Train your fitness in the barracks immediately after completing your personal swordsmanship map. That was the day.
"Fitness training is really fucking important. The original fight is strong and the healthy one wins. You don't think so? Why don't the people who know that exercise?"
Apparently, the guild has a gym as well. Karin emphasized the importance of muscle and exercise, and I trained my body with all my power because I paid for it.
Working out makes you stronger. Exercise improves health. And I'm fucking healthy. It's a common sense that we all know, but not so many people spend more time and energy on fitness than they think. It's because it's annoying. True strong men all mean people who have crossed the walls of these movements.
I dressed up and ran into the barracks. Running is a universal movement that increases health, endurance and pulmonary function, allowing you to fight longer, and increases lower body strength, giving you a stronger blade strength.
"Hoo, hoo! Hu!"
"Okay, okay. That's it. Do you want to run one more lap?"
"Heh, heh! That!"
"It's a good match. Now, you can run! Our youngest is doing great!"
Then Karin was also running beside me.
I was shutting down Runner's High (a condition where the endorphins are released during a strenuous run and I feel refreshed), but Karin didn't know the brakes would stop like a broken car. I could not tell how many times I had already said to run one more time.
"Aha, you're in the wrong position. Then I go out the waist."
When I woke up, I was training my strength by lifting a log. Did your consciousness just fly away for a second? It was an unbelievable hell of a drill. I came crawling in here to pay for this, and it was obvious that beyond ridiculous lies, there was a transcendent presence that brought me into pain.
"Well, I like it because I follow the map. You're tenacious. I like it. Why do you like it so much?"
I'm starting to wonder if it doesn't satisfy my sadistic hobby of seducing me. The more I struggled, the more she seemed to rejoice. He said that when he teaches people to be strong, he feels a great sense of accomplishment, and it sounds like bullshit.
"Next is melee combat."
The last thing that came to me halfway to the limit was a melee combat, which is an extension of swordsmanship. Knife-fighting isn't just about knives. If you stick together while cutting each other, there may be situations where you have to hit the other with your arms or legs, or situations where you have to suppress with an articulator. This time I taught it.
"The skill I'm going to teach you today... is' Break a knot with a knee '."
In the name of that evil joke, I stopped being cold and said.
"What, what?"
"It's the technique of crushing the other person's balls with your knees. Now, stop spreading and get up."
"Crush what?"
"Come on, get up. You gonna keep lying there? Or what, you want me to smash your balls?"
Once again, I stood up faster than a cold shot arrow. It was clear to me that men with a certain type of disability who would not recommend it would be very pleased with the opportunity for a beauty to break her balls, but I was never.
Roughly like this, I grew up feeling like my day was getting tough enough to be a coward differently. The technique of crushing balls with knees was too anti-human, so let's skip the explanation.
"Well done, Guild Leader."
After a short shower in the guild, I greeted Karin with a trembling leg.
"Goodbye. Come early tomorrow."
"..."
That's how I got out of the guild after turning the morning into a barrel. This has been my work these days, which has been shaped. I woke up early in the morning, went to the guild, had a hell of a training session, and went to work around lunch. Being a Morning Man was not enough, and life was too sincere to work this hard.
Can we go home and get some sleep? Will you be able to wake up and restore damaged muscles? Can we just lie in bed and slowly remember what we learned today and imagine a stronger future?
I'm afraid it was a fucking dream thing.
As I said, I am basically poor, and this world is not a place where the poor can sleep comfortably just because they've been doing a little exercise.
"I don't have any money, fucker."
What kind of laziness can I have with a five-silver? It's time for work from now on. Goddamn it. I made a tough call. I forced my exhausted and heavy body to move to work. I can't imagine that on the fifth day of the week.
"Ame, you smell chewy. Real."
The place of arrival was the city's underground waterway.
Do you know the importance of water supply facilities? Water supply is an incredibly important facility that contributes the most to humanity's survival, enabling relatively clean water to be used conveniently while bringing water to the city. By not using dirty deceased people, the city is cleaned naturally, so disease rates are lower, people are healthier, and mortality rates are lower, leading to an increase in the population.
All kinds of garbage and filth flow into the underwater waterway and smell like dog chew. An introduction from the guild led me to find a 'part-time' job in the city.
From lunchtime to time, it was too much to go out of town hunting or clear quests. Because there is no one to go out with, and there is not much that can be done for that short period of time before the sun goes down. If I knew the geography around here, I would have gone out for some herb chips, but I couldn't do it for a while.
Inevitably, I have no choice but to find work in the city, and this [Ground Water Patrol] job is exactly what it is. It was a 5-Cooper Alba per day for adventurers of grade E or higher. A one-day walk that literally disappears when you eat, wash, and sleep.
"Are you here?"
"Yes, well done."
I greeted Mr. Murman, the patrol attendant. Groundwater was an important facility in its own right, requiring guards or patrols. We need to crack down on people who dump illegal garbage, or save monsters hiding in the water.
"Then let's go in."
"Yes."
A nasty smell stabbed me in the nose. I closed my nose with a rag like Mocktosh. Working hours are from this lunchtime to sunset. Bob already came and took the dry amount. You can look for specifics while turning around in the waterway during working hours like this.
Inside the black waterway, the moderate brightness was maintained by the sunlight that occasionally emanated from the gaps in the holes in the ground. But even this light beam disappears when you go down one more level. I need a lantern.
Before going down to the ground floor, Murman turns on the lantern. I relied on that light to navigate the waterway again.
"Wow, this is a big piece of junk."
"Hm... this is the location..."
I found a large piece of garbage that had flowed in. Bondi seems to have been brown and is now discolored in black with a slight twist. I didn't think I wanted to touch it because it looked so niggly. Record the location and the janitors will come and clean it up later.
"It's not worth the money."
"There is no one to give up money."
"Wow, what a convincing word."
"Let's take a little break here."
"Khh... you know something."
In fact, how can a person just patrol the whole time? You need to take a break in the middle, and you need to rest. Only Murph, who was in a decent position, lay uncovered with his cloak. I laid my cloak next to him, too.
"Good night."
"Good night."
It wasn't a good environment for sleeping because it smelled bad, but it was fine because it was somewhat adapted after blocking my nose. Above all, I felt like I could sleep with my eyes closed. If you wake up like this and say you worked a little longer, you'll get five coopers a day. I'm sorry to the adventurer guild for trusting me and giving me a job, but I was a fucking cocksucker.
It was when I was sleeping like that.
I opened my eyes to the creepy sensation I felt.
"Ah... fire."
I find the lantern calmly in the dark and set it on fire. Then the view unfolded.
"Uh, uh!"
I shouted in surprise. It was the slimes. There were so many fucking slimes. In a nutshell, I felt like a slime cruiser was coming. If there are a lot of slime cubs that are just dickboard monsters, I don't know what to do. If there are enough damn many of them, the story will get worse.
They come crawling at us slowly and very slowly.
"What the fuck, you ten bastards! Mr. Murman, you bastards!"
On the floor, on the wall, on the ceiling...! Those gelatinous creatures are gathering so much that they are creepy as if they are looking at a collection of frog eggs. Only then did Merman relax, rubbing his eyes.
"Ah, [waterway slimes]. It's dangerous to see it as purple. They're poisonous. Let's get out of here."
"Hey, there's a lot of modern shit?" "
"It's not a one- or two-time thing, be calm. Even if it's poisonous, you can't even touch the bare flesh."
Indeed, Murman was calm as a senior water scout. He teases the cook's feet and moves away from the slimes on the floor. In the first place, slimes are creatures that eat things like corpses and plants, not so fast, but without blunt mates. Maybe he knew we were dead bodies.
"Well... I think I've had too much sleep than I thought. We caught a few, and we couldn't go any further because of the massive slime in the water. I barely got out after a fierce engagement. 'You better report it."
"That's a damn good idea. Isn't Mr. Murman's head too good?"
"If you do this for a few years, this is how it works."
That's how we slaughtered the slimes. They are slow to escape, so they just find the translucent nuclei, stab their swords and pull them out, and they lose their elasticity and disappear into the liquid.
After a long time of satisfactory performance, we came up to the ground. Murman reported calmly with a serious expression, and I came out with the party as it was.
One couper for the bath, three for the inn, and one for the meal. Oh, fuck, it's just a day, I got it. I had to get up early tomorrow and go to the guild again.