Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

It's been ten days since I was promoted to a D-class adventurer.

The last time I saw Copson, I told him about his promotion, so I fell into complete jealousy and was forced to drink alcohol and calm him down in a barrel of extreme turmoil.

It was truly a pleasant experience to show off to a drunken, groggy Copson for hours. I never felt better about this world than bragging to someone worse than me.

'Oh, shit!'

Copson's cry is still vivid.

I raised my mouth.

In my home land in the Blue Star District, it is said that when Sadon buys land or a friend is promoted, his stomach hurts. Surprisingly, it was also common in this world. For human nature, whether in the world or on earth, is the same.

Anyway, this was the first time I've met Copson since then.

I didn't see him for a few days, and he was friendly again.

"Oh, Barbarian Shack! Nice to meet you!"

As soon as I met him, his tension was not unusual.

"Have you been drinking since morning?"

"What does that mean? Let's hear my story!"

Copson, who said so, was somehow confronting a young man who seemed to be reluctant. Who is it, Copson? It looked quite like a hobby to have a green bobcut on a man's subject.

You're playing with each other.

Anyway, Copson, who suddenly showed up, started to stutter. I was just listening slowly, because I never walked into a story like this.

What the hell kind of bullshit is this?

"So what do you think? Isn't that a good job?"

To summarize his remarks, which he was excited about--

Shouldn't you go out to the Arena?

- It was this.

"I don't understand any more nonsense..."

"No, it's Class D now, isn't it? Isn't it time to play in the big water?"

I don't think the Arena is big water.

The Arena is just a gamble. Of course, it would be fun to watch monsters and gladiators splash blood and clot, but it was the kind of combat you could only get out of the city right now.

It means nothing more to me than gambling.

When I was in Krashheim, I used to spend a lot of money.

"Hey, Durban. Take a look. Isn't this the right guy?"

"Hmm... I guess so."

A man in a green bobcut called Durban began to observe my body from head to toe.

What the fuck, man. Do you even pick a freshman?

"... so you?"

"Oh, I'm Durban, who works at the Arena. I'm a friend of Copson's. Please call me Durban."

Copson's friend?

I was just trying to be friendly, because it looks good. A friend of a friend is a friend. From the old days, all the villagers were friends.

"Yes? Then Durban. Why don't you elaborate on what this crazy Copson is talking about?"

"That's the truth..."

Durban spoke.

"The player in charge of the opening of the Arena drank and got pregnant. Ah, opening is an event where the right athlete fights against weak monsters like Goblins and Cobalt and gets excited before the main game starts. Anyway, the player got hurt and couldn't get the opening going... because I'm worried about how to save the player tomorrow."

This son of a bitch talks too long.

"Well, you're a very talkative friend, aren't you?"

"So I consulted Copson, and one of his friends finally said he was a" D "adventurer. I came here because I thought I should ask him. Certainly D-grade talent."

So, it's a situation where a player who runs in the arena has to get hurt and save the battlefield. I figured out what's going on.

But do you really need it?

The gladiators must be overflowing.

Don't you have to ask me?

"Oh, that. The dizzy players don't want to open. Athletes are divided into classes, but it's the lowest-ranking athlete in charge of the opening. So I'm trying to save people from the outside..."

"Do you want me to do this?"

"That's it. Class D, I'm sure. Yeah, yeah. I have an impact."

"Impact?"

"Black hair. He was from Mirkesha. He was real. With that kind of impact, I wouldn't complain if I were to use an alternate gladiator. Audiences love impact."

To tell you the truth, Copson brought my story out to him, and he said he was a barbarian, so he came here with a hot bite. D Adventurers from Barbarians were not very common.

I feel a little bad, but I haven't heard about the money yet, so I decided to look at the situation.

"Impact... Impact is good. So how much per day? That would be an impact, wouldn't it?"

"You don't have to worry about that. It won't take 30 minutes for two openings, but one silver a day."

"One silver in thirty minutes???!!!"

I was shocked by the amount of that impact, and shouted impactfully as I made an impact jump.

"Yeah, you're interested, aren't you? Won't you do it?"

Copson and Durban were like lucky blue birds when I saw them. No, there are all these crosshairs! Missing this opportunity was the stupidest shortcut!

However, I decided to ask you a few questions before it gets hot.

"Not dangerous?"

"I'll show you the contract. An experienced D-class adventurer like you wouldn't be in any danger. Most of all... yes, the body is strong. You've killed countless Goblins, haven't you?"

"Yes."

I received a contract from him.

There was no problem reading the article. According to the contract, as the gladiator responsible for the opening of the Arena tomorrow, three Kobolt monsters will face each other in one match. And it's called three Goblins in two games.

... it was dog cocksuckers that could get rid of it in a minute.

You got six of these and a silver one? It's too chewy.

"Well..."

Should we do it?

Goblins and cobalt cost a lot of money.

"Durban."

"Huh?"

"Do you mind if I take a picture here?"

I applied to him for a handshake.

I think Copson introduced me to a good friend.

Durban smiles and shook my hand.

"Hey, thank you both so much. If I hadn't saved the player, I would have had to choose one of the gladiators, and I could have been killed."

"Thank you. I appreciate it even more. Does one silver make sense to you?"

Me and Durban became friends in no time. As soon as the disturbance was filmed, we walked the streets with three comrades shoulder to shoulder. I was the center, and I sang the first song. Copson then sang, and Durban sang.

Our friendship became darker as we got excited.

"Oh, before that. It's in the contract, but you know the outfits are subject to the rules of our Arena."

"Of course."

It says you need to use the equipment of the Arena, not my equipment. But what does it matter? Even though I fought naked, about three Goblins were cocksuckers.

If you hold only one young leg and turn it around, you won't be able to beat the Mac.

"And again... this is the most important thing, the choreography is important. It's a showmanship.Can you say character? After all, it is most important to defeat monsters by showing your exaggeration like an actor in a play. That's the impact, Impact. Impact."

This is my Taekwondo and real estate laws. And you can read all sorts of relics and show them frightening martial arts. Impact is confident.

"I'm good at that shit again. Don't worry."

"It's the best I know. The Barbarians in battle are legendary Berserkers!"

We were excited to go for a drink like this, but Durban was scared that he couldn't lose another player.

"So, Cat! Come in front of the Arena before tomorrow morning!"

"Yes! Get in there!"

Then I sent Durban and only Copson and the two of them left.

"Son of a bitch, you asked for something useful."

"Uh-huh, if you get it per day, you'll be drinking with it."

"Absolutely!"

"Hmph, it's so cool! Good! Tomorrow I'll go to the Arena and gamble. This is one. Isn't it our Barbarian debut? I'll go unconditionally. I'll have to wager the battle with the money I collected."

"Fuck me."

"Unfortunately, I can't pay for the opening."

"Fuck you."

I had a quick meal with Copson and let him break up with him as well.

What came out this morning was to go to the guild for work, and I met the lucky blue bird Copson, and I got a great job. One silver for a 30-minute game, gladiator. Isn't that a good job?

I went back to the place Claudie was waiting for, bursting with a smile of joy as I became single.

I can't get up from the rest of the bed after another violent night last night. So I came out alone. Opening the door, she raises her body while still lying in bed.

"Claudie, I'm here!"

"Huh? You're a little late?"

"I met Copson. I've been eating since I was born."

I took off my gear and sat down on the bed.

"Ah, that fellow? But what makes you feel good?"

"I've got a really good job."

"Really?"

I explained to Claudie about the Arena.

Claudie nods as if she is interesting when she hears the story. I'm a girl who likes this, but I'm pretty excited that I'm going out.

"So I joined the opening tomorrow morning, this. Let's take a break tomorrow. Come see the game. Well, if you just knock Goblin and Cobalt, it's over."

"Well... I'm really excited to think about it. Can you get the money?"

"No, I can't open it."

That way, I can rest today and enter the game tomorrow. The rest of the day... yeah, let's go on a date with Claudie.

* * *

When I arrived in front of the Arena in the morning, Durban waved his hand at me.

"Cat! Over here! Here!"

"Oh, yeah. Durban, how did you get in yesterday?"

"Yeah, come on in."

I followed his instructions into the Arena. Istanbul's Arena looked exactly like the miniature of the Colosseum, but the ancient Rome was small compared to it, but at least it looked similar to what it looked like.

Durban's guidance was underground.

The basement was very bright. I was using something called a global light-emitter. Horse tools or the use of special minerals such as luminescent ores? I don't know, but I felt a modern listening. There are also things like this because they make good money.

Anyway, I walked down that narrow underground path.

"Well, now that you've changed your clothes into paid equipment, you're going to get a little training and wait a little while before you enter the game."

"Exactly. The opponent is Kobolt Three and Goblin Three as promised, right?"

"Absolutely. What, do you think we're gonna trick you into coming out of nowhere with an oak? It's all that professional athletes have to save to deal with. Opening is a thrilling event. Be as impactful as you can be, okay?"

Walking down the corner, of course.

The warriors were herded with swords and swords.

Somehow, I feel like I have to get out of here except for one.

"This is a waiting area."

"..."

The gaze was on me.

They were all revealing bursting muscles, wearing manipulative armor and trimming their gear. Some of them were serious martyrs wearing bikini armor despite the male ligaments, and as soon as they met him, they were half tired.

"Hey, Durban. Who the hell is that ear guy over there?"

One of them, the evil gladiator, who looked clean, asked Durban.

It looked really strong.

If you don't fight this son of a bitch for three seconds, the flesh will be torn. Gladiators are synonymous with professional serial killers. Monsters that slice and kill people with only poor armor and short weapons like a stage costume.

You can get close to that son of a bitch. I just closed my mouth.

"Ah, a friend named Katra, who will be in charge of Sodotar's band. I've been outsourcing my opening today."

"Is that so... Oh/f/ning. Ghh, ghh!"

- Uh-huh!

- Kukukukuku!

- Kakakakat!

"What? Did you ring a laughing bell anywhere?"

Somehow gladiators suddenly started laughing.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

So I laughed together.

Suddenly, in a frenzied atmosphere, I mingled with gladiators and laughed with all my might. I don't know what it is, but I didn't notice enough when everyone was laughing.

You should laugh together when you smile.