Gun-ota ga Mahou Sekai ni Tensei Shitara, Gendai Heiki de Guntai Harem o Tsukucchaimashita!?

Lute, twelve.

In the afternoon after the tea party, I change from butler clothes to a rough outfit in my own room.

Because I have combat training with Mr. Gigi this afternoon.

When you finish dressing, move to the backyard.

When I finish prep gymnastics, I circle around the mansion for five builds of strength.

After the break, make a hand set up with Mr. Gigi.

There is hardly any genre in the Demon Continent.

So even when it comes to practice, the main thing is the combiner that even assumes a real fight.

In the beginning...

"Lute is too scared to hurt his opponent more than he needs to. Even if it's practice... No, it's practice, so do it in the mood to beat it without hesitation. Most wounds heal with healing magic, so it's okay."

I received the same attention every time in the early days of practice.

In Japan in previous life, we have lived in a world completely unrelated to violence.

I've been reincarnated into this other world and killed demons with revolvers and AK47. But I've never hit or shot people - people who can exchange words and communicate with each other.

Even though the practice, it was still resistant to beat each other up without any safety equipment like gloves or headgear.

But if you've been working together for about a year or more, you'll get used to it and be free of confusion.

Now he was beating Mr. Gigi with all his might every time, aiding his body with physical enhancement.

"Deya!"

"The attack is cluttered. Assemble your moves in anticipation of the next development. If we're just gonna beat each other up, even kids can do it."

The right straight is turned to the side and gently dodged.

Left fist (a jab-like punch) is punched in, and the momentum to crush the bone where the leg stops, the right side kick releases toward me.

I guarded and distanced myself with both arms.

Gigi, head of security at the Brad family, is a magician B Plus.

That can be said to be the limit that a normal magician can reach.

Of course, there's up there. My husband, our Lord, is a Class A.

But it's heaven and earth compared to the amount of magic I have no magician talent for.

With a lot of magic, attack, defense, travel speed, reflex nerves, etc. are all in your favor over there.

Naturally, the amount of magic you can pour is different.

As soon as I use enough magic to cover my entire body, I'll be bottomed out.

Furthermore, Mr. Gigi is more capable of basic exercise than his racial self because of his beast race.

If you lose your mind, they'll knock you down in less than ten seconds.

So the first thing I should do - focus my magic on my eyes so I don't get a fatal blow!

reflex nerve, simultaneously improves motor vision.

Ducking around Mr. Gigi's left hook thanks to you.

All in return, I return an upper that sinks my knees and pokes them up from body to body.

Mr. Gigi didn't try to avoid it. He took it with one hand.

Do the assembler that way until time.

Next move on to swordsmanship training.

Swordsmanship training is even bareback with a wooden knife & meets in the same way as body surgery.

"Lute has something glowing in his body technique, but he has no talent for swordsmanship. So, anyway, consolidate the foundation and focus on defense. Unlike body surgery, a knife can kill you."

Mr. Gigi also tells the person from the front what is difficult to say.

Besides, there's no particular follow-up. Thoroughly!

But I guess this is also Mr. Gigi's kindness.

It is more efficient and useful in action to focus on training just pointing out weaknesses and compensating rather than praising them poorly and putting them on track.

Even the swordsmanship meeting forced Mr. Gigi to thoroughly defend himself.

I'm trained to take even Mr. Gigi's wooden knife.

In action, they say it's more important to be untouched than to put a sword on an enemy.

If a sword frightens even a machete, a creature slows its movement.

Even if the wound is shallow, the amount of bleeding increases over time and the performance of the flesh decreases.

A magician can treat wounds with healing magic, but the average person is finished.

To avoid that, in swordsmanship training, I was even made to practice defense.

At the end of a stretch of training, we wipe the sweat with a clean cloth.

In the meantime, Gigi also taught me how to fight in action if the magician was his opponent.

"Anyway, when fighting a sorcerer, crush the distance and bring it into melee. Unchanted is a threat, but it's more dangerous to be distanced and attacked from a distance than that. I can't get my hands on this one, and I can't get my hands or my legs to defeat it."

But, he adds.

"If a mage above A level is your opponent, just focus on running away anyway. Don't think about fighting. It's no use fighting. It's no different than suicide."

"That's because I don't have the talent of a magician, but Mr. Gigi is a B-plus, right? Still?

"Oh. Once upon a time, I fought but not with my hands or my legs. Class A is the realm of a handful of geniuses. There's no chance."

Mr. Gigi narrows his eyes to recall a distant past.

- I felt a light of hatred blinking in my eyes.

I think it's my fault, and I bump into more questions.

Because I couldn't imagine the strength of A level.

"How strong are you actually? I say you don't have a chance, but your opponent is also a creature. I feel like I can do as many A grades as I want..."

"... it's quicker to experience it than to explain it in words. Fortunately, there is a mage A in the mansion - if you make a rumor. Sir."

Mr. Gigi catches Count Dan Gate Blood who came out for a walk and asks for a practice opponent - a mock fight.

My husband accepted my pleasure.

"Ha ha ha ha! Let's see how strong Lute is!

"Sir, don't forget to give us a break. If you let Lute die, the lady won't be able to talk to you for a month."

"Ha-ha-ha! Don't bother with that, for sure! A month is too long!

Are you treating me to that extent even if I die......

"Lute, pull yourself together. For once, as long as I live, I can cure it with my healing magic, but when I die instantly, I can't help it."

"Immediate death... don't be scared."

Reply to Gigi's point.

But he's right. Focused my consciousness again.

Put your temper back into the body that is out of strength.

Totally switched feelings and body.

My husband hands Mr. Gigi his undressed jacket.

He carefully folded the Lord's garments in his hands as a subordinate.

…………

Eyes on your husband's body again.

To a height of more than two metres, muscles packed to the limit.

Skin is light black and metallic.

You won't have to assist your body with physical enhancement surgery, you'll have enough power to easily destroy walls.

But not so soft as to butt in to that extent now.

"... in order to do it, the other husband can't help you, are you sure?

In response to this remark, I feel that Mr. Gigi is turning his pity eyes to me, as if to see a black and white rabbit in tune before the dragon.

No, I'm sure it's your fault.

My husband urges me to smile in a good mood.

"Ha ha ha ha! Of course! I knew a man had to be as prestigious as this! Now, don't hesitate to call me anytime!

"Yes! I'm going!

Leading Must Win!

Even though I was committed to saving energy, because of today's training, magic is about to be the limit.

They are employers, but they take the word 'don't hesitate'.

I put all my energy into the blow.

Strengthens vision, leg strength!

Run like a bullet and stick your right arm out at the shortest distance.

Synonymous moves of Japanese martial arts, straight through!

My husband hasn't even been able to react, and he doesn't even try to put up a resistance.

Keep your kinetic energy on your fist and don't hesitate to tap into your pigeon tail, which is hard to work out in training.

The blow did go in.

But my husband did not brag, nor did he lag behind.

I didn't get one look on my face, and I haven't changed it with a smile on my face.

The feeling of beating my husband seemed to be multiple wraps of rugged, flexible rubber tires on thick iron plates.

Instead, my fist, which I hit, hurts more, creating a painful look.

My husband raises his left arm to the height of his own face.

"Hmm!"

"Huh!?

Swing your left arm to pay even for a fly.

A big mess of blows.

Yet I learn so much fear that my spine freezes.

Cross your arms!

Turn all remaining magic into Resistance - Defense.

When my husband's arm hit the guard, my body burst like a pussy ball played with rubber.

Clash from the back to a tree about ten meters away with a no-bound.

Trees make noise breaks with 'Merrimeri'.

I developed a resistance with magic on my back and avoided fatal injuries.

Nonetheless, both arms crumble, breaking his right shoulder and many abrasions.

"Huh!!!"

Did a broken bone pierce your gut or spit blood out of your mouth?

Severe pain struck my whole body, on top of not being able to help my body.

Mr. Gigi rarely changes his blood phase and rushes at the edge of his growing vision.

―――― ――

I felt a distant ear listening to Mr. Gigi chant.

The feeling of the eye lid getting heavy like lead and falling into a hole so deep that the bottom is invisible.

I understood the moment of unconsciousness - literally staining my bones with the meaning of Mr. Gigi's words.

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"I see that happened"

The night I had a mock fight with my husband.

Me and my maid director, Merse, were serving at the night club.

At the night club, the lady said, 'I heard a loud noise from the backyard, but do you know what Mr. Lute is?' He asked.

There's no reason to hide it, so I'll play a mock fight with my husband and teach him that he lost a blow with no hands, no legs.

He was severely injured when he crashed into the trunk of a tree, but when I told him that Mr. Gigi's healing magic had completely healed him, the lady stroked his chest down.

"But I heard your husband was strong, but I didn't know he was that strong."

"But Mr. Lute is amazing at having a spear with a magician A class father."

"It's just practice."

I don't want to fight my husband again, even in practice!

I just can't let the lady hear such an ill-dressed thing, I smiled and kept her humble.

Mr. Merse pours a replacement into the empty cup.

There was a good smell of incense tea in the room.

The lady accidentally clouds her expression from the seemingly pleasant smile she had just had.

Not knowing the cause and surprised, she got lost. Even reluctantly wrote a letter to the mini blackboard.

'... why does Mr. Lute strive to be strong? It's not like you have magician talent, is it?

He seemed hesitant to ask others if they had magician talent.

The lady was also jerked off because of her lack of talent and she was pulled off.

I guess it was hard to ask because I was traumatized by landmines when I stopped by them.

Nothing. I'm not bored with trauma because I don't have magician talent. I talked honestly about my thoughts without making an unpleasant face.

Sure, I have no talent as a magician, but I have a desire to protect my loved ones in my chest. So, what I can do - I'm polishing my magic operations with energy savings and my fighting skills with fists and swords.

Once upon a time, a flock of goblins attacked me when my children played in the river in the village where I lived and my loved ones picked me up.

But because of my training, I didn't have to let one of my children and loved ones die - and I skip the handgun relationship because it's a hassle to explain.

From such past experiences, I continue to train. If there were another similar incident, he said he was trying to protect his loved ones.

…………

The lady was listening with a serious look.

I don't see the colors to accuse me of being a fool who aspires to be a magician even though I don't have the talent. Rather, some sort of admirable and respectful light dwelt in my eyes.

The lady writes letters on the mini blackboard.

'I think it's a great idea. Mr. Lute is an amazing man. "

"... no, I just did what I could"

The lady writes letters again.

'If I'm not interrupting... can I give you a tour of tomorrow's training through the window?

I'm not the only one who makes this offer, Mr. Merse also makes a surprise look.

Did you take that attitude as a denial, the lady frowns sadly and gives out a mini blackboard.

"No, is it?

"Yes, no. There is no extermination either. I'll tell Gigi to train tomorrow in the courtyard you can see through this window."

"Please, I'm so excited."

He's really happy, and he mouths the pudding in a good mood.

Mr. Merse gently wipes his eyes so that the lady doesn't notice.

A lady who was afraid to get out of her room tells herself that she wanted to see the training - even out the window.

How much progress is that?

I guess I'd be really happy to take even a small step if I tried from old stocks like Mr. Merse, who had been on my side long after the lady was born.

I'm determined to ask Gigi to train in the courtyard tomorrow after the night club. He also adores the lady - one who truly admires the Brad family.

I'm sure you'll be happy to raise your hands.

I imagine Gigi's delightful face, funny and flaccid mouth.

The lady noticed me and tilted my neck, but I was duly deluded.