I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Time is just right, and let's go to Gumd's."

"Mmm."

"A mock fight with a young adventurer..."

"Arms squeal"

'No, no! Because you don't have to ring it!

"Hmm?"

I mean, it would be more important to know how much you can do! Fran is quite motivated, but if he overdoes it, he may leave a scratch on his body and heart.

He said Gumdo was eyeing me, but I don't think it's a level I can play with a real Fran.

But even Gumd doesn't go there, you know that? Is that a higher level of adventurers than you can imagine? Enough to have a decent mock fight with Fran?

Or maybe it's the kind of educational policy that knocks kids down into the valley of Chihiro. It may not be enough damage to fall off a cliff.

Well, you'll see.

We were in conversation with Legs. We left the conference room and headed to the first floor of the Adventurers Guild. I feel forgiven for going directly to Gilmouth's room, but it's a request. I thought it would be better if we had a proper reception.

"Gumd, are you there?

The way you speak is appropriate though.

"Dear Fran. I accept. This way, please."

The receptionist showed me the room behind the guild, not the office. Once inside, the walls and floors are narrowed and equipped with weapons. Sounds like an arsenal.

Inside awaits the armed Gumd.

"Well done!

"Mm-hmm. Why armor? Are you in a mock fight?

Fran asks in a voice full of expectations. You're totally expecting a fight with Gumd. But Gumd shook his head sideways.

"No, I'll be a referee. I just wore protective gear, like I wouldn't mind getting involved. I'm not taking part in the fight."

"Yes."

Too bad it was Fran whining, but he immediately reconsidered trying to work hard on his adventurer opponent. Nodding with some motivational look.

"Mmm."

I said, "It's appropriate, okay?

"Mm-hmm. Good luck."

Whoa. I grip my hand and am quite motivated.... Yeah, let's wish you luck, adventurers.

"Ready?

"Anytime."

"Then go. The kids are already gathered in the training area behind them."

The training ground guided by Gumd was quite large. There will be about 30 meters in diameter. The walls are also thick, and even if they are slightly messed up inside, they are made to have no effect outside.

"Oh kids! Gathering!

"Chi-su."

"Good morning!

"Koncha."

"Yikes!

I thought it was two or three at most, and there's nine of them. The personality varies from the attitude geeking evil guys who just look like Yankees on Earth no matter what, to the guy with his pissy spine stretched and aligned that this looks hot and bitter ~.

When I did the appraisal, it was surprisingly strong. There were two of them who didn't fly their heads off. A Level 27 Phantom Swordsman and a Level 26 Flamethrower. Rank D adventurer.

Even if these two are different, on average, they have about level 22. Even the guy with the lowest fighting power is a level 20 scout.

"Today's training is for mock warfare."

When Gumd spoke that way, he made a scene of nasty noise. Rather than being licked, I guess it's an intimate pattern like wanting a light mouth.

"Again?

"Mr. Fauld would be better off."

"Mr. Gumd is a painful servant."

"Ugh! Shut up!"

With Gumd's fury, the noise of the adventurers stops perfectly.

"Hey, introduce yourself"

"Mm. Fran."

As Fran moves forward, the gaze of the adventurers simultaneously turns to Fran. And I headed straight for one adventurer.

Everybody's staring at that guy, right? But when I appraised him, I found out why.

The Shieldman adventurer named Red had an appraisal LV7. Maybe Fran doesn't know what he's capable of and relies on Red's appraisal results.

But that's no use, is it? Anyway, it displays bullshit data by means of appraisal disguise skills.

That said, it would be impossible for an adventurer of this magnitude to understand its prowess by looking at a franc just standing.

Red shrugged his shoulders at everyone as he immediately gave Fran a ridiculous look. Maybe I'm teaching you to say it's no big deal.

Then the atmosphere of the adventurers also became somewhat relaxed. I guess we thought it was a face-to-face place for the girl who would be our own junior.

"I'll have Fran and everyone do a mock fight today"

"... okay?

One of the adventurers listens back.

"Oh. Fran, no need for maneuvers. Rub him at best."

"Mmm."

When Fran nods at Gumd's words, the adventurers laugh out at Niyaniya. The only person who isn't laughing is the seriously looking adventurer in the example.

He mistakenly assumed that Gumd's words telling us to rub them at best were directed at us. Maybe I took it to the point where I wanted Fran, who's doing a little bit of moxibustion, to do it.

"Understood."

Gumd doesn't have a good personality either. The adventurers deliberately chose the wrong word. If this shows off Fran's strength...... Pride will shatter, I guess.

Well, even from me, they're young, talented adventurers, and I know they're going to be a little Tengu. Maybe it's better for these guys that Fran cotempered me here and broke my pocky nose.

"Let's start with Dufour."

"Is it suddenly me?

"Are you dissatisfied?

"No......"

Suddenly the most powerful phantom swordsman is against you. When Fran looked at Gumd as chilling, he started winking with a niggle and a laugh. Old man's wink disgusting! Well, I guess that means doing it with Gatsun first.

'Don't overdo it, okay?

(Mm-hmm. Keep it to a point where it can be cured with Greater Heels)

'No, because that's too much!

At least give him a middle heel or so. But when Fran pulled me out, he walked out to the center of the training ground with an exciting look on his face.