I Said Make My Abilities Average!

The day after Hunter's registration, Miles quickly went to work for the first time.

I decided to use storage magic so I don't need to hold my luggage, but since it might seem odd to me that I have my hands on it, I carry the bag once and for all. The contents are only bags for putting in the prey caught. Bread and water bottle for lunch are placed in the time-stopped item box to avoid damage.

Equipment includes leather boots on the leather chest and a mysterious sword on the hips. For once, he looks like a runaway hunter.

Since it is a regional city, the distance to the forest, which is a hunting ground, is close. Adult feet for about an hour. Miles there arrived in fifteen minutes. Of course, when there is a human figure, it slows down, so it is that time. I never do it because I'm not eco-friendly when I run for real.

"This is the hunting ground forest..."

I came as I was taught, and they wrote me a map. There will be no mistake.

Miles was talking with his thoughts in his mouth in an unpopular, seemingly unpopular forest. Because I was careful what I was thinking in silence.

"Are you going deeper or to another forest except for beginners......

It's a place for beginners, so there won't be any big demons that can be money, so it's obvious... "

miles to the woods whining alone.

After a short walk, I found a bird clumped in a tree branch. It was a mile of eyes that somehow looked good even in the dim woods.

I found it, but there's nothing I can do about the bird on the tree with my sword. But because it's big enough, if you get it, you can buy it. If you can't, you can have it at the inn and eat it yourself.

Miles looked around the ground and picked it up when he found a stone about the size of a cobbler. And he shook his arm and threw the bird through his head.

Dunn!

It sounded amazing.

And the birds were disappearing. The tree in the upper part had also disappeared from where the bird was.

Apparently, the bird didn't escape.

Miles', much too good eyes could see a small amount of flesh pieces and feathers snapped into the remaining trees, and blood marks.

"Ohhhhhhh......"

A few minutes later, Miles, who had finally regained his mind, was walking again. The pocket of the jacket contains some of the earlier pebbles of the pinky finger.

This would just have to penetrate. You can also aim for the head.

Miles was a learning child.

Did it sound bad earlier, no sign of prey?

Miles decided to collect herbs for now.

But I heard that I couldn't find it when I was searching properly, so I decided to cheat. Yes, it is exploratory magic.

Miles doesn't bother to struggle even though they have something convenient. Such cheats are the type to accept.

"Exploratory magic! Show me where the herbs are!

"Take seventeen steps forward, then turn left, take six steps"

"Carnaval! That's just directions! It won't be magic!!

'Originally, everything you call magic is at our disposal...'

"It was......"

Miles who expected something more like it, for example something like a radar screen in their sight to show in red or blue light dots, or a column of light to rise in a place with medicinal herbs, knelt down disappointingly.

'If that's what you want, I will...'

"Can you do it!!

It's not a good idea to rely on a nanomachine much, so apart from exercising magic, the conversation was miles away, but I stuck it in.

If someone sees you, they'll think you're the weird guy who's making a mess of himself.

Miles of silently harvesting herbs, having the magic of exploration turned into a radar method rather than audio guidance. Anything, they're sending a signal directly to the retina.

When it builds up somewhat, it changes to a different kind of thing, and then stores it in one item box after another. I didn't think it would be a good idea to pick all the same types of things.

Some time after I started collecting medicinal herbs, those loud sound influences also subsided, and the animals that were caged in the nest hole began to show up.

Towards the horn rabbit, which showed itself a little further away, Miles played with his fingers the pebble he had removed from his pocket.

They also say that there is a "missile technique" on Earth that plays iron balls, coins, etc. with their fingers, but that would only be to deflect or frighten the eyes and faces of enemies. But that of the miles.

Bushu!

penetrated.

The meat and fur are intact and the corners are fine because it hit the head well. The value of the product has not fallen.

Miles, who cared about it, stopped collecting herbs and switched to hunting.

Horn Rabbit. Bird. Something like a fox. For pebble feeding from one end.

Refill pebbles along the way and shoot them all over again.

Spears and swords allow you to escape before approaching, and bow and arrow hitting accuracy is never high. For this reason, no ordinary hunter can get so many birds and small animals.

And finally showed up, big man, pig!

Shut up!

It was a great hunt.

Miles to get home with a hock-face.

but that's where I noticed.

"Oh, me, I'm a magician, but I never used magic..."

Apparently, Miles didn't recognize the use of exploratory magic as' using magic '.

Unlike attack magic, it does say, 'I hunted with magic!' The impression is faint, but then there is no position for exploratory magic. Perhaps the first image of 'Carnaval', 'Directions' was too strong......

And in the end, Miles didn't even use a sword, rather than attack magic.

Miles came to Hunter Guild to redeem his prey.

He carries a bag with some of his captured prey on his right shoulder.

Given the convenience of the future, I didn't intend to hide the fact that I could use the magic of storage, but I didn't like it because they didn't think I could get my prey if I had my hands on it, so I was going to make an appeal that I was getting it right.

With only the constantly requested sale of medicinal herbs and horn rabbits, as well as other meat lineage materials, a man suddenly rang the mile directly to the delivery point without going through the reception desk.

"Do you have a minute?

Is that a numb or something?

To the mileage of setting himself up, the man who spoke, or the boy, continued his words in a slight panic.

"Yes, no, it's not weird! Because it's a party solicitation!

The five of us are partying together, but we're a little short on offense. I'm looking for another one. These are the members. "

Behind the boy, two boys and a girl stood.

"You're from a different city because you're a face you don't see, are you? From that prey, my arm looks pretty good, but I figured the solo was dangerous when something happened.

My age isn't so far apart, and I'm relieved to have a girl. Why don't you think about it?

Miles had no intention of being at the party. If it's a party, you'll soon notice the specificity of the mile, and then you'll either try to use the mile, or if you do poorly, you might be sold information around some nobleman.

But it's noticeable to stand talkin 'here with your luggage in your arms, and it's not a good idea to get weirdly eaten down and rubbed.

"Um, can we just get the delivery done?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll wait here."

The boy honestly pulled me off.

Miles went to the delivery depot and took the prey out of the bag with his name and registration number.

As a result, Hunter's achievements are recorded as promotional materials, even if it is a constant request or material sale that does not pass through the reception.

"Oh, lady, you're young but you have good arms. There's a lot of them, and there's almost no damage to the fur. I'm gonna put some iron on you."

My uncle at the delivery depot told me so, as impressed.

"Is it true! Thanks!

Oh, and there are other preys... "

With that said, my uncle's eyes opened in amazement as Miles began to take the rest of his prey from the storage magic and line it up on the table.

"And when it's storage magic... And what is the amount of that prey..."

"Huh? Something strange?

"No, it's not funny or anything......"

When Miles finally took out the pig, his uncle opened his mouth gently.