amber here?

No, it's not normal for Amber to come back into this place, which is his home town.

I was a little concerned because he seemed to rarely return as far as obsidian and others were concerned.

"Snowflake contacted me. Skna, you'll be challenging the Moon Wolf the next full moon, won't you? Well, suppose there's something I can do to help you as a master."

"From the snowflakes..."

"Besides, I have some business to attend to. I'm going to stay inside for a while."

"Yes, it was."

I knew that Snowflake and Amber must know each other, but we were in contact.

"Yeah, but it's good to see you. Thank you for killing me then."

"Ha ha, I've never been told such a dialogue. I'm sorry I couldn't notice the darkness in your arms."

Because of the height difference, I can stroke my head in natural motion.

"Yeah, it's something I forgot myself. And if Amber hadn't stopped us, I wouldn't have been able to go back."

"Still, Melty noticed.... Totally, how far did she look?"

Amber with his sentiments in his eyes, but he shook his head gently and went back to how he was.

Speaking of which, during that battle, Melty and Amber worked together, naturally.

I think Amber, who talks about Melty the first time we met, seemed like he wasn't that close, but was he actually close?

"Master Amber!

The obsidian who went to call the godchildren also noticed the presence of amber, he rushes over here calling Amber out loud.

Behind you comes Zorozolo and his godchildren, and they also seem to realize the presence of Amber pointing to Amber or covering their mouths with their hands.

"Hey, Obsidian. I'm home."

"Welcome back. I would have picked you up if you'd let me know."

"I don't like that kind of reclining, you know Obsidian well, right?

After obsidian words, Amber said so and smiled bitterly.

Obsidian, who behaves like a minister who honors the Lord, has become a tremendous summa.

Obsidian is an amber master, while at the same time serving Amber, the princess of the ghost tribe. Sounds like a complicated relationship, but I guess Obsidian's basic stance means standing as a squire.

"Heh heh, it looks like you haven't changed. Most importantly. … So, what is your emergency requirement?

"No, I'm just finishing up my sole. I was free for a while, so I thought there was something I could do for my apprentice. I'm going to stay a few days this time."

"Really...... then I'll tell everyone inside you to come home too. I won't let you push me, so I think we'll all be happy to see your face."

"Oh, I will."

They are not too close or too far apart and converse with each other at the right distance. Amber understood his position, and Obsidian respected it again.

Amber, whom I know, is a sister who admires alcohol consumption, but her standing behavior as a ghost princess is also something that has stained herself, I guess, for Amber.

"By the way, what were you trying to do?

"My godchildren say they want to fight Mr. Skna, so this is the time, so I thought I'd have them fight everyone."

"What, all of them!?

I accidentally shouted out loud at the bomb statement that was dropped all the time.

That's not what I heard!

"Oh, didn't I tell you?

"Don't listen to me."

"Nothing. Yeah. Let's get everyone to fight the Obsidian."

"That's what I say because I think it's other HR."

I point my lips at Ar, who smiles like a tease.

In the meantime, Amber glanced at Ar and frowned.

"Oh, are you... were you definitely the Kensei girl?

"Nu...... I know more. Isn't that supposed to be the first time we've met?

"As rare as Kensei is, S (...) Ki (...) Le (...) has expressed it, and it's also a topic of discussion. Just like Skna crusaded the Red Wolf."

"I see, that doesn't make sense. The eagle says Arthur. Greetings, Lord Amber."

"Oh, nice to meet you"

"Kensei"...... what, skills? It sounds more like they're gonna stick together when they say it's a profession...?

"Ahhh!

As I was raising a question mark on a little mystery, Mr. Himiko, who noticed Amber's presence, rushed over with a bummer as he raised his odd voice.

"Here, Master Amber. Bye! Monophone amber!

Mr. Himiko is acting like a nerd who's excited to meet his reckoned idol.

Maybe it's me. Toka said it before, Master Amber Fan Club. Mr. Himiko must be a member of that.

Amber responds gently to Himiko, even as he looks a little surprised at Himiko for such behavioral suspicion.

"Wow, you're a healthy kid. Relax. Name your name, will you?

"And at the top, Himiko! Say hello!

"Top Himiko... well, you're the Quartz's. Can I call you Himiko?

"Why, I'd love to!

Mr. Himiko sticks up both hands of joy, ho ho ho ho! And I was happy. It would also be a good place for Himiko to express her joy straight up that far.

Amber, who shifted her gaze from Mr. Joy Shaggu Himiko to the Obsidian godchildren, had turned to them with a gracious look like a mother who sees my child.

"It's been a long time, guys. How have you been?

"Patience! As much as possible like Amber, we continue to work out every day!

You were waiting for a voice from Amber, and that's what one girl said from among the neatly lined Obsidian godchildren.

The age group of the Obsidian teachers is decent as far as I can tell, with some people like Odishan and some girls looking like junior high.

What came forward now was a green-haired ghost as young as a high school girl, with clear jade eyes.

Nevertheless, like the Obsidian, it is the ghost tribe who is the look of a young girl but also over a few hundred years old.

It would be premature to judge youth by their appearance.

"Is the representative jade now? Yeah, you've grown a lot."

"No! I'm still a young man compared to all my predecessors such as me!

Courtesy, hazy and. She was just a crisp girl who felt like a militant.

As far as I'm concerned, she says her name is Emerald. It's a name that matches the color of your eyes and is easy to understand.

"The Obsidian group was eager to welcome you home with all their heart. I... I'd like to ask you one thing."

"What?

"Is it true that rumors that Lord Amber took a Gentile ghost girl there as his disciple?

Because she couldn't believe what she was hearing from Obsidian, she asked Amber that with an anxious look.

Or do you say the Obsidian godchildren are the Obsidian group...?

When I turned my eyes to Chirali and Obsidian, for some reason I was proud of my breasts. Could the name be Obsidian?

With us elsewhere like that, Amber and I are having a bit of a serial conversation.

"Yeah, it's true. I inherited The Haunted Dance from Skna."

".................. is it still? … No, I didn't doubt Mr. Obsidian's words, but there is still something quite painful to hear from him."

The ghost girl, called Emerald by Amber, gets a much more teeth-eating look, then gives Amber a hand and then walks over here.

The girl who came before me took a big breath once and exhaled a long, long time.

The girl, with a kicking sharp gaze, has named her name in a slightly high-pressure manner.

"My name is Emerald. Name it, you exotic ghost."

"I'm Skna. Nice to meet you."

Pan! and the hand I gave him effortlessly is played.

Ooh... and surprised, Jade pulled out the training sword he was carrying as he stared at me.

"Stand up, Skna. And prove your strength. I hate you, but I don't want to say hello to the weak."

"Phew..."

I know you have a minimal physique for once, but what you feel from jade is an irresistible frustration.

Anger and jealousy in my eyes. If you think about a species called ghost people who seem to be more emotionally prone than their ex, maybe you can say that they just put up well with not yelling at them.

A pompous player sits in the position of a coveted hero apprentice.

Even if you don't think you can be in that position, I'm sure that was unbearable for the emerald admiring Amber.

"Well, I don't care what you think."

I don't know how she feels. But I don't.

Just, well.

For no reason do I have to remain silent when I get hit with such one-sided frustration by someone else I meet.

"Come for real, I'll lay you down"

Slightly irritated, I provoked the jade with a gentle neck ringing.