I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Apparently, Fran taught the importance of prudence and put her temper back on track, Caitley began to move through the dungeon again.

I pay more attention to my surroundings.

But the threat of the dungeon was not sweet enough to be avoided by the amateur to the point of working a little harder. Caught in the trap with Bashibashi.

Still, he didn't even say a cry, and a new threat was appearing before Caitley, who quietly proceeded while wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Oh, that one!

"Mm. Warcraft. Hidden Rabbit"

"That's the Warcraft..."

The Hidden Rabbit is a Miscellaneous Fish Warcraft with Threat G. How cluttered is the weakest level of warcraft we know.

I'm good at digging holes and hiding, but if this is how it appeared in a stone dungeon, it was just a blunt moving busike rabbit.

Maybe even lose to a wild dog who's not a warcraft. That's also why I could say I deserved the first floor of a novice dungeon.

There will never be an adventurer to beat this guy. They exist to get used to defeating the Warcraft.

"Kill him with your sword."

"Yes!"

I guess I'm glad that the time of bitterness just to be harassed in a trap has come to an end and that it has developed like an adventurer. Caitley pulled out an iron sword with her energetic voice.

And Caitley gets slashed by a hidden rabbit.

"Huh!

"Piggy!"

"Yay!

Even if you are a lady, there you are a resident of this world and an adventurer aspiration. He had defeated the Warcraft safely without being able to attack Mr. Rabbit or running a worldly myth such as fear of blood.

"Mm-hmm. Well done"

"Yes!"

Fran nods satisfactorily, too. I don't know no talent at this stage, but it was a slaughter true to the basics. It wouldn't be zero talent.

Caitley then dismantles the rabbit at the behest of Fran and puts meat and demonic stones on his back sac. They're not going to spoil it with dimensional storage or anything.

Katie is laughing with a good smile as she re-carries her weighted back sac. I guess it's how it feels to dismantle a warcraft that you've tailored yourself to and finish a job.

But as I said, this place is still a tutorial. This part is not as raw as this.

"This is about as good as the first floor, move on"

"Wow, I get it"

"A little rush. Buzz."

"Huh?"

Fran gives in and turns his back on Caitley. But Caitley solidified because of reluctance and perplexity, and couldn't move.

"Caitley?

"Oh, but..."

"Hmm."

I can't move forever. I hear Fran refused to bear it when he boiled his business down to Caitley. So what do we do?

"Yikes!

"Be careful not to bite your tongue"

Fran holds Caitley aside and runs out without waiting for her reply.

"Come on!

"It's still good here, but when I go downstairs, I attract the Warcraft. Better not scream."

"Hih..."

Oh, I shut my mouth properly. I didn't know I would listen to Fran exactly in this situation...... Don't tell me that wanting to be an adventurer isn't ready to be half-baked.

Fran keeps running as he teaches Caitley about the existence of traps like that.

Sometimes he moves in 3D by kicking walls and ceilings to avoid traps, and even though he ends up kicking the Warcraft, he doesn't stop his legs at all.

"... Ah, eh! Wow!"

Apparently, Caitley has lost her sense of equilibrium due to the dramatically changing surrounding scenery and the load it takes from all directions.

He's screaming as he looks around with his glued eyes.

"... whoa"

Ultimately, I left my mouth half open and got a frightened look. I haven't passed out, but I guess I'm in a state of suspension.

And in half an hour.

Fran was quickly treading on the second and third floors, reaching the entrance on the fourth floor.

This is the middle of nowhere in this dungeon. To move forward any further, it is recommended that everyone be above rank F or accompanied by rank E.

Unlike the attractive hierarchy for beginners on the first to third floors, from here on out a true training ground. If the amateur was alarmed, he could have lost his life.

The most common cause of this is the Warcraft in front of the Frans.

"Oh, that..."

"Mm. Lesser aug"

A red-brown-skinned beast with only a thin wooden stick on one waist. He's not even 150 cm tall. As its name suggests, it was a lower species of orga, letting the orga lose weight and looking like it had been reduced.

Lumina, if it was meant to be, wanted to place a weakly adjusted goblin. But he said he needed a great deal of strength in creating the evil man in the dungeon to see if he had been done anything to the goddess of chaos.

The plan to produce large quantities of miscellaneous fish goblins and fast-breed the Black Cat tribe seems to have failed before we did it.

Instead of such a goblin, Lumina placed it in the dungeon, which is why the Lesser Auga set it to the weakest setting. Its fighting power is goblin.

That's him in the middle of the aisle, staring at us.

"Gga!"

"Hih!"

Caitley, hearing Lesser Auga's voice, screamed briefly.

Sure, it would be pretty scary from a kid. I have a vicious face, even though my body size doesn't change that much. Besides, he has a weapon and strips out a strong hostility toward this one.

Even a monkey can cause a human to suffer serious injuries. If it were a bigger Lesser Aug, the danger would be far beyond monkeys and such.

Fran was a warcraft killing man willing to kill from the start. Because of that, I was wrong, too, but how much of a slaughtered world this way, if you're a normal kid, maybe a reaction like Caitley is normal.

"That's weak"

"Oh, really?

"Mm-hmm. Even beginners can win. So good luck."

"Huh?"

"Daijibu. If you don't die, you'll be cured."

"Huh? Huh?

"Ggagga!"

Even while we were talking about that, Lesser Auga had defined the Frans as prey. It's too cluttered, so I don't feel the strength of the franc.

From the other side, I guess I see two soft meat preys.

"Coming"

"Gah, gah, gah!"

"Yikes!