Entering a Company From Another World!?

84 It's worth a step.

Jiro Tanaka, 28, with her.

She's Suela Henderberg.

Memoria Tris

Professional Dungeon Tester (Full-time)

Magic Ability Eight (General Class)

Position Warrior

It was pretty bad in the end, but I didn't think about what to do after the training. I came back to my room to take a shower to sweat.

Suela also followed me in that flow, so I thought about eating out after taking a shower, and told her that she would arrange her elf food with the ingredients of the earth, so I decided to spoil it.

"Yes, please."

Looks good.

Sometimes the comic book tells me that I'm good at cooking and I have a taste and sound problem waiting for me, but that didn't apply to Suela.

Green salad dressing with mushroom pasta and petite tomatoes is original.

There is no fantasy element, but my body honestly complains of hunger on the menu of images that Dark Elves might be eating, and I start eating.

It's good.

"Good."

The feeling that I predicted earlier that it looks good will soon change to a feeling that it is good.

Suela was delighted to hear that, either because of the difference in physical fitness or because she had finished her training.

Silently flattens more pasta than Suela.

Quiet time has passed, but I don't dislike the atmosphere.

It is enough to have a chat and go ahead with the meal as if you remember it from time to time.

Suela's meal was no longer clean.

"Thank you for dinner."

Yes, sir, I'm sorry.

I'll take care of the dishes.

"No, cooking is my job. Jiro, have a cup of coffee."

That's how I magically floated the pot, and I thought the after-dinner coffee I had prepared one day was better than what I put in it.

It's an instant installation of my room, but I look at Suela, who washes the dishes in the kitchen equipped with the room, thinking about whether to use magic or not and whether the taste is different or not.

The quiet time passes while thinking that such a sight is good.

"Sorry."

"No, it was obvious when I was over there. Rather, it's more convenient and lazy to prepare meals in this world, so it's better if you let me do it."

"Is that what it is?"

"Yeah."

Surely there is no IH over there, and if you twist the faucet, there is no function of water coming out.

At least I didn't find it when I went to Isal.

"Now, the afternoon is completely empty... Suela, can you use that pendant again?

"That pendant is a magic crystal pendant, right?

"Oh, I can go out with that."

I came to the conclusion that the Japanese kitchen is functionally better, and I will make an afternoon plan after cleaning up.

I would like to take Suela out again and ask if I can use the pendant I used at that summer festival.

"Unfortunately, it's impossible because other people are using it at this time. I used it in an experimental sense."

I see.

Unfortunately, that did not come true.

Unfortunately, it's originally company equipment.

I suggested it with the feeling that it would not work.

I'm worried about what to do now that it's empty.

I glanced at Suela and put another cup of coffee in my cup. I've prepared my own.

I want you to smile so that you can notice my gaze and ask me what it is, and I'll return it as nothing.

Speaking of which, today I realize that I'm dressed like I'm selling in Japan, not a suit.

I was late to notice because I was dressed as usual.

It has a simple look such as a white sweater and denim, but it looks like the model is wearing it if the material is good.

What are you going to do about the distracted afternoon?

I usually eat in an underground facility and decide where to go in the mood of the flow, but I wonder what to do with this development for the first time.

When I get here, I also get the option not to go out, but unfortunately, I only have a TV or a game still wrapped in cardboard that can crush my time in my room.

When two men and women spend time alone in such a space, the future after a few decades is easily imaginable.

I tried to talk to the other person if I couldn't figure out how to fix the strange direction in which my mind began to tilt.

"Do you care about the mineral tree?

"Yes, it is unusual among us Dark Elves to use this as a weapon. And the mineral trees that have grown so far are unusual."

I see.

Suela was watching a mineral tree brought back to her room for maintenance.

She closes her seat to the stand-up stand and takes a closer look at her sword, but it's over a little bit later.

Jiro.

Hmm?

There was no way I could schedule in such a short time, and I replied with my mouth shut while I was relaxing and drinking coffee.

"It's been a long time since we've had a mock fight.

My usual quiet but unexpectedly aggressive lover offered me an afternoon appointment.

"I'm sorry, it's a holiday."

"No, I don't mind, but is Suela okay?

I don't think it would be nice to sweat again after sweating.

I thought it was just right because I had an appointment, so I took Suela's suggestion and moved from my room to the training room.

"Yeah, I've been working on paperwork lately, and I don't really have the opportunity to move my body. It's just the right time."

"Simulation is the solution to the lack of exercise."

I thought it was a suggestion to worry about a forbidden alley for women, but Suela seemed to want to move her body purely and use her magic.

I can only laugh bitterly at how to eliminate the lack of exercise that is unique to fantasy.

Arming each other is a wooden staff for training and a wooden knife.

Dress well and get ready to change from personal clothes to training clothes with protective equipment.

We're stretching and loosening each other now.

"Since when? I can't believe I'm fighting Suera."

"It's probably been a few months. The last time I fought was before I took over Jiro's training for both of you."

"Oh, is that how it's gonna be?"

It's time to recall the onboarding.

At that time, it was blown away like twisting the baby's hand, and it was knocked down many times.

In a sense, this might be a good opportunity.

If Suela was the first one to fight in Fantasy, I can take this opportunity to see how strong I am.

Fortune or misfortune, the weapon is the same iron core wooden knife as it was then.

"If we don't do everything we can, it'll all be over soon."

"Fufu, I wonder."

She naturally feels weak and holds her cane.

Instead of saying she was ready, she told her in an atmosphere.

Slowly place the wooden knife upwards to respond to that, and slowly lower it to the front eye position according to the timing of deep breathing out.

Ugh!

I don't need a signal.

Immediately after reading each other's breaths, the legs move and the meeting begins.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

Don't hesitate to use the monkey barking in the training room, my sharp sword shooting will hit Suela softly.

My Rigid Sword and Suela's Staff enter a temporary equilibrium.

As if I were running away, Suela would run between the canes to sew the gap where she could shift the trajectory of the attack with a little force.

It is a counter from the defense that can be said to be an example of the wizard's self-defense.

Originally, he is a wizard who does not need to fight as an avant-garde fighter, but he does not need melee fights.

Instructor Fusio said that if the magic runs out, it won't help anything.

So Magus also needs a certain level of melee combat.

Sometimes swordsmanship and magic are combined like Kaido and Fire Clarification, but most magicians and other rear guards acquire defence-based technology like Suela.

The wand that attacked like a snake attacked thought it had attacked, and when it realized that it was attacking to pierce the gap, the wand took a defensive stance.

It's like I can't cut it down.

But we can still meet.

It's getting stronger now.

Ah!

There is no sound as if the trees and the cannons were ringing.

Instead, we are fighting with gouges as if a storm were blowing.

The legs are constantly moving, changing each other's standing positions, etc.

In order to follow Suela's movements that appeal to the agility of the dark elf, it uses rotation by the shaft rather than running and following, with minimal movement.

In the meantime, I keep shaking my wooden sword.

Compared to mineral trees, a wooden knife of about the weight of a toy crushes the wind and shakes fiercely.

Suela waves her wand to accompany it, making a way for her sword to shoot.

With her legs back and the wooden knife pulled back, Suela made a sharp thrust like a swinging wind.

Clean hits aren't mutual.

Defend with or against each other's weapons, offensive defense repeats itself.

In the first place, as a prerequisite, I am losing at the stage where Suela, who is a defensive position, and I, who is an avant-garde position, compete with each other.

As a matter of fact, Suela is not using spirits.

In such a situation, I was experiencing growth that could not be felt by the numbers that approached Suela.

"Let's go!!

Yes!

Compared to Suela, the physical strengthening by magical circulation, which is awkward, was much more efficient and effective than at first.

Remove the gear from your head, such as the pace distribution, and bring the remaining gear to the top as a surplus.

At the moment, the speed in your brain jumps up or you can see it moving more slowly than before.

Instead, let your body bend over to this movement, which is one step ahead of its limits.

To break through Suela, who politely returns my attacks one by one, I repeat the attacks carefully to avoid swallowing my teeth and putting extra effort into it.

And then...

"Finally, here we are."

Just from me, that's enough.

This battle stops moving.

You have trouble breathing and see Suela's face under your eyes.

Same sight I saw one day.

My full blow will catch Suela and sew her in place.

I was immediately hit and blown away.

"Shit, move this far. One shot."

"That blow will be a fatal wound to our backers."

This time, the movement of genuine Suela was contained.

Something white appears to cover the surface of Suela.

"I lost when you deployed the Spirit for Defense."

"No."

It is certainly an achievement to overturn the handicap.

But I gently moved the wooden knife from above Suela.

Then, as if I had waited, I thought there was a tingling sound and something came in, and the surface of the wooden knife was crushed, revealing the tingling attached to the iron core.

The wooden sword can no longer follow the battle.

I lost when I broke my weapon.

So, what's the draw?

"Oh, my God, you failed not to consider the strength of your weapon."

"Fufu, if you cast magic with the same feeling as the mine tree, it will soon reach its limit with a wooden knife. Next, let's be careful about that. I've made a deal, but there's plenty more room for growth."

"Ah, it's been a long time since I've been with this teacher."

That's right.

* giggle * I laugh with Suela.

In that context, I look back at the battle I just fought.

The result of the simulation is another complete defeat for me. [M]

With all my might, Suela fought with the Spirit sealed.

No matter how many sealed spirits you use, you will be disqualified as a warrior if you destroy your weapon without knowing its durability.

Suela said it was a draw, but in part or in aggregate it would be my defeat.

Suela is right. There are still points to reflect on.

"Thank you, Suela."

"Yes"

Make a squeaky grip.

But at this moment, I feel like I saw the direction I should take.

I was vaguely attacking the dungeon until now, and I had a path to follow.