Can I Become an Adventurer Without Gift?

A world that exists somewhere.

It's called 'Dunamis' there.

In this world, at the age of twelve, you will receive something called the First Adult Ritual.

This has been raised well until the age of twelve, congratulations - a celebratory ritual.

But at the same time, it was an important ritual that shaped the future.

At the same time as celebration, it was the main part of this ritual that gained a special power called a gift over God.

Some say they are usually awarded two or three or, in many cases, up to five gifts.

Gifts have a variety of abilities, including those suitable for combat, assistance, and opening stores again.

And many of those who gained the ability to be fit for battle became adventurers.

An adventurer is a symbol of strength, exorcising vicious demons, attacking elusive dungeons and solving the demands of those in need - such a longing being.

Hal, the boy who lives in this world, didn't leak into that example either, he was looking to be an adventurer.

I have made that thought even stronger.

Hal was attacked by demons at a young age where he was playing alone, and the adventurer helped him where he was called a lifesaver.

The adventurer I met at that time was strong, and gentle, and then full of dependability - a presence that seemed dazzling, and had been an admirer for Hal ever since.

I want to be like that adventurer! - Since his early days, Hal had dreamed of getting a combat-based gift and becoming an adventurer like him.

But the reality was harsh against Hull.

"... Huh? Hey, none......?

Everyone in this world has the power of a 'water mirror' to confirm their own gifts.

And Hal is stunned when he confirms his gift at the ritual of the twelve-year-old first adult. The color was missing from his face, which was supposed to be full of hope.

Yes - because his gift section was somehow blank.

A blessing from God that every servant in this world should be given - a gift. But only Hal was given nothing.

The priest, who performs the ritual of adulthood, repeated the ritual several times in the hope that it was a mistake of some kind because he knew Hal was going for an adventurer, but still the result would not change.

No one could speak to him knowing Hal had strong feelings.

Both his father, who was silent and had a hard look, and his mother, who sneezed her face and wept a great deal, could only hug Hal's body.

But even if it's in there, he's the only one who always speaks these words.

"- I would definitely be an adventurer if I didn't have a gift!

Only when was that his cliché.

Then a few months pass.

Hull's appearance was not local, but in a distant city.

Grown Hull is slightly taller than the average of ethnic men, seemingly skinny but stretched out body. With black hair, he was prominent among people with various hair colors.

His eyes were still not cloudy like that, and he kept looking forward.

Hal could not be an adventurer, but he had acquired knowledge and experience by attending an adventurer party as a porter - that is, as a luggage holder.

Information about demons, information about materials, medicinal herbs, etc.

Unable to fight, he was going to use it one day when he became an adventurer by gathering that information.

Hal didn't have a valid gift as a porter, and some adventurers called him a incompetent porter, but he managed to get the job by undertaking the job at a cheap price.

He was in the Adventurer's Guild like that.

Here, those confident in their arms make a living by partying and receiving requests and doing so.

At the First Adult Rite, he receives gifts, and those who are confident in the arms of the sword, those who are confident in magic, and those who are also proud of their power - each taking advantage of their own traits to crusade demons and collect materials, etc.

"Hey, Porter! Come on, let's go!

Yeah, I'm on my way.

The party that Hal attended this time consisted of swordsmen as leaders, one other warrior dealing with axes, and four bowmen to the sorcerer in charge of ranged attacks.

"... at last"

As he reloaded his luggage, he followed after this party and entered a certain dungeon.

The dungeons entering this time are all fifteen tiers, the type that goes down underground.

We just broke through the seven-layer, halfway through, and there was an open area, where they decided to take a meal break.

With the common sense of the dungeon, the place just down the stairs is a safe area and no demons appear.

This time it was right, and the line was unequipped and I felt loose and enjoyed eating and chatting.

"- Hmm? What is it? Something, sounds..."

But Hal, who had only spoken of what could easily be eaten so that he could move quickly even during the break, looked around at the trivial changes in sound that had entered his ear into the pretense.

Hal, who has no special powers, has survived to this point by his knowledge of demons and by not failing to be vigilant around them.

"What, Porter? Is there something in there?

"No, something's coming up..."

Hal stares in the direction we are about to take as we lean our necks into the words of the warrior who inquires with an astonishing look on his face.

If you stare at it, you'll soon find out who that sound is.

"Sa, it's Salamander!

Everyone gets up quickly at the same time someone screams and packs up as much as they can. That, of course, was true of Hal, the porter.

A salamander is a dragon species that is not capable of flying, although it is also called a fiery dragon, a dragon that crawls through the earth.

Crusade difficulty was quicker to count from above, and it wasn't supposed to be a level demon going out into this dungeon.

In conclusion, even as they encounter such demons, they will survive through here, but the biggest factor in this was the swift decision of the leader.

"Guys, we're gonna run upstairs in no time! Don't think about anything extra, just think about running away!

Because salamander material is traded for a considerable amount of money, there may be something colourful - the leader who thought about it had raised his voice and directed him to flee before the idea came to mind in someone else. There was a place where we all followed the judgment of this leader, so no one disputed what he said, and it was time for everyone to escape.

Hull was the one whose leader was smart and whose quick decision made him dangerous to the eye.

"... hey Degdaz, give me a hand"

Degdaz was the most powerful, powerful bear beast warrior of their party. Degdaz, who nodded silently at the leader's words, put his hand on Hal's shoulder as he perceived something.

"Wow! What are you doing!!

And the leader and Degdaz, who lifted the skinny Hull, gain momentum to throw him somewhere when he is in charge.

"I'm sorry, we have to hold on to someone to get away. We're from the same village. And then... understand me. Let's go, man!

Without looking bad, the two throw Hal into the salamander.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hal, originally powerless to fight, couldn't even go against it suddenly, just got flown at Salamander.

This desperate situation, in the air, makes it difficult to get in shape. But Hal's head begins to retrace strangely.

"(Salamander is flaming his body. And since it spits out the flaming braces but takes time to accumulate, it shouldn't come out any time soon)"

Even in this situation, the knowledge of the demons that have accumulated slightly emerges. That's how Hal began to gather information on Salamander.

There's not much you can do, but knowing who you're dealing with may bring something to mind.

That was Hal's least resistance without any special powers.

Hal then remembers one thing out of his stirring knowledge and succeeds in pulling out the knife he is wearing on his hips by twisting himself.

But Salamander is already in sight. I recognize Hull as a prey with a glitzy look and am in a state of war trying to eat him.

All of the dragon species are wrapped in strong scales, and it's hard to do damage unless you're as famous a sword, or as skilled as you are.

But as long as it is a dragon species, it has a certain weakness. That was about only one unusual scale called the reverse scale.

Hal, who examines everything with care, possesses that knowledge, and, furthermore, thanks to this imminent situation of imminent danger to his life, he had succeeded in finding only one scale that was different in appearance.

The status quo where those two coincided - and then stick the knife upscale at the moment of bumping into each other. This was the best operation Hal could take.

"Hey, hey, hey!

Hal pierces the knife upscale as he eats up his teeth, tempers, and buzzes himself.

As he aimed, the knife was protruded to the reverse scale, but Hull's body gets burned as he looks at it, as he touches a salamander who is flaming his body.

Still, Hal gave a harsh look but didn't let go of the knife, putting his full strength to pierce him a little deeper, at least a little deeper.

"GYAAAAAAAAAA!"

Salamander, attacked with his only weakness, the reverse scales, hovering around in a screaming voice. The flames that are wrapped around him also erupt along with it, raging around trying to burn Hal's body.

"Guha!"

It was Hal who takes damage to his body with that shock, but still keeps his hands off the knife - because if he lets it go, he could blow it up and die. Hal had a strong feeling and a strong grip on the knife until he could be like that adventurer, his own dream.

But the reality was heartless. A powerful salamander rammed heavily, causing a crack in the scaffold.

"Oh, no!

Hal raised his voice when he noticed the sound of pissi, but at that time the scaffolding collapsed and he was straight upside down to the lower level with the salamander without being able to do anything.

Aerial falls from fallen feet continue for a while.

Hal was already constantly conscious of the glaring situation, but only the knife manages to keep gripping.

After a long fall, it finally reached the lowest level, with the knife pushed in and the impact of the fall, the salamander finally breathes out.

It was the same with Hal when he was struck by the fall so that he could hit it over the knife that protruded over the salamander.

Thoughts couldn't stop thinking about the burns and the shock pain of falling, but he was concerned about certain words that somehow he heard in his head with a crystal clear voice in his fading consciousness than that.

[Level increased]

This world is empowered by the ritual of adulthood to be called a gift - it was never like a game of level.