I Aim to Be an Adventurer with the Jobclass of “Jobless”

All duly authorised committees are assembled on the eighth floor and assigned one committee room (community room).

However, given the size of the Commission room (Community room), it is not a space that can be very much used for training -.

"This is the battle committee."

At the end of the door, there was a facility that mimicked the same arena as the combat coaching room.

Because many students have already been trained in real-time formats to get involved.

- Gaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

- Dokaaaaaaaa!!

Sorcery is sumptuously unleashed, roaring through walls and the ground,

"Kill him!!

"Dude, are you ready to go?!?

"You haven't grown at all, have you?

A barbaric voice, like a cursing murmur, sounds indoors and conveys the enthusiasm of the battle with tension.

Rougher than class.

This place was like a gathering of outlaws.

"What do you say? It's gonna be fun there, isn't it?

"Right.

Looks like you'll enjoy watching the game. "

When you take a trip to the viewing table in conversation with, for example.

"Oh, my God, Mars, you're here, too."

A woman - but a harsh voice calls my name.

Turning to that voice.

"Senior Mistrea's in training, too?

"Oh.

After training, I thought I'd go back to my quarters.

I want to move my body a little bit more. "

Mistrea replied with a hazy posture.

"The eagle is going to be in the next game, how about you?

I was invited to further training.

Is it more natural to be invited to training than this is a committee (community) of combat (battle)?

"Sorry, I already have an appointment.

I'm supposed to be with Sail today. "

When I see Sail standing next to me.

"Mars, it's not a problem.

There's basically more than one player in this game, and we're gonna mess it up. "

"Exactly.

So it is possible for eagles and sails, and Mars, to compete at the same time.

Instead, we have to deal with multiple enemies. "

If they are close to each other in strength, they will not win one-on-two.

Is learning to deal with such situations also part of the activities of this Commission (the Community)?

"I see.

Then it's no problem. "

"Right.

Then as soon as the game we're playing is over, let's say we start. "

Mistrea nodded satisfactorily.

"You're just here and it's going to be a busy day"

He turned a word to me that contained it.

But the reason is obvious.

The gaze of these students is clearly gathering on me.

The emotions felt from it seem closer to interest than fear or enmity.

"Let me borrow your chest."

A tough beauty slapped my chest in the back of her hand.

And we waited for the game to end.

A flashy battle fought by more than one person and many sorceries, eventually three left.

But of the three, one began the battle as if it had been ignored.

Do those two know all about each other's hands, too, or it's totally muddy.

Did the magic run out, or in the end it was settled with just a beating without magic.

(... don't remind me kind of of of of the fight between Larnia and Rifle)

Now there are two of us standing in the arena.

"You're done."

Mistrare opened her mouth as she watched the game go.

"? You two are still standing, aren't you?

"Mars, it's the referee standing in the middle of that"

Sail said.

Was there a referee for this muddling? and that I am feeling mildly surprised and doubtful.

"Nominally, this is training.

There's about a referee.

Someone on this committee (the community) is on trial.

By the way, it's the representatives of this committee (the Community) standing over there. "

Mistrea told me, I caught the man's face.

Then the man, too, looks this way with a sharp eye that shoots out.

Golem - it's a big deal to metaphor, but from the standpoint, it's a man who can tell it's a big deal.

"That's right.

Corner Mars, you're here.

Let's introduce him before we start the game. "

With all the instant instant execution, Mistrea rises from the viewing seat.

"Follow me"

That's what I said, I headed from the spectator seat to the battlefield.

Me and Sail follow that back as they say.

"Next, those who want to enter the match, come down."

When we get to the center of the arena - where the man is.

From the mouth of a big man, I heard a grand voice reminiscent of rigidity.

"Barga, the eagles will join us."

Mistrea called the big man Barga.

"You don't have to put no in it"

"Right.

But some people come here for the first time.

Say hello. "

"... Mars Luina"

A man called Barga looks down at me.

I could tell from a distance, but I can see the decadence even more when I look close.

Is the height light enough to exceed two meters?

He's like a man who reminds me of a giant rock.

"Barga - can I call you Senior?

"You don't have to respect it because the school year is up there.

Call it what you want.

You're the head of this college. "

Apparently manly as it embodies meritocracy.

Though a hard look that doesn't even bring a smile to my face doesn't seem easy at first sight.

"Right.

Then call me whatever you want. "

……

Shut up and returned the chief consent.

He looks like a blacksmith, by the way.

"Really?

You only look human because of your appearance.

When it comes to blacksmiths (dwarves), they are not tall enough to store a mustache that can be described as a symbol.

(... was that my stereotype)

But surely tough enough flesh from above this garment can not be convinced if you say blacksmith (dwarf).

"Why should I explain what I see?

"Uh-huh... well, for once.

Mars, you and Barga have never met before. "

Mistrea smiled back bitterly at Barga, who asked in a low, heavy voice.

If you look at it you can see...... maybe that means there are still a lot of blacksmiths (dwarves) like Barga.

"And Barga is also a leading college contender.

Sail, was it the same event as yours?

Sayle nodded to combine affirmation and greeting Barga.

Immediately after.

"I'm done talking about the extra.

Come on, let's get this game started. "

The eyes of a tough blacksmith were facing behind us.

Apparently, we already have all the students in the game.

"You're not joining us?

"Naturally I'd like to try and match it.

but I can't do that on this occasion.

I'm the representative here. "

Answer that with few words.

"The rules are simple.

The victory of those who stood to the end. "

I guess you're explaining it to me.

But I was watching the game earlier, so I understand roughly.

In short, make your opponent incapable of combat to the extent that you won't kill him.

That's the thing.

"Then the students who participate in the match take their distance"

There were ten participating members - all men except Mistrea.

The races vary, but many seem to have a rough temper.

The rough eyes of such desolates are somehow suited to Mistrare.

(... what?

But - my gaze scattered like I said it was my fault.

"Okay - start the game!

Along with that honking, the fire lid of the match was cut.

(... Now, what to do)

Looking around.

"Eh."

Of the ten participating members, five attacked Mistrea.