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

After breakfast at the village's home, the Sergeant's Hall was visited not so much as moved to the King's Capital, and he was to be instructed just now at a small training ground, in the corner of the garden of Elf Mansion.

Satti's practice bench unit sometimes had its first day of festivities, and made it free to move in the morning. Plus, I feel like I tried three sets yesterday, and playing Satie's opponent all day is going to be physically tough. Even if you try to get the most out of it, you won't be able to make it work until your ankles stop standing. Still, about half of them stay without going to Wang du sightseeing and come to see the training. You like it.

"First of all, it's been a long time since I've seen you two arms."

Then I guess I'll see my arm too. I've been nominated for Sati's opponent. Even a little prep movement until Lord Sergeant arrived, and it was a failure to prepare for full gear. I'm never saying I don't like your training, Sergeant. However, if we're going to do it in earnest, we need to be quite prepared. If I can, I want it to be just Sati's training this time.

Relative to Sati. I think it's time to take about one, but Satie is extremely capable of responding, as the transfer sword was lightly prevented. The unintentional and small-handed moves will be ineffective from the second time, and we'll have to attack them with a positive attack method already.

Get in the mood. Even if you can't win, you can't make it look unusual. We can't have that special training again in case they think we're undertrained.

Step in all at once. Yesterday I still didn't have enough nori. Sati says, I guess it was when I wasn't too strong.

Remember, special training in hell with the Sergeant! Now is the time for my true power to awaken!!

Fully conscious of the attack. Ignore defense. Leave it to your instincts to activate defensive skills. Whether or not you can do just that and deal with it somehow, but it is a full armor on the wooden sword opponent. If it's a match, Satie's the bigger damage.

Put your strength on the sword. But not at your disposal, a fine and compact gesture. Otherwise I can't catch a quick Satie.

Couple of rounds, I can cross swords. Sati and I shouldn't have that much of a difference in strength. Sometimes I can take one, and even if it's Sati, it doesn't mean I'm enjoying this attack.

But one hand, always beats the other. I got a light blow from the top of the plate.

"Satti, let us attack with more strength. The tournament won't stop at that level of damage."

The Sergeant tells us that he has rested his hand in the attack.

"Yes, sir"

"Continue until I stop."

Get your breathing ready.

If you can take some damage, you can do it again. I think my training is getting a little harder, but it's still acceptable.

Meeting again.

"Stop. Sati"

It was stopped immediately.

Yes, Sergeant.

"Use more legs. It feels like we're going to be using this training ground all the time."

"Yes."

Resume. Satie uses her footwork. Even a quick sati makes it unnecessarily hard to capture.

"Faster! Stay low! Shake your body left and right!

Furthermore, the advice of the Sergeant's lord flies, and as he looks around, his movements improve.

The sword - it doesn't hit!?

A slight body swims at the sword that has swung in the sky. Gah. Big shock to the shoulder. Completely out of balance.

"Stop! Sati"

"Yes, sir"

My Sergeant called me in for further advice.

That worked pretty well now. If it weren't for the metal part of the armor, it could have even gone to the bones.

"All right, Masal?

"Yes, you can"

Relative again. You have a little tear in your eyes, Satie. Though practicing, this is the first time I have received a decent attack and an effective hit. Do you care about that?

"Satie, there's no damage at all when it's about right now. Hit harder. Otherwise you won't win the tournament."

"Yes, Master Masal"

Satti nods with a serious look.

Resumption. Satie, who was in a low position, rushed straight in instantly. Shit, protect it - shock to the head. Put your buttocks on.

You ate the attack on the upper level where you were prepared for Sati in the front... I didn't see it at all. Perhaps this is the move now taught to you by the Sergeant.

"That's good now. That's how it goes."

Let me pull my hand and stand up and tell Sati.

My head hurts a little, but not even enough to heel.

"It's fully equipped. It can't be that damaging."

Keep your head down again.

In fact, compared to training without protective equipment with the Sergeant, it's no big deal at all.

"Satti!"

I have been called by the Sergeant, and I am being coached again.

If I don't think about it for a second, Satie's gonna get me full bogged down like this.

You want to use footwork like Satie?

That's a bad idea. You'll only be able to make degrading moves, and Russia is going to be unnecessarily worn out.

We need to put our feet firmly on the ground and not be confused by Satie's movements.

Sharpen your senses. You can't just rely on your eyes.

Drain both hands.

Prevent Sati from attacking at all costs. Satti cries after eating any more attacks.

Where you made any movement, there's one sword. If we don't get within that reach, we won't hit the attack. Identify it. That should be the case by reason...

Resumption. Satti will use footwork again this time, but came with a great deal of relief. Oh? And I thought it was some weird move. Is the movement unnatural trying to force you to do it? Well, Sati and I guess it's nothing you can do all of a sudden.

But it's a chance. In this gap...

The declaration of the end of the Sergeant's hall was proclaimed and about two hours of neat training were completed. Satie still seems to be able to afford it, but I'm the limit of my strength.

Ever since then, he's eaten my offense decently, and Satie's been rattled. I'm not weak enough to do it in the battle style of a burning blade. But the last one is moving better, and it's getting to be about one another again. We may not win again tomorrow.

"Tomorrow at the same time, okay?

"Of course I'm fine with that, but is it better if I'm putting too much over here and the guild?

"I don't mind. As a guild, it's only natural to focus on those who can win."

Looks like Satie will be representing the Adventurer Alliance as well.

"If that's the case, I'll ask you again tomorrow"

"Um. Are you still out, by the way? It's gonna be a good experience."

"This kind of thing is a little..."

I don't want to extreme the sword path, so this is enough to train you, and if you want to measure strength, Sati will come out, so I know to some extent. I don't need any prizes or fame. There's no reason to leave.

Besides, that big, professional baseball arena is going to be able to play official games. The audience would be in 10,000 units. Absolutely not.

"There have been no winners out of the Alliance in the last few years."

So they say the Alliance is recommending an appearance for athletes who are likely to win.

"If Satie's leaving, it doesn't seem to make sense for me to leave."

"There is something called compatibility. I don't think your strength is so inferior to that of Satie."

"Speaking of which, Sati said that there was a murmur in my power and that if I could only get strength, I wouldn't be so different from myself..."

"You do have a lot of unevenness."

"Is it big"

"People usually don't give out half of the power they can have. It's training and experience that makes it stable."

So the tournament will be a good experience, the Sergeant says.

Well, I don't care what they say.

Being strong is a must, but realizing it with a sword is Tsu's path. The only way to do this is to stretch it with training, more than you can hope to level up, and the effort involved is a bit of a digit difference compared to magic. Very painful. Ouch. Then it's more plain than magic.

"There are many avenues to be strong"

Will the transfer sword work for His Sergeant? One of these days I want to try it. I'm known to be good at spatial magic, and if it's about a short distance transfer, it's probably fine to show it.

"If you are not such a competent wizard, then the path to maturity with your sword... no, I can't help it."

I'm heartbroken by the sergeant's assessment. I'm spelling it out a lot this time with cheats, too. But I've already hit the reinforcing edge...

"I'll leave the sword path to Sati. Of course, I'm not going to miss my training either."

Thereafter, the Sergeant returned to the Alliance. I guess I'm busy coaching until the tournament.

"I'll give you a break, but what about Satie?

"I want to go on more. I'm finally figuring out the movement."

Then we'll go back to the village.

In the meantime, I picked up whoever was here and went back to the village. Ellie will transport the rest. Ellie is very cooperative at this event when it comes to raising the profile of the party and our home. He also left a message in Wang Du, and he should come and get me when he comes to visit.

Elf's troops were already on standby in the village.

Take a tour with Syrah as Satie kicks the elves. Satti will also be busy for a while because Mr. Elf has put together a good number of people. There seems to be some Titos users, and it's going to take some time to get around. Plus every time an injured person comes out, Satie stops her hand too, and she also takes a break and sees treatment.

"You're really strong, Lord. I didn't think so."

Syrah comes from a rural village. I never left the village until I became a slave, and the comparison is almost exclusively for villagers. I come over here and work out and do it, but I guess I couldn't guess my strength enough.

Does that mean I finally got my head stuck watching him do it yesterday and with Sati and the bees or kick some troops recruited from the outside?

"Did you fall in love?

"I will whenever the Lord wills..."

Syrah looks a little embarrassed by me, but I don't think I'm liking you enough yet. Decision-making, or not flagged enough. Something fateful if you say it in Lilian style.

"Oh, you seem to have finished your circle. I'm coming."

I pound Syrah's head and head to Sati. So far neither Jesus nor No have been able to reply. I wish it was a way to gauge my liking before adding protection.

Krook and Silver visited before noon. I'm sure he's been after dinner. The Elf Mansion meal during the festival is more luxurious than usual to welcome the princess.

Elf Mansion in the first aristocratic town to enter. And it was a fancy lunch for both of us.

"We had good friends!

Yeah, I agree with Krook's words. Silver.

And as soon as he enjoys his meal, he says, he'll be home. I don't seem to be willing to stand in the way of my training. Only one thing, I put up a souvenir.

Mr. Lazard wanted to see you.

"That's..."

I can't think of anything other than battle.

"Oh. If you're not going to the tournament, he wants to make some arrangements."

"If you're looking to win, you're Satie's rival. Tell me you can't."

"If you can't, you can do it after the tournament."

"Are you serious?"

According to the Sergeant, he's a good friend of mine. I'm clearly scared to do it with a bee.

"Right...... you guys can come visit me again. So say no to being good."

"I don't care if they say I'm good."

"The meat from the dragon I knocked down last time is about to come out."

"All right, I got it!

But this was a failure. I noticed Syrah looking at me with a frightened face. I guess running away from matchmaking means disqualification as a warrior.

It feels like that because everyone else knows me so well. Trusted in a way.

"I'll settle with Mr. Lazard any minute. But that's not now."

"What, can I tell you that?

"Or, of course. I'm in training now, too. When the time comes, we'll go out here."

"You have no idea... but I'll tell you for sure"

It's better than Syrah's falling fondness. The strength of the sword is said to be amicable. There must be plenty of winning opportunities with magic. Besides, if the festival is over, we'll go to the Empire, and sometimes we'll see each other for the time being.

You'll see a real Mr. Lazard fight at the tournament, and plenty of time to think about measures.

"Lord, is the man named Lazard so strong earlier?

As soon as the two of them left, Syrah heard. Schiller has his home security job, so he's free as soon as he goes outside, mostly stuck with me or Satie.

"They say the arms of the sword are about mutually reinforcing with me. I used to be no match at all."

"Why not settle it right away?

"Not with each other. We have to win."

"Yeah, right. You can't lose."

That seems to convince me.

Mr. Leuven came too this afternoon. Ellie took me to the village. They have as much credibility as it would be okay if the gate were found out.

While I was also delighted to reunite with Mr. Orba, Mr. Nania and, at some point, Mr. Turks, who were mixed up, I just had Satti's opponent.

He is an active B-rank heavy duty warrior who was close to A-rank. There was no such thing as being able to beat Satie, but defense-focused heavy armor doesn't frighten Satie with a sharp attack or a wooden sword.

Then I tried it with me and I overwhelmed Satie. Overwhelming.

This Mr. Leuven is a very good mover to follow. All I have to do is keep my distance from Mr. Leuven and fight, and I'll get in the way of Satie at the point of need. There's no way that Satie would let that happen to Mr. Reuven or me.

If we were leather gear too, we might have had eyes to build up a small effective punch and win. However, if it is considered combatable even if it is in production format, the game will continue. Satti couldn't take a blow that could lead to a fatal injury determination from us.

We won a few times and took turns next. Satti has changed his tactics in a few rounds of battle. It stacks a clear, small, effective punch. An unbeatable method of warfare that repeats Hit-and-Away.

At first glance, it seems to be turning well, but ours is a collaboration of burning blades. I wonder what I found the only weakness in my many fights. Satti's footwork tactics also seem to have been refined during rigorous training.

I can't catch it. I'm losing my settlement. Both me and Mr. Leuven run out of stamina and move poorly. The lightly dressed sati is fine.

A small breakdown that occurs during the battle. Of course that's me with the unevenness.

When the sun was approaching, I finally got a good one.

The next day. The guidance of His Sergeant in the morning.

prolonged training repeated to the limits of subsequent health. Mr Elf, with less stamina, was responding with more personnel.

Although the recovery magic was not done in time, a very dense training was carried out in a short period of time.

Satti beat me up, or used up my strength and became a corpse. In our training ground, only Satti went through training to the end without even kneeling for just one time, and celebrated gladiator qualifying day.