Helping with Adventurer Party Management

Things were different that day when I came to my usual place in the woods for an audition.

Around the day, the standing tree I used to practice poking has been broken from the middle of nowhere.

Bear, or pig.

If you are a large animal, you may defeat something eye-catching to power to claim your territory.

About that, the tree in front of me seemed to be broken by force.

"If it were a beast, the table would be more luxurious."

Over the years, bears and pigs had dealt with each other many times and had defeated them.

The beast's giants and powers were frightening, but the beast was not enough as an enemy because it could not rush in time.

Swivelry sets up a wooden sword, poking. Only then did the beast die without knowing what had happened.

The animal's expression was unknown to Swiberry, but he can't help it because he won't even let his voice out to crush his brain and skull with a single blow.

However, I was concerned that the ground had not been dug back for the work of the beast on this one.

Crushed branches also appear to have been crushed with some primitive tool rather than nails or fangs.

Second, Swivelry felt a strong killing spirit from the back of the woods.

When I gaze, the human-shaped giant scratches the scratch, slowly showing up and walking.

Big. Similar to a goblin, but one head taller than myself.

Besides, he has a thick stick with thorns in his right arm.

So, did you crush the tree?

"Has my man been hit and brought to my head"

The answer was a fierce attack carried out with long arms and sticks.

Fast. And long reach.

Against the monster, Swivelry lowered for the first time.

Ever since I started poking archery, it hasn't stopped happening.

I guess I took that as a scare.

Hobgoblin barked with an ugly face.

A giant body that surpasses itself.

If you hit it, the murder weapon will take your life in one blow.

A stormy attack carried out from a long arm.

If it was meant to be, I guess I should feel terrified about the danger to my life.

But Swiberry felt his head strangely quiet.

Whatever the enemy is, it's the same thing you always do.

While looking into the monster's eyes, he broadens his consciousness to the movement of his whole body.

Target (well) took a breath. I threw up.

From that moment, the position with the wooden sword lightly, step in, and put it on.

Thousands and thousands of repetitions.

Kicked the ground and stepped in, conveying the force of both feet from the knee to the rotation of the hips, let the arm twist from the back to the arm and gather the force at one point at the tip of the sword.

Straight ahead, the wooden sword smashed the stick that the monster staggered in front of his face, crushing his upper jaw and pushing it through.

Pieces of the skull and a bloody tide mixed with brain plasma splash. It's fatal.

But the monster showed evil in death. I try to grab it with sharp nails on the swivelry I just let go of my poke.

Dauntingly, quickly put the wooden sword you just poked back on hand, and on the contrary, step in and snuggle up to the monster, poking up the other's belly, like a dagger at the end of a pattern (or sword) to which you returned the sword.

Despite the pattern, the monster, who received a single point at close range of the force created by Swivelry using his entire body, was raised a giant who lost half his head, blew it up, raised the earthen smoke and fell down.

"Sword like a spear, like a dagger,"

Finally, my sword took shape a little.

Swivelry shrugged with satisfaction as he looked down at the monster giant.

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Back in the village, telling her about the monster made a fuss.

Hobgoblin raids are important to the survival of villages for ordinary rural areas.

The boy's swivelry still knocked it down with a stick of wood.

The sun was going down when Swiberry returned to the village, but now that the sun is completely down, the whole village is burning bonfires and a young vigilante from the village is running around with pine lights.

"I left it because it's heavy. If anyone's coming with me, I can go get it."

To Swiberry's answer, the villagers saw each other's faces and gave way to courageous roles.

It is not a sanity shack from the villagers, such as going into the woods at night.

But if the Hobgoblin raid is true, you can't be sure.

In the end, several villagers were to follow with a surprising pine light.

To distract the fear of the night woods, the villagers have spoken to swiberries in rap.

Most importantly, the conversation never thrived because Swiberry just answered unfathomably, "Oh," but "Right," etc., and eventually, by the time the topic was exhausted, we reached the trail of battle.

"It went down... You're really going down."

I knocked him down, around not saying, you still can't believe Swivelry did it.

"What's up? You're not gonna carry him?

Said, the villagers rush to start roping.

When the handy and nearby branches were combined, an impromptu sleigh (sleigh) was made and the monster giant was placed on it.

"Can you pull the sleigh, too?

Asked by the villagers, Swiberry replies.

"If you can defeat the monster that attacked you."

The Night Forest is an enchantment where you don't know when another monster will attack you.

The frightened villager returned to pull his sleigh vigorously as he rolled, and Swiberry walked alongside his sleigh as he guarded his surroundings.

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Then why are you going?

"Oh."

"The lord will take it up with the soldiers, too, isn't he? Can't you stay?

Swivelry's will is stiff, even as she replies to the words her mother stops.

The story of the boy who beat Hobgoblin with a stick of wood, and one-on-one, became a great reputation in the neighborhood.

The lord who governs the land has also said that he can take it up with soldiers at his place.

If you try to be a peasant child, it is a great birth.

"No, I want to polish my sword a little more. So I want to fight the stronger ones"

"I won't stop now, but that little berry..."

Father laughs bitterly.

The words my father used to say to his childhood swivelry, "Use a sword like a spear, like a dagger," were incorrectly conveyed.

As Swiberry's father, he said it in the sense that he was good at spears, so if he only had a sword, it would be better to brace it around the tip of the stick and use the sword as a spear, and if he didn't have a dagger, he would use the sword's body short and like a dagger.

In fact, some western swords don't have blades on hand so that they can grab a full body.

But what he mistook, Swiberry, had independently knitted his sword moves as his father spoke.

Moreover, the arm reaches a height that is neither high nor high, such as himself, despite the boy.

As a father, I had to laugh bitterly and send him away.

It was only a few years after that that that Swiberry met Jilboa and lined up under that flag as Deputy Commander of the Swordtooth Corps.

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"Well, then, I'm coming"

Speak the same language that you used that day when you traveled through the village, leaving the house.

Not much has changed since then, but the swivelry remains the same.

The people around them changed, the sword changed, and the environment changed.

Still, like when I was that boy, I wave my sword unchanged.

To be stronger.