Helping with Adventurer Party Management

"Welcome, you"

Swiberry, her husband, answers the voice sent by his wife.

"This next expedition could be just a little longer. But it won't last more than seven days."

Swiberry now attends work from the Grand Merchant's Hall in First Class.

Until then, as deputy chief of the Swordtooth Corps, my life living with the other members of the Corps in one of the buildings I rented out in the Corps has completely changed since my marriage to the daughter of the great merchant.

Large rooms, high heaven, dust-free polished wood floors, bright white lacquer with no oil and smoke stains, even though the land is said to be limited within the walls.

Not long after he got married, his young wife wanted to put a lot of things in the room, but Swiberry kept his room to a minimum of conditioning.

If you can't walk, the adventurer is finished.

Still, it's early to start pinching belly meat.

For Swiberry, the ideal commander is Jilboa, who belongs to the Sword Tooth Corps to get closer to him.

You can't be the kind of man to disgrace the captain.

Before leaving, retighten the Devil's Sword on the Sword Band and the Shoelace of the Guardian.

The Devil's Sword is a very expensive thing, so lock it in the long cabinet of the room and keep it away from servants. I also take care of myself.

Guardian shoes are a testament to first-rate adventurers. It seems to be increasing these days, but with its rarity over the price, it's hard to come around by the average adventurer.

Swivelry owns three pairs of those precious shoes.

Because in addition to the one foot that I owned from the beginning, it will be paid preferentially to the Swordtooth Corps.

In addition, one leg is repaired and stored for damage and destruction.

Other than soles, repairs are possible in regular shoe shops.

I can give it to a rookie in the regiment, but I don't have a foot-sized person just like me.

Swivelry is skinny but tall.

It's enough to get into five fingers, even with all the well-fitted members.

Even with Jilboa, he's about half as tall as his head.

And then I stare at my own hand with my shoelaces tightened.

Large palms and long fingers, similar to foot size.

I'm not used to it right now.

Swivelry remembered her childhood.

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"Hey, Chibi Berry, if you screw up, take it!

"Damn! Yes! Damn!

"Whoa, heh, whoa, whoa!

Boys who see tree branches on their swords, swing and play.

No shapes, no moves. It was a naive thing that didn't leave the playing field, but it was also a play where stature and the age to guarantee it were decisive.

Swivelry was not tall when he was a kid. Thin shapes were unchanged, but childhood boys are all thin, if not upper class.

"Stay!

And I get slapped again.

The branches you shake don't stay with the other person, the other branch reaches you, its unreasonable.

With tree branches, he responds when he is beaten many times, albeit by the power of a child.

"Damn it! I'm off for a minute! I'm gonna practice!

If there was anything unusual about Swivelry, it was an attempt to make sense of the act of waving branches of trees.

Maybe it was because I was accustomed to seeing the other boys wield by force and how I could beat myself inferior to my physique.

"Dad, I'm gonna practice a little!

And Swiberry's father once stood up as an adventurer employed in a caravan.

Now, it also provides for swivelry and family by quitting and selling groceries in rural areas close to the city and plowing small fields.

As a father, I disagreed that a small swivelry of stature would become an adventurer, but in this world where monsters might strike, I had never rubbed it to be as usable as a sword, and sometimes I had an archery.

Swiberry loved to hear from his father about his days as a caravan escort.

"Hey, Dad, what can I do to fight a guy who's bigger than me?

"Hmm? What, you lost again?

"I didn't lose! Operation in progress!"

"Right, right."

Laughing at the musty boy, he brutally ruffles his head.

The hand was missing a few fingertips.

Swiberry's father retired from escorting the caravan because he was injured and lost his finger in the battle against the monster.

I could have forced myself to go on, but the lack of a finger to hold the weapon was also an opportunity to think about the future of my life.

"Right. Big opponent? The big guy, he's powerful. Big guys are more or less strong. What would you do if it were on a guy like that? If you're a dad, don't get away with it."

"Yes!? Are you running away?

My father's answer was not to satisfy Swivelry.

"Yes. Run away. If he dies, he dies."

"But Dad was escorting the carriage, wasn't he? Then you won't get away with it, will you?

"Right. Sometimes that happens. In that case..."

"In that case?

I get caught up in my father's story and turn myself in.

"Use a bow"

"Eh! Cheating!"

"It's not cheating. If you're far away, it doesn't matter if you're big or small. Instead, the big guy is good."

"Hmm... Yeah, but come on, then, when you don't have a bow?

"Use Spear"

"Again? What about the sword?

"You didn't use the sword much. First, the sword is high. I use a lot of steel, and when I use it, the blade will apply, so I have to put it out to grind. The grinding costs are very high again. Besides, it's hard to hit hard bones when slashing enemies or bending over when pulling them out. A distorted sword can no longer be sheathed. Then I'll hit you back. It costs money again. So I didn't really use my sword with my escort."

"I don't have a dream."

"Instead, you used the dagger better. There's no place to wave a sword when the enemy pushes over and it's really close. It could hit the neighbor's side. It's just that daggers are really a last resort. I don't really want to do that."

"Hmm... So, if there was only a sword, if the enemy was bigger than himself, and he could escape, what would you do?

"Well, assuming that happened, don't replace the sword with a spear or dagger"

"What do you mean?

I tried to answer ahead, and my mother's thunder fell on my father.

"Hey, Dad! What are you doing back in the grocery business? My neighbor Ivanov wants me to grind the sickle!

Swiberry's mother is from this village. On several occasions when the caravan passed through the village, my father was more in love with my mother and married with the promise "if I were to quit the adventurer".

My father asks me to divide the fields in the form of a son-in-law entering my mother's house, and I use my connections from the time of the caravan escort to build my place in the village as a grocery store and anything store.

In the days of caravan escorts, I basically had to look after myself, and that was true about my weapons. So I had to acquire the skill of sharpening my sword and repairing my leather armor even though I didn't like it.

"Well, that's the thing. And then think for yourself. Good luck."

I shrugged my shoulder and my father went back to the store.

The leftover swivelry thinks with a still small head.

What does it mean to substitute a sword for a spear?

Does that mean reaching out to reach far?

In the form of an extended hand, while waving the branches of a tree several times, I decided to try and poke the branches in the face of the spear.

A little, I felt it arrived far away.

"But this is a sword, so have more ends..."

I'll take the end and poke it.

"Hey, don't glare. I think I'll try holding it with both hands..."

Mark and mark the tree appropriately.

Reach out, line the ground, and poke slowly.

"I don't know if I can get this far. And then, if we can make this fast..."

On that day, Swiberry repeated the poke without getting tired of it until the sun set.