Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

"That nigger's got his head in her chest again. Here, I got the money. 20 silver. Thirty-nine silver today. Come on, nigga, give me a round of applause."

- Pair!!!

I took my face off Claudie's chest while clapping.

"Let's go to the monastery now. I feel like I'm ripping my heart out because I keep seeing nigger arms. I need a quick treatment for an hour. Come on, get up."

"Yep."

You have a lot of work to do today.

So I went to the Relief Monastery with a hand on Winia. I have a lot of work to do here these days. I can't do it without using heels as a real means of recovery.

If only I had the money.

"I'm here with an arm fracture."

"Well, you use your body so hard?"

"That's it."

I entered the monastery, received the priest at the counter, and waited for a moment. People like this are moving reluctantly, and I feel a contradictory vibe. It's a busy place in many ways.

The liveliness of these healthcare facilities is proof that the world is fierce.

"Nigga, I'm here to talk, but first, take your body first. What's the use of money and butterflies and dying? You understand? Don't use your body."

"I know damn well. Winia Marma."

"I don't think Winia knows because she's a wizard. Cat is also one of the cool parts."

"My sister and I have a lot to think about. Ehh."

I was sitting in the passenger seat trying to reach Nogary, so the priest called my name and stood up. Following the instructions, it was also a fascinating multidisciplinary treatment room.

Inside, the wounded are being healed by nuns and priests. I checked to see if I had a face, but I didn't really have one.

"You're here with an arm fracture? What's your name?"

As I waited roughly, a seemingly seaweed-haired blonde nun approached me and asked.

"This is Cat."

"That's right. I'm Shasha."

He bowed his head, greeted her and informed her of the symptoms.

"First of all, I did first aid."

"Excellent. I'll start the treatment."

"But I say the fracture is superficial, and the heel sticks to the bone?"

"Well... that's a little different for everyone. If some of you stop the blood, regenerate the wounds, remove the scars, it would seem that I have the power, especially on the bone side, to regenerate."

The nun explained it in a quite cooked tone, unlike the impression that she seemed tired. Taken together, this was also the sound of this world.

For me, it's a mysterious concept like Hill or magic or there, so I just need to move on.

It's a miracle that only light will heal the wounds.

I must say, the same is true of Mana, who sits in my body.

"Now, extend your arms."

As I slowly put my arm on the table with care for the pain, the skilful nun grabbed my arm.

"Bandit...!"

I feel pain just by touching it.

Fractures are also fractures.

"I'm going to start the treatment. It may hurt, but you can't yell."

"I'm not a kid, I'm going to scream."

The nun raised her prayer in a small voice. Then, as her hands began to glow with green light, she felt a warm aura.

Getting heels doesn't hurt at all.

This cured gamgaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!

"Teaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeae!!!!!!"

"Argh! Quiet!"

At that moment, I felt the agony of the nun dying by holding my arm as tightly as she could. I can't say, "You bitch!" I bite my molars tightly to suppress the pain.

No, chew! It could hurt!

It's okay to fight, but I can't stand it because I feel a lot of pain in the non-combat state!

"It's a little violent, but I like to stick to my bones with this kind of divine power. Rest assured."

"Huff...!"

"Hmmm, I can feel the mana… This doesn't work so well… Well, it doesn't matter because natural healing is better with mana anyway."

Karin told me once.

If you're good enough, you don't even get dizzy heels. I'd rather eat potions cheaply.

My guess is that maybe the amount of manna that I have in my body, or a similar concept, is going to reduce my recovery. The stronger it is, the higher the cost of treatment.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!"

"You're such a terrible patient! Quiet down! You can chew up monsters like this! Shut your mouth!"

"It hurts so much, motherfucker!!! It really fucking hurts, please stop!!"

"Boning usually hurts!! That's why I'm going to use it hard, I'm not going to use it!"

Suddenly, the nun threatened him with incommunicado violence.

I felt like I was being punished for using my body so hard!

"I won't use it! I won't use it, so please be gentle!!!"

"Swear to Ishatarehdi that you will never hurt him again before it hurts you more!"

"Who is it!!!"

"Mercy and opportunity! And the goddess of recovery!!"

"Okay, I swear!"

"All right! You'll never get hurt again!"

"Yes! Yes! I'm not hurt, please!"

I endured a hell of a healing time like that.

Even though the nun pleaded to swear to a god I didn't know what it was, she only kept saying not to get hurt while ignoring it.

I know, but I was so fucking sick that I just felt like a fucking dog.

It's about to bubble out of your mouth.

I think it's going to turn upside down, but I was worried that this might awaken my compulsion.

"It's over. Are your arms okay?"

"Argh...! Whoo!"

They're all fucking robbed.

I looked at my arm. I thought I'd feel pain, but I didn't feel anything unexpected. Did your brain taste bad because of the extreme pain?

Or did you lose your nerve?

"It doesn't hurt?"

"I felt stuck once. But it's not completely attached, it's probably weakened, so live with the splints for a few weeks. But there will be no disruption in your daily life."

"... the method seems a little harsh, but thank you. But I have a good potion on my bones, so can I get a drink of that?"

"Of course I do. And... if you come back with a broken bone, it'll hurt the same."

"Joe, this is so scary."

"Then I'm gonna get hurt, or am I gonna get hurt?"

"I'll never get hurt!"

I came out of the treatment room with such an oath.

The nun said it was her last service, and she wrapped her splint around my arm.

It was really a fanatic obsession with recovery. In her intimidation, I felt a firm belief that I wished there were no patients in this world.

With today's lesson, let's make sure we eat hard so that we never get fractured again. Either it hurt or it hurt more than it did when I fought Troll.

Even if you feel pain during combat, you can feel a billion people, but you can feel even greater in the safe zone. This is a space separate from pain.

"Cat. I heard screaming."

"I feel bad. Anyway, let's go back."

"Before you go, nigger, have a potion."

"Yes."

I immediately completed the potion.

I waited a while to see the reaction, but I don't know the difference apart from feeling hot.

Now there's something I need to do.

Let's take a break.

Soon it's sunset time.

"Oh, I'm hungry. Nigga, sister. Let's go get some meat."

"Oh, my."

Trying to get back to the house, Winia came out and grabbed Claudie's collar and said, Then I was fucking hungry.

"Good!"

I immediately went to a nearby restaurant and ate meat without a circle. It was a little pricey, but today we make a lot of money and it doesn't matter.

Then I returned to my home to finish my day.

I completed the quest, and I disposed of the loot. Finally, you can rest now that you've been treated and filled your stomach.

Unpack and wash. After everything, I lay in bed with Winia and Claudie next to me as usual.

"Nigga, what happened to that curb light?"

"Well."

I'll take care of it in town. I've only deliberately conveyed the facts of the case to the chief, so in his judgement the order will be established.

"Is it hard to be forgiven? Now that you've done that."

Claudie stroked my chest and said,

"I guess that's a good chance."

A deviation committed by a fool poses a serious threat and damage to the community.

Is this forgivable?

It will be different from what you see, but what is certain is that whatever society it is, it will not just move on.

"Well, it was Mojiri who did it, so I might have forgiven him."

Winia grabbed my neck while speaking nonverbally. In fact, it was not even an algebraic problem.

A world where people and monsters live in quarrels.

Such a minor problem is of no value.

More than that, the question of how CoolCool will live in the Arena will be of greater value to many people.

It is such a problem.

"Cat... but I can't take it anymore."

"Nigga, I'm so tired of my belly."

Well, I can't rest until dawn today.

"Exactly."

* * *

It's been a week.

Recovery was not easy with proper nutrition and rest, but during the treatment period, Kim became the world's White Water Cat.

I borrowed a book from the library or killed time.

Of course, the training didn't go against it.

Except for the injured left arm.

I tried to invent my own M.O., but I gave up because it was harder than I thought to handle a two-handed sword.

Apart from that, I think it's too late to go to the Adventurer Guild to gather information or stop by the library.

I said goodbye to Karin in the middle, and I met Risha.

Winia bought a new magic book at the Tower of Horses and showed high concentration and demonstrated the magic. Claudie had to wake up at dawn by noon.

"Let the nigger out?"

"I need you to stop by the Adventurer Guild."

"Just get some rest. I like the nigger's hard work, but I just want him to rest."

"I don't need any outside air, so it's too cold. I'll be back before lunch."

"Yes, of course. The nigger wants to go for a walk."

"Do you have something to buy?"

"Not today."

I just armed myself with a simple weapon and went outside.

I didn't splint. There was no disruption in everyday life. I don't feel any pain, but I don't intend to crowd. I just have to use it for everyday use until I fully recover.

It was when I crossed the boulevard and entered the Adventurer Guild.

"Barbarian."

"Cobb."

I grabbed my shoulder.

"Shack."

"Son?"

Looking back, the usual blonde spatula was smiling. You son of a... It's been a long time.

I first see Alaune and leave the jungle.

"Teenagers, you look so damn healthy. What have you been up to?"

"Isn't it the same as usual? It's so nice to see you."

"Would you like to go get a drink?"

"What brings you out first? Come on."

From that morning, I entered an old, dark bar in the corner of the city. This is a place Copson knows very well.

We ordered rum and dried hazelnuts as we talked about each other's situation.

"Uh-huh, you bastard. I gambled all the money in the jungle."

"Honestly, I thought I could be a great daughter because I risked my life once. I went to a distant dungeon because of the debt... It was a terrible experience."

Dungeon?

"What dungeon? Was there something like that?"

"I'd say it's the basement of a forgotten temple rather than a dungeon. It was found in the Far Mountains, where scholars and wizards hired E class adventurers for business. But it's a horse dungeon. Actually, it's just a hoax. It looks like you killed a whole bunch of giant bugs... It's horrible. After the jungle, there were a lot of big bug monsters nearby."

"What a world."

"I hate bugs so much. I hate gross."

"I'm from a farmhouse."

"So I don't like farming."

Roughly the same story.

Copson was working hard near Isvant, too. But what kind of rich movie is he obsessed with gambling?

Then I get hurt once in a while.

"But the Barbarians. Have you heard that story?"

"What is it?"

"I'm talking about that big story."

"I don't know what it is."

Copson, who inhaled rum, said with a serious face as he lowered the cup.

"The meteorites have fallen tremendously."