I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

Well, it's been a week since we left port. This is roughly half the time, the ship also came closer to the Dark Continent than the Kingdom of Kyle Anella.

Over the past week, I've been doing a lot of training at Mr. Dolan's behest. Although bareback is central, we already had the muscle strength to wield the weapon, so we started doing practical things when we were able to wield bareback without wasting time.

Mr. Doran said that although I lack combat skills, when it comes to practical experience, even S-rank adventurers have such intense experience that they can't experience it early on, so it seems that intuition in combat, crisis detection abilities and other combat sensations are very high. Speaking of sports, I think the motor nerves feel good, although the motor skills are low.

Well, I've started with Stella and Mary, and I've fought through all sorts of substandard faces like the Demon King and the Brave and Leila... and honestly I understand so much that I can't say I survive this far and be an ordinary person.

Therefore, Mr. Doran told me that the only thing missing from me was combat skills. The sense of battle I have is not fully demonstrated by the awkwardness of the combat technique. If you're going to give an example, I know it's best if it's supposed to be like this, but I don't think it's equipped with the technology to do it, so it feels like it's a better-than-better way.

There is no match between what you want to do and what you can do. So if I bury it, I'll be explosively stronger.

Skillful powers are as good as good quality stuff in the earliest worlds, and weapons are good levels substitutes for holy swords and demon swords, if you have the technology to handle them.

"Ha...! - Phew..."

"Okay, that sounds good"

And over the past week, I've learned what Mr. Dolan can tell me from now on. If the wind tells me that the part that I couldn't do in the first time can be fixed in the second time, I wear it all with the absorption power of a sponge. Mr. Doran doesn't seem to have expected it to stretch so far in just one week, either, and he's circling his eyes.

Maybe this is the beneficial part of the title Rich was talking about? I'm the only one who carries a fate (risk) like an idiot, so I have to do it in return (return). This high growth capacity and technology absorption may be in return (return).

Just one week, just one week. The attacking warcraft doesn't come by except for the strong guy thanks to his' creepy physique '. He's not the tough guy for our party, either. For those of us who are Level 1, it is only grubby fish and bait for rapid growth using "beginnings crossing".

"Really, you're a tremendous guy... dude"

"Haha, I think so too"

"Don't say it yourself"

After a brief meeting with Mr. Dolan today in the first week, Mr. Dolan laughs bitterly. It's a meeting I've been having since day one, but I've been knocked off my weapon in just a few meetings at first, and now I can knock off Mr. Dolan's weapon.

Well, apart from your training with Mr. Dolan, you had Lieche accompanying you to the training in the middle of the night. He taught me some tips and techniques to read ahead, and I'm also used to reading ahead without using the "demon eye of foresight" of something inferior to Leishe. Well, it's not just Mr. Dolan or Leishe you're teaching.

The technology acquired by the weak to confront the strong is strong without exception. It's a substitute for regular boys' high school kids like me. If you don't, you won't be able to live in this world. Well, now I've gained some extraordinary strength from regular boys high school.

This ship that Mr. Dolan bought is a lot bigger. The position is huge enough to have an easy mock fight if you go up to the deck. If it breaks in a mock fight, you can fix it in "Beginning Crossing". Fight, meet, and grow. Returning the wounds sustained there cannot be done because it affects the status, but it is not a bad pain in the medium if it is also a sign of growth.

"Yeah, yeah... well,"

Grant "Sick God (Dorothy)" to "Reaper's Hand (Death Size)" and make a pitch-black sword. Shake hiccups and slash and tear the air with a feeling I'm already very used to. The first day, I was just swayed by a weapon, and now I can handle it like a skilled man at one end. Instead of swinging weapons, they can follow weapons. It doesn't mean anything, it just follows a weapon to kill something.

Sounds good. I don't think you've made it this far in a week. Sounds good. We still have a week before we arrive. If we pack a little more, we'll be able to do a lot of work on the Dark Continent. It seems that the Warcraft and Demons over there are very resistant to the difference in digits from the Warcraft like they are on the human continent.

"But if this is the case, shouldn't we have just had combat training?

"No, no, as far as I'm concerned, I thought you should have just had combat training, but there was a reason you couldn't have done that even if you wanted to, right? Demon kings and brave men who keep appearing... demons and ghosts... as far as I'm concerned, it's hard to leave and not to say it's hard again, because I kept getting caught up in things that I had to use explanations that came up six times before I could say it was hard again."

"Most of it stinks like turkey. Don't give me a hard explanation."

"This is the seventh time. It's just hard? Oh, this is the eighth time."

Well, even for me, the very idea that I should acquire combat skills early was in my head quite a while ago. I couldn't do it because I was distracted by something else like putting my homework behind me during the summer vacation. In a way, maybe this is also the world's destiny to get rid of me. Don't be strong, maybe it's a sign of intent. Totally, it's an indication of a persistent willingness to mold the bath. Forgive me if I'm just stating, but it stinks a little bit that I can keep displaying.

That's what Mr. Dolan calls a turkey smell. It doesn't mean it stinks seven times as bad, but I'm sure that's about as bad as it sounds.

"Then why don't we have a mock fight with me, Mr. Dolan? I'm not going to put a blade on the stick, and I'm going to prepare a sword for Mr. Dolan."

"Heck, that's utterly horrible... it's certainly good to be stronger, but it's complicated from an objective point of view."

I twirl the hand of the Reaper (Death Size), which I turned into a stick, and Mr. Doran grabs a blade pulling sword made of rage. I don't think it's that uncomfortable, though, because I made the same thing Mr. Dolan has the sword.

"... well, I'll be there"

"Whoa, I can't lose yet - no, because I don't want to lose!

At the same time that Mr. Doran's words were over, Mr. Doran kicked the ground. I'm not moving. Turning the stick around, I stick the stick straight out toward Mr. Drun's face, who is coming straight at me. Though it would not have been so fast as a speed, Mr. Doran flattened it by tilting it in his face.

Nevertheless, there is still room for a stick that is 2m away from me and the length of my arm that sticks it out. Rotate your body around one leg on the axis and pull the stick protruding at the same time. He turned the stick so as to give it back his wrist, and shook the stick up to launch his jaw from the bottom against Mr. Dran, who approached him.

"Huh...!

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But Mr. Doran prevents that, too. By making a noise and stepping one foot forwards strongly, hanging a sudden brake and shifting my torso, my shaken stick shakes in the sky. Both Mr. Doran and I had a moment of stiffness in the motion of the flesh - but I would not leave that stiffness stiff. Let go of the stick and pay for Mr. Drun's leg, who is about to retract with a buck roll while his torso is off.

"Ugh..................!?

"Hoo-hoo!"

He grabbed the stick that was in the air as it was, tons right next to Mr. Drun's head that fell, and attached the tip of the stick. And I put one foot around Dolan's dovetail. [M] In complete form, my victory.

"... uh, shit. Can't you win anymore?"

"Haha, no, no, my strength is defense against letting go of weapons, not crisis. So I can take the initiative and let go of my weapon. What makes you think you have the ability to refine weapons because of temper... otherwise we wouldn't have been able to compete so quickly if Doran and I had been distancing each other."

"Just letting go of the weapon is enough of a threat. Well, anyway, the corporal punishment and the handling of weapons have become really explosively stronger, and you're the guy."

That evaluation is enough. In a way, I am now a gathering of this party.

I've been - I've been getting professors from all of this party for the past week.

Mainly from Mr. Dolan, Leishe, Finia, Lulu, Leila, and Noel, I received professors in each respect from each of them, sparing a week of sleep to continue to receive professors.

Mr. Doran taught me how to use the overall combat technique, Leishe taught me the foresight technique, Finia taught me the magic manipulation technique, Leila taught me the technique of chi, Lulu taught me how to use the five senses, and Noel taught me how to look at things.

It was me who condensed it all, reproduced it, and wore it now.

This party is strong, I can't believe I'm weak enough... and that's why I'm sorry to everyone. I'm strong, and that's how the Demon King twists with this hand. Let me show you my power, called Reaper.

"Hmm?"

"What? Warcraft again - wowwwwwwww!!

Then there appeared the A-rank Warcraft, the Neptune Dragon (Leviathan). S-ranked if underwater warfare, literally dragons. Unlike Wyburn, a legendary creature truly embodies one of the strongest forms in this fantasy world. It is truly the strongest, worst and coolest creature, the biggest wall to be buried by the brave, a disaster that will devastate the world, and the holy beast that sometimes fights demon kings with brave warriors.

Doran, who looked back and confirmed his appearance, shouted with a ruined look at the position where he felt very good until earlier. Yeah, it's like Munk's famous painting, Screaming. To the point of inadvertently laughing at me, it's funny.

"" Takeshi (Myornil) ""

Generating a giant hammer-like blade, I activated "Spooky Physique". Leviathan's gaze focuses on me. Remember, when you confront such a giant warcraft, you mention the Kraken and Bloody Sharks you encountered on your first day. I couldn't use this giant blade back then... but I think I can handle it now.

Leviathan accumulates magic in his mouth. Brace or is it water magic because it emits blue light? It must be a tremendous power, maybe this ship's seat will wipe it out in an instant.

But everyone but Mr. Dolan spends their thoughts. Finia is screwing Lulu, Leila is falling down with a bluer look than her first day, and Leishe is pulling in the cockpit. Noelle, what a leaning aside to chase Leila. Stop it, 'cause chills suck when you get caught up in it.

"Grrrrrrrrrr............!

"Magic should be fought with magical powers."

And I use the power I got from Finia's professor, "Magic Manipulation." Place the previously wasted magic on "Myolnir" and strengthen it.

Magic is a powerful weapon in itself besides using magic. If you put magic on your sword, you can increase power and hardness, and if you pass magic through your body, you can strengthen your body. Moreover, the effect of physical enhancement is equivalent to the skills of "physical enhancement", and when used in conjunction with "physical enhancement", further enhancement can be applied.

I will use it for "Myolnir." Even though it is a tremendous power, it is further enhanced. That can already be described as just the blow of Reaper.

And...

"Grrrrrrrr!!!

"Huh............!!

Braces of magic like torrents unleashed and a blow like a martial arts god. Those two attacks, along with a shock that is hard to say collision,

- Erased "Leviathan".

Obtain the illusion that time has flown. A moment ago, the brace and the giant blade should have collided, but without impact or anything, all of a sudden both the brace and Leviathan disappeared. There was no sound, and it disappeared as if he hadn't been there since the beginning.

And Mr. Dolan flashes.

"Phew...... I guess this is it"

That's what I said, and I put Reaper's Hand (Death Size) back on the deck. Ahead of that gaze… the sea where Leviathan was was slashed in two as if it were Moses.

After a moment of Mr. Doran's flashness, the sea comes back to normal with loud sounds like the Great Falls. Think of the fact that the ship rocked heavily and Leviathan was there. Looking around, he believed in me and turned his eyes round.

And everyone on the boat, including me, figured out how powerless I had ever been due to lack of skill.