Can I Become an Adventurer Without Gift?

Hal runs out to the Spirit.

Lunaria and Emili were chasing away as the timing shifted and spread further sideways.

"Kuck, no matter how tough the little human flair is, it's what spirits do!

The Spirit, confident in his own power, waves down his right hand by deciding to defeat Hal first coming from the front.

The attack at the right time for Hull to come running was thought to be a hit as it was.

"- I can't hit it"

But that attack will be prevented by the armor shield produced by Hal.

"Become!?

This was a move the Spirit had used many times in previous battles, but it was also something he trusted so much.

Being lightly blocked from attacking, it not only prevents the Spirit from attacking, but also creates a surprise gap.

The right arm of the spoken Spirit is heavily bounced because it was a well-swung attack.

Hal couldn't have missed such a big gap, and his fist burning in flames flies through the face of the Spirit.

"Guha!"

When the Spirit realizes his impending fist in front of him, pain strikes his body. Besides, I was very surprised that the attack was a clean hit.

Spirit species had the property of being resistant to physical attacks, and even if they hit them, they stomped that they wouldn't eat a lot of damage.

Hull's attack, however, was a burning fist and included magic, thus successfully dealing damage to the Spirit brilliantly.

Why are you burning? Why are you damaging me with people's fists!?

The Spirit is in the midst of confusion.

The race of people and others is inferior to the Spirit, let alone unlikely to launch an effective attack - I just couldn't believe what I was doing about myself fluttering under Hal's attack.

"Let it go, yeah, yeah!

There comes the next blow down there.

Now it was Lunaria, who was running a little late on the right side of Hull.

The mace she holds can shed magic and be converted into aggression.

"You're kidding me! The Beast Man's attack!

The Spirit immediately switches his thoughts and intercepts when he realizes the mace of Lunaria, waved down with a powerful hanging voice.

Lunaria's attack was an honest trajectory, headed straight down.

The Spirit tries to grab Mace with his left fist.

I notice something strange here.

It was a slightly slower move for an attack wielded with a temperamental voice.

"No way!?

The spirits, who looked back haphazardly, realized - that the attack of Lunaria was an inducement.

Ahead of the spirits looking back there was Emily, who had already firmed her fist strongly.

Emili was angry.

That Hal was in danger to protect himself.

That the Spirit, though moving quickly, was depressed, creating a gap that allowed him to attack. I was angry at my impudence to myself like that.

So this blow was inflicted with anger, and with elaborate magic, a full-fledged blow using even smaller springs of my own body.

"Shh, shh, shh!

A high tone, temperamental blow echoes through the mountains.

Emili's little fist pierces the belly of the Spirit.

"Gwwwwwwwwwww!"

Pain, pain, heat, spiciness that I had never felt before, they mixed in and the Spirit turned bright white in his head and couldn't think of anything.

- Sorry, not yet.

About Emily's blow, Hal's words, which reached the ear of the Spirit who was also finally standing, embodied the word despair.

"Stay, stay, wait!

The smallest Emily has launched all those powerful attacks.

And the first man who's attacked me doesn't know what I'm good at. I don't understand first how I prevented my spiritual attacks. I still don't even know why my fist was burning.

If such a man gets serious, he may not be able to live.

A spirit basically has no life span. But it can vanish. In the face of the crisis of its extinction, I was feeling it by instinct.

The fear was hunting down the Spirit the most.

"Wait for what?

Hal asks with a pale voice without emotion.

'And wait anyway! I want to talk! Calm down!'

"Even though it was the Spirit who came first?

Emili makes a chase inquiry with a cold look and voice.

'Oh, I apologize for that too!

"Didn't you say you wouldn't forgive me if I entered the realm of the Spirit?

A chase by Lunaria smiling even colder.

"Ugh, oh, I'm sorry. Oh, yeah!

Spirit that spits out the words of apology barking and shrinks his body slightly like a dugout. But that tone, unlike the magnificent one earlier, was like a little child.

"What do you mean?

"Duh, what's wrong?

"Mr. Spirit, something's wrong."

Each of the three shows confusion as much as it changes.

'Ugh, I'm not really the Lord or anything here. It's true that it's the Spirit...'

The Spirit begins to tell the truth little by little with a dizzy cry. Seeing such a spiritual figure, Hal and the others calm down.

"It's not the Lord or anything here... does that mean there's a Lord here?

Spirit snorting cocklessly at Hal's question.

At the same time the Spirit looked up into the sky.

Hal and the others notice at this stage. To the fact that strong magic and signs are coming down from above.

"What, this magic!?

"I'm coming down from the top!

"Bird,...?

Slowly descend into the top square with a giant bird surrounded by a beautiful and radiant light sprinkling its feathers.

Its feathers shine rainbow-colored and one eye shows that it is not like a normal demon.

The magic emanating from that transparent body was something that made me feel divine.

"That too, Mr. Spirit..."

Emily said so in a pale tone, but she sweats her cheeks. It was because I feel overwhelmingly different in character from the first spirit I fought.

"This is amazing."

Though curious about the presence of a new spirit, Hal shook his body at the tension, putting his hands on the sword at his waist.

"Preparing to escape, you can't make it..."

Lunaria, who stood upside down as she tightened her expression much longer, was also ready to grip the mace.

'... Hmm, you seem to be mistaken about something. I do not intend to be hostile to you. He was crying, probably the seed he sprinkled himself.

The beautiful winged bird spirits had just stepped down earlier, but seemed to already grasp the situation.

"Ugh, Doctor... I'm sorry"

"Ha, still..."

The big spirits sigh as they were frightened by the little spirits who apologize with large grains of tears again.

Apparently, these spirits are the relationship of their master, and troubles like this one were everyday tea meals as well.

"I didn't think he would ever see anyone because he had a strong bond in this place... but I see you were born under such a special star."

The spirits of the giant rainbow birds looked in turn at the faces of the Hulls as they said so loosely and intriguingly.