I’m a NEET but When I Went to Hello Work I Got Taken to Another World (LN)

The boot camp ends on the first day the sun goes down, and the trainees walk flutteringly to the dormitory. Will stopped in front of me and looked at me in tears.

"Brother..."

I know how you feel. I know what you're trying to say. But we have to ghost our hearts out here.

"I did it, too. You can do it too."

In fact, I didn't even say that training was as bad as I remember it. You wouldn't think so if you were doing it, but the pace allocation is well thought out, and where you give it a rest, you give it a rest. Not so many trainees fall in now. I must have fallen many times because of my lack of personal strength.

The first day is even run with luggage, and even after reaching the limit and falling, the recovery magic is applied and the training continues, so the spirit is cut to bits.

"Brother, no..."

"Look, everyone else has gone. You go to your quarters and get some rest."

"Yes......"

Drop Will off walking away with Tobotobo.

"Can he do it?

Ask His Sergeant, who came nearby. Well, I have no choice but to wear a collar.

"It's a lot better than you, just walking to your quarters."

"So is that."

I did borrow Silver's shoulder that time, and he took me to my quarters.

"You've grown stronger."

Thank you, Sergeant.

"You seem to have a gift. So did Satie, but in a short period of time he got a lot stronger."

"Not enough yet"

"Right. I'll give you a week's work out."

Light magic illuminates the training ground. The sergeant's armor was skinned, and I was equipped with a half plate that I had always used. The sword draws a blade, but it is an iron sword, with a shield in the other hand.

"Call me whatever you want."

The swordsmanship has risen from 4 to 5 since the last time I saw you with the Sergeant. But you can't win a level five Satie. It's bad if you don't do it for real. Even when it was a wooden sword, it was turned into a bump, but it is an iron sword, even though it draws a blade. It won't hurt if you get it right.

Step into it all at once and punch it in for real. Of course this is recirculated. He goes on to strike in with two or three shots, but it is all done with a sword or a shield. But the important thing is to attack continuously and not give them a gap.

Unilateral attacks from this one continue, but not a single effective hit. To my surprise, the Sergeant has barely moved from the starting position. I'm not sure how the hell I can break my defense.

In an attempt to get his breath ready, the Sergeant came softly packing the distance here as he tried to get the distance. Shit. The minute I thought that, I was getting a good one for my shoulder. The shoulder area is an iron plate, but there is an impact. Besides, if this is the actual sword and the sergeant's arm, it's not a strange attack to be torn from plate to plate. One death first.

That doesn't end the attack. The pursuit of the Sergeant is coming. Now it's our turn to focus on defense. But you can't say you'll prevent everything, like Lord Sergeant. Even if you get attacked, at least it's best enough to make sure you get it on the hard plate part of the defense so it doesn't get fatal.

Still strong. He would have been knocked down without standing for a minute in action.

A few minutes later, I got smart and I was falling apart. From above the helm, but I almost passed out. Ouch. I can't use healing magic. I have permission from the Sergeant to use it. He said it was also training to take care of the pain.

"Stand up. Your enemies won't wait."

"... Yes"

Stand up and set up your sword as you flutter. Immediately the attack of the Sergeant General flew in. With a sword, he plays a desperate defense with a shield. A relentless attack pours down, and he gets another blow to the plate free part of his torso and kneels.

"What's wrong, you're going to stand fast!

Isn't it tougher than usual, this? We're doing it right at the boot camp nori...

The attack came again where I stood up, so I hit him with a counter in a hitting mood. Though it did not strike effectively, it was the first time I had scratched the body of the Sergeant. Of course, I'm eating the attack of Sergeant Hall. Still, the Sergeant took my distance once.

Helpful. Breathe neatly as you gaze at the Sergeant's Palace. The recovery magic ban is tight. I feel like my head or flank pain is going to last forever and I feel hopeless. Damn. Even though Satie seemed a little more of a decent contender. Is my basic spec too low? What the hell is this disparity even though it's on the same level?

"How can I be as strong as Lord Sergeant?

"Forty years of training."

"Forty years..."

Will the world be doomed by then? Or is it being saved? Either way, that won't make it.

"I think you'll catch up in ten years. Come on, the break's over."

Is it broken? I was waving the conversation and resting, but it seemed like a prospect. But whatever the pain in my body, I'm starting to breathe.

"When your body warmed up, too, wasn't it? It's time to go for real."

As proclaimed, Sergeant, I feel your killing spirit swell. Hey, stop, you're going to die!

"That's it for today. You can use healing magic."

Ultimately, the deadly attack took eight. I mean, eight deaths. He continued to fight while being worn out, but fell to the training ground in the last attack of His Sergeant's Lordship, and can no longer move.

"Oh, thank you"

My whole body hurts and I can't identify it, but I feel like my ribs are broken somewhere. I manage to chant my little heel because I can hardly concentrate my magic because of the pain. I got a lot of pain after a few calls so I got up and healed him all at once with extra heels. I also thought about asking Anne to accompany me tomorrow, but I also reconsidered that using healing magic in pain is another training.

"Good luck. Sergeant, please restore the magic."

I'm sorry.

He also applies extra heels to the Sergeant. Recovery magic is convenient. Although the stamina itself hardly recovers, there is no muscle ache the next day if you put it on, and no matter how hard the training, it is faultless. That's why it's an unscrupulous boot camp and this swordsmanship training.

"Sergeant, how strong is the world to say you are?

Ask His Sergeant what he doubted as he walked. This training ground is the strongest, Sergeant, but how strong is it when it comes to the public? If people in this class seem to be gobbling up, I'm less confident I'm going to do it.

"My legs are broken and I'm old. I was strong there when I was younger, but it's no longer far into the full season."

No, even if they say it's a malfunction or a year, I'm no match at all. Wasn't Level 5 the highest level of skill? How amazing was the whole season of Sergeant General?

"Are you talking about Lord Vorkt when he was younger?

I was just out in Guildhall, and a voice was heard from instructor Samson who was sitting there. Satti is at the same table. Did you wait for me?

"Good day, Master Masal"

"Huh? You've been waiting?

After coming with me after noon and doing a little training over the subground, he's been waiting here for a long time. And I hear instructor Samson guarded me so that Satie, who is waiting in the guild hall, wouldn't have a bad bug on her. He is a good man. For now, there's a break and I'll be at the table.

"Satie, you're as popular as ever when you become a wife. A little bit of a man comes by."

Instead of becoming a wife and becoming less popular, I also feel that it is even more popular in some parts with the addition of a toddler wife element to the cat ear girl.

"Ugh, you can kick your ass, Satie."

"Yes, don't hesitate."

Don't worry about it.

Instead of instructor Samson, the Sergeant agrees.

"Um... but..."

Satti has no mercy if he goes into combat mode, but he's usually very adult and reluctant.

"Speaking of which, Satie still didn't remember the martial arts."

"What? How about that. I'll tell you next time for protection."

"As long as you wait here, you should let me know in that time"

"Yes, please, Your Highness."

"So, Sergeant, when I was younger,

"Oh, I did. Lord Vauct is still strong, but he was just the strongest when he was younger."

"Samson, the strongest is too much to say. I gave you ten, at best. It's about whether or not to go inside."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

"Is that within this country?

"What are you talking about? In the world, of course. Especially with swordsmanship. We fought for second or third place."

World!? World Rankings. And the swordsmanship is second or third, what's scary about it?

"For that limited time, I'm pretty sure the third place is"

"What do you say? You beat him once."

"Just once. Besides, I'm retired, but he's been active ever since. I can't say I won."

"So think of pure swordsmanship."

"So there was only one swordsman, surely stronger than Lord Sergeant, at the time?

"That's right. You are still my master. One of these days you should also visit Masaru. If you want to introduce me, you can give me guidance."

"Oh, that's a great honor, Masal. I don't normally get instruction from Kensei."

"Ha."

Honestly, Sergeant, I'm dying from your training, but it's more than that. It's horrible.

"What about five fingers, ten of them, and so on?

"When the wizard is the opponent, it's hard to decide between winning and losing. You can't just say you'll fight in person. And if you're a magic swordsman, you can't judge strength."

Indeed, wizards and swordsmen battles are easily turned upside down by conditions. Does that make the evaluation inconsistent? I wonder if this world is like a militant tournament. Um, no wizards after all. If you're serious about something like me, you're going to destroy every single venue.

"If it is for swordsmen, it is the king's capital in the spring. How about Masaru? The prize money's good, and you can sell your name."

"Uh, that's good. You do it in front of a full audience, don't you? I can't."

I'm sure we'll do it in the arena like the Colosseum in Rome. Completely spectacular. I'm nervous and confident I can't give half my strength.

"You can't stand out as usual. I think you can be more confident."

Confidence. I've gotten pretty strong, but it's all because of my skills. Even the beginner workshop did it with physical strengthening, and I doubt it if they really did anything on their own.

"It would be best if I could live secluded."

I guess this income alone will be enough to relax for a couple of years. I want to stop doing special training and pull back and relax.

"Do you want strength even though you say so"

"If you're not strong, you're dead. My daughter-in-law has to protect me."

I gave up running away at the time of my marriage.

"Well said. Tomorrow I'll give you a better look."

Oh, you're dead again tomorrow. This might still have been easier to attend a beginner's workshop with Will...

"Hmm? What's up, Satie"

When I'm feeling hopeless thinking about tomorrow, Sati, who sat next to me, follows me.

"Are you hungry? Time to go home."

Satti nods cocky. The sun is already down and time stands for a long time. It's usually time to finish your meal and take a bath. Let's stick to the platter Sati wants to eat.

Let's go home and feed my daughter-in-law's hand cooking. And heal this broken heart. And today was Ann's day. Yeah, I just imagined it and it's healing.

What I was waiting for at home was Ellie's hand cooking.

"Are you going to make it now? Ellie? I wish you'd eat first."

It's going to be late today, so I ate first, and he said it right.

"I think it's time to do it. Leave it to me."

"All you have to do is make the main one."

Ann says anxiously. Are you saying Ellie will make that main one? Open and check Ellie's menu, but no culinary skills have emerged yet.

"Everybody sit down and wait. I've already learned the procedure perfectly, so it's okay."

Anne stares at Ellie, who cooks. Apparently the main thing today is pasta. If you can't even get boiled time wrong with this, it won't be such a weird dish.

"Don't look at Anne. Doesn't make sense if you don't do it alone, does it?

"Really? You're gonna do exactly what I taught you? If you don't know, you're gonna ask me right away, right?

"I said I know. It's so easy to win."

Yeah, it kind of doesn't look good.

Unexpectedly, however, the dishes were served beautifully and looked decent. Is it like sprinkling pasta with tomato sauce?

"Come on, eat up."

But. Once you take a bite, the acidity, sweetness that spreads through your mouth. And the carved herbs are the perfect accent. Intense spiciness when you chew on more gully and hard objects. Did you put in the pepper fruit as it was before grinding? Yeah, there's nothing you can't eat if you want pepper.

"Hey Ellie, have you tasted it?

"... I didn't"

"Did you make it like I said?

"It wasn't funny as it was, so I thought I'd give it some originality"

"Delicious?"

There's nothing you can't eat.

"Delicacies"

It does taste different.

"It's okay, you can eat properly"

Sure, the pasta is decent, and I just can't eat it because it's flavored weird.

"Keep the black one open. Eating like that just seems bad for you."

"I told you to make it just like I said!

"Because..."

It still seemed like a failure to let Ellie go wild.

"Fair enough. I'm a beginner, so I said there was a failure. You just have to do your best next time."

I did it, too. Try putting coke in the rice. The rice is delicious. Coke is delicious. It tastes better if mixed. That was in elementary school. Compared to that, it still feels as good as I can eat.

"Masal......"

Ellie looks delighted with my defense.

"So why don't I eat all my share?

Ellie doesn't seem to have made any progress with her chopsticks since she took a bite.

"... do I have to eat?

"You've decided no!

We tried our best to complete the entire plate. Fortunately, the rest of the pasta is before I sauce it, and let me add that Ann cooked it deliciously. Ellie, the original source was naturally discarded.