Entering a Company From Another World!?

Two weeks after the full closure of the dungeon.

In the meantime, there will be a limited amount of work that can be done by testers who have been sealed off from exploring the dungeon, which is their main business.

It roughly converges on such things as self-training to increase status, producing reports to spin ideas and aim for salary increases, or taking care of weapons, which are your own commercial tools.

To give an exceptional example, no one is willing to take advantage of this free time to start acquiring new skills or to make weapons on their own, but new skills cannot be so easy to acquire, weapons making is mostly beginners, so they try to join the blacksmith's apprenticeship to learn, but get paid in advance by the craftsmen's giants.

Attempts to challenge on their own without hesitation have been frustrated by the combination of facilities, tools, and technology.

No matter who does what, no matter what they do, they all have a sense of spare time in common.

However, the status quo that you can get paid simply by training you will train your body, as you put aside work such as reports, is quite a rude treatment in modern Japanese society.

However, it is also true that it is not a welcome situation from the company side.

That is why there is a limit to what we can do in the current situation where the Magic Sword case is not solved and we don't have enough manpower.

Among them, the temporary joint training can be described as a painful measure presented by the company.

The point is to use this spare time period to gather the testers who can participate in one place, and improve the quality of the stagnant testers by strengthening the horizontal connection by interacting with each other and using the guidance provided by the Demon King Army.

Participation was not compulsory in itself, but the testers who could afford it still participated.

Of course, I stopped the tournament and joined it to brush my arms.....

"Why am I on the teacher side?

"I'm sorry Jiro. We had more men to search the dungeon, so there were fewer people to turn around than I thought."

"Did I get a white feather arrow?

"Yes, and only Jiro can instruct Himiku-san to play with Evia."

"I thought that would be the case... is the Overseer's destiny yours?"

Sorry, I decided to convince Suela with a bitter smile that her stomach was starting to stand out a bit.

That said, I am the most avant-garde of the testers.

It was a forced event, but I beat everyone here by myself.

If I train in the same environment, my status won't change.

Training to loosen your body if you like, or, worse yet, warm training.

I saw the supervisor's intention to join me as a teacher so long as I could play in such an environment.

Speaking of which,

Of course, Himiku is more popular.

"She can handle it at various distances."

I don't currently work as a teacher at all.

I was used to the subtlety of my relationship with the other testers, and I expected this to happen.

But more than that, in addition to the rare race of fallen angels, Himiku, a beauty and a slightly natural personality of cooking attire, grabbed the hearts of female testers rather than male testers, and is now a pulling teacher.

In addition, she can do things close, medium, and long distances without difficulty.

Therefore, I can give more than a certain amount of advice to any occupation.

Perhaps this development will also fall within the scope of the Superintendent's expectations.

Well, the men thought I'd cut you down with a mineral tree once and for all.

"What do you mean I'm just here to stop Himiku?

That's right.

"No, at least deny it."

"I can't help it. Because it's true."

She's watching the training as she asks me to leave Suela laughing and teasing because she found out she was a little bit jealous that she took the himiku.

Even though there is no tight tingling air in the dungeon, everyone is seriously engaged in training.

Some are divided into occupational groups and trained according to the right teacher for the job.

Some people consult within their peers and look at testers' moves elsewhere for reference.

There is also a lecture format where magic strives to improve flying efficiency and power, releasing aiming bows and arrows that float in the air, increasing accuracy and fast fire, and improving the purity of recovery magic.

To give a personal example, Kaido, who was jealous of the popularity of female testers, applied for a duel because of the avant-garde nature of his recovery from injuries.

In the pure battle of the magic ban, the sea hall and fire were cut off.

In the adjacent area, there are the Kitami Shrine and the south, which were searching for magic to be used in the dungeon.

At first, it seemed as if we had shared our opinions with each other and slipped out smoothly, but when we thought that we had shared our opinions, it became a verification of the actual form of battle, and now we are doing it.

The firepower itself is above Kitami, but it seems to be struggling south, a mass of surprises.

Seeing what she was doing, Katsushi and Amelia looked at each other and laughed bitterly.

"Suela, are there any absent testers in here?

"... how many testers say they can't come on errands?"

I'd like to put myself carefully in training after seeing that.

There are multiple reasons why I am concerned about the lack of opponents who can fight with all their might and the other intentions of this training, so I don't get it.

"Have you been able to verify the tester's existence, including that?

"Yes, they should all be here. I also checked the paperwork just in case. Just..."

"I don't know how far the magic sword is influenced... and honestly, I don't remember the faces of everyone here."

That's right.

Behind this training, the search for the Magic Sword continues both inside and outside the dungeon.

I don't know the face of the magic sword.

The only clue is the effect and shape of the Magic Sword, a rather rude search for physical evidence without any clues.

In addition, the joint training also brought together testers, the most suspicious suspects in the Magic Sword case, in one place.

I felt a look other than flickers and testers just now.

I wonder if it is because I am aware that I am not doing it, and I am more fed up with that gaze than I need to, and I wonder what I will do with my training.

"Ah, have you noticed?

It feels soft and oddly soft.

Turning to the signs that suddenly felt like sheltering Suela, the gentle gentle smile of a gentle gentle gentleman stood there.

Seems like a normal man.

The Demon King Army is quite susceptible to species characteristics.

The atmosphere is like horns for demons, bones for undead, sharp ears and skin tones for dark elves, and scales for dragon-related species.

But the man in front of me doesn't have it.

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"Vampires?

"That's why ~, well understood. I didn't show my fangs, and my skin is white, but I think it's pretty close to people."

"There's too much magic in my eyes. I can't hide my magic eyes."

"Ahaah, that way. You're pretty sharp, aren't you? I'm still reducing my magic a lot."

"If I can't do this, I'll die in training, because I'm going to hide my magic more than you and shoot my magic at that instructor."

"... heh, that's the secret child of the Oni King and the Immortal King. It's quite a bit of a move... yeah, that's normal. I have to say that my quote was too sweet."

I didn't tell you what to do, and I didn't tell you my name.

The gentleman in front of me, yeah, convinces himself to proceed.

You know who I am. Who am I?

Can I say European or Italian just by appearance?

With that smile, the women testers who noticed with my voice shook the waved hair of Honey Brown.

The lightness of the workmanship stands out anyway.

You must have acted so well as a woman, but there was a faint creepiness in her eyes that she didn't know what she was thinking.

A suspicious man who can't be alerted.

That's the impression I made of the man in front of me during this little interaction.

Looking gently behind her, she endured the yellow voice she began to hear from her back and wanted to exhale.

Do you know him?

"No, I think he probably knows Memoria."

"Oh, Grey and the others don't look alike. I don't think he's a relative."

The vampire in me is Memoria, but I thought it was a relative, but the atmosphere and appearance are completely different.

So I waved the subject to Suela with the meaning of confirmation, but she said she didn't know either.

Then you're an unfamiliar vampire and you're not on the list of people coming to the company....

"Oops, you haven't introduced yourself yet."

"Will you do it?

"Of course! I just wanted to say, yeah. Sure, as you suspect, it's not funny to be honest about yourself here."

"No, do it. Don't ask for interesting information about yourself."

Additional information about the euphoric makes the gentleman in front of me more and more suspicious.

The suspicion turned into vigilance, and she gently pushed Suela behind her back and resisted for a moment, but she confirmed that her belly child was also careful and backed down, and took control of the himiku that was about to fly here with her gaze, where she used it to protect the testers.

It is undeniable that a one-on-one situation has been created, but the current situation is probably the best.

Really? I think that living and enjoying is an indispensable element. Besides, you seem to be getting along a lot. How about one here? It's not like you introduce each other with a sword. "

"There was a Battle Junky. I've never heard of such an introduction, and unfortunately, I'm a Japanese with an inevitability. I don't want any such trouble."

"I don't know, are you sure you're the secret child of those Oni Kings? Even though I've invited you so much, you're not showing me one of your fights."

The elegant man in front of him finally threw his sword out of his sheath in a casual manner.

It is a weapon with a thin sword that is different from the sword you normally see, a prick called Rapier.

The man who shakes it gently and starts to fight gradually has hit me with his will to fight with any hand.

"Don't say weird things, they'll misunderstand you."

Magic was gradually transferred to the elegant man's sword in front of him.

I know that I won't pull back even if I say it again.

"Don't get me wrong."

An elegant man speaks slowly and with a gentle voice that sounds as if she were dictating a woman.

"I..."

It is a technique that makes it appear that you are not willing to stand up, relax with nature, or fight.

"I'm serious!

He told me that everything was already in full combat condition.

"Chi!

"Ahah! You pulled it out!!

"I must have let you pull it out!!

It was close.

The stepping in was too natural and the reaction was delayed for a moment.

If my reaction had been delayed for a few moments, there would have been a hole in my throat.

Clearly a direct hit course.

It was a blow that felt no dust.

I pulled the ore tree out of my back as fast as I could to distract it.

Rather than thinking in the head, he reacted in the spinal cord, swinging down directly from above to load the weight, until he pulled the other blade aside and brought it all the way to the side.

Even if the reaction was delayed and not a perfect blow, there should be a weight difference and a difference in the power of the blow, but it could not be blown off and stagnated on the spot.

I knew the moment I bumped into it.

The momentum of the attack is said to have been completely killed.

"What a blow. My sword was broken when I was a little bit out of time."

"Kill my attack completely, as I often say."

"It was an environment where we had to do it!

"What an environment!!

Power is up here, skill is probably up there.

The difference in skill may not be fatal, but at this point in time, I am judged to have to do everything in my power. I have waited for my thoughts, but in the meantime, I will take a bad distance.

I don't think it's a good idea for the opponent to step into it, relax for a moment, pull over here, and then wipe it out all at once.

"Oops, that's amazing. My body can't do that."

"White, are you gonna let me down like that? If the momentum had been a little weaker, he would have cut my neck off."

"Do you understand that?

"Send in the killing spirit with a pinpoint," he says.

"Was that too much of a hoax?

It was good to be wary of pushing lighter than expected.

I'm getting a chill. A killer tried to hit my neck.

My neck is connected thanks to my quick judgment.

……

Strong.

No, it's not as strong as the instructors, but I still think it's honestly strong.

Even if we don't do everything we can to each other, we only know that the opponent is strong.

Stay still, watch the gentleman as he reduces his gag and observes, and the man will only deepen his smile with pleasure.

The trick seemed to be inviting me to attack you this time.

However, I can't see it when I look at it as it is.

Hold the mineral tree on the shoulder and align the foot width and center of gravity.

It feels like something is bumping into each other in front of you, even though you're just standing there.

No, there will be facts.

My magic and the elegant man's magic in front of me are causing skirmishes, pushing and pulling like a battle over and over again.

The only thing that can't be done with a single rope is this offensive.

So I slowly tilt my center of gravity forward.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

As the monkey screamed, he turned into a storm and waved the ore tree towards the elegant man in front of him.

One word today.

Whether unexpected or not, the schedule continues. We must make plans.