Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

My name is Litheseus.

I am a human student who is being taught on a farm.

From here on, I want to move on from the perspective of our international students.

The development so far has been a hell of a picture.

Farm Representative VS The fifth battle of our international students, which began with the idea of "Know your farm strength level in the field".

All three fights lost after one to three.

And unilaterally in a manner close to catastrophic defeat.

Mr. Berena, Princess Lettucerate and Mrs. Prati, who participated in the battle, all overwhelmed dozens of our international students with different dimensions of strength.

Naturally, I also interacted in it, and I was just overwhelmed with it.

I also came here to the farm and went through all sorts of things I had never experienced before, and I was going to build on them...

That confidence was smashed in an instant.

Farm, too deep......!

Neither had I. Almost everything else in the international student world was breaking my heart and sinking.

"How could you do this...!?"

"Because someone said something extra...?

"Who is it!? Who's the strongest on the farm? Who told you that?!?"

There had already been a search for the culprit who had caused a tongue attack by saying something nice.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's too early to say foolishness."

On behalf of the Babysitting Saint, Mrs. Prati will host the procession.

"Because the game isn't over yet. We just finished three of the five fights. Reflections, after it's all over"

"Are you still going to do it?!!"

We've already broken our hearts!?

"That's right. Instead, this is the real deal. So far, it's like prep gymnastics."

"Didn't you get your hands or feet in prep gymnastics?!? Me!?"

One of the students screams, but there's nothing I can do.

"They're waiting somewhere else, so I'll give you a lift. I wish you a good fight at best."

Say what's not in your heart, Prati. Your wife sprayed magic pills on us.

This!?

Forced Transfer Magic Drugs!?

The potency of magic pills on our skin forced us to move around alone.

And arrive.

Um, where am I?

"Forest!?"

Plenty of trees lined up around, sun blocked and depressing atmosphere by the leaves of the trees is just the woods.

There are signs of a lot of people around us, and we've all been put together and flown into the woods.

"Forcing this many people to transfer is also out of common sense...!?"

Is there only something out of common sense on the farm?

"So, why are you in the woods...!?"

The three games played so far were played in an open square just right for the game.

... No.

They are all thin but conspicuous.

That's why I'm nervous.

Who's your next opponent?

Everyone has a big anticipation.

It's a funny story if you think about it.

Opponent concept that has appeared in three games so far.

People Demons, mermaids, said they elected the strongest of each farm.

Yet the fifth battle.

So on what basis were the other two selected?

Isn't that a completely different criterion?

Yes, there was a statement that would be the starting point for this to happen in the first place.

In that statement, who was it about?

"I don't think it's going to happen because Mr. Oakbo and Mr. Gobji are close, but if we fight, which is stronger?

I mean, who are the other two waiting...!?

"I'm out. Ohhhhhhhhhh!?"

One of my buddies raised his voice.

It was a voice that turned against fear and confusion.

Turning to the one who spoke, he was indeed there.

There.

There's a bright blue knight waving a big sickle...!!

"It's Mr. Gobji. Awwwwwwww!!"

While bi-perfection binds the farm's army of monsters.

It's Gobji from Goblin.

Across the Mimic Octobus, his beloved farming tool, the Sickle, he was a complete Reaper Knight figure.

After all, the fourth and fifth of the fifth battle are those two.

"Run. Ooh! There's no way we can beat Mr. Gobji. Hey, yeah!!"

One of the students tries to escape with a scream...

At that time there was Mr. Gobji behind him.

Attach the sickle to your opponent's neck.

"Don't move..., if you move, this mana metal, mowing sickle will mow your neck like a weed"

"Is it for mowing grass?!? Even though it's a sickle!?"

"Bigger would mow a lot in one swing"

I can't move a finger if you say so.

He still looks like a dick, a student with a sickle poked at him.

But when did Mr. Gobuji get close to the other guy?

There were more than fifty steps between the point where Mr. Gobji first left off and the student who shouted.

I couldn't see where to pack that distance.

Normally, you had to run or walk and approach the target, but you were moving in a flash without pinching the process in any way.

It's like we moved in an instant like metastatic magic.

"So, shall we go next?"

That's what I said, and Gobji disappeared!?

... I thought I was behind another student!?

Are you sure you're even using metastatic magic?

"Hmm... don't you know what happened at normal speed to you guys..."

Gobji says with a shuddering face.

"Okay, let's slow him down a little bit. You don't learn when you're kicked in the ass without understanding anything."

"… Ugh……!?"

"You're students, that's why you have to learn in this fight. Why don't you have any teeth at all? You can't lose without knowing why."

Tough...!?

"First of all, pay attention to your feet. On the feet of my beloved horse, the Mimic Octobus."

Feet?

What does Gobji say about his horseback riding leg?

Mr. Gobuji's horse is as small and roba-like as his husband's.

Doesn't seem like any kind of weirdness in particular...!?

……

Hih!? What!?

Mr. Gobuji's riding horse's leg bent out.

And it's not a halfway bend!?

The horse's feet bent, bent..., bent enough to draw a circle...!?

Besides, I'm tired of just that. Multiply the circles...!?

"My lord says this form is spring shaped. My beloved horse, the Mimic Octobus, is a homunculus horse created by Mermaid Zos Cyra. It adds to the nature of a certain monster octopus, and combines flexibility and instantaneous power like a horse."

Springy...... you mean?

Gobji's horse, who made all four legs that way and accumulated instantaneous power..., one moment, exploded.

Leaps with tremendous momentum.

Rise high above our heads.

"Now I slowed it down considerably. Do you see it?

That's pretty late though!?

I also have a hard time chasing them with my eyes!?

This place is in a depressed forest, so it doesn't get much altitude to jump up.

Because it's in the woods. Because if you fly too high, you'll get into spreading branches.

But there was no inconvenience for Mr. Gobji.

Jumping up, Mr. Gobji and his beloved horse jumped onto one of the tree trunks standing side by side, because he used recoil to jump in on the ground.

At a high speed.

"Uh-huh!?"

A student who was ahead of Mr. Gobji's jump in makes too many screams of fear and surprise.

But at that time, Mr. Gobji had landed fluffy and taken his back.

Add your favorite sickle to your throat.

"Here's what I'm gonna say."

Oh, did Mr. Gobji cross our backs one after the other?

He added and subtracted us this time, so we managed to understand the speed, but if we were serious, we wouldn't even know what happened.

Exactly super speed goblin!?

"I just understood, it's time to get serious. I'm gonna stop you, so don't move badly. My Great Sickle is a sickle for mowing grass, so I don't want you to suck animal blood"

That's how Mr. Gobuji disappeared from our sight.

Actually, it just doesn't catch our attention at a fast pace.

The ravages began with fierce speed.

I mean, you've been ravaged too much. How many times have we been here?