I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Gah, gah, gah!"

The moment Fran falls back, Lesser Auga flies over to Caitley.

It was just a miscellaneous fish created as a novice opponent, and the movement, as a doozy, was hard to say light-hearted.

I have no weapon skills, and I am not compelled by the wooden sticks that have been shaken up.

But it's powerful enough to feel painful if you eat it, and if it's a bad hit, it'll do about a fracture. If you get it on your head or something, you must have a concussion.

Imagine a boy in elementary school swinging a horn?

An adult wearing armor can do anything, and Fran is the opponent you can defeat with one fingertip.

But it looks like a horrible warcraft to Caitley. You probably remember fear in this situation where clear hostility is directed, not just at the force of your face.

Caitley, frightened by Lesser Auga, couldn't afford to use swordsmanship or anything else and swung the sword in her hand thoughtfully.

"No!"

"Gi!"

For a long time, Caitley's sword reaches his opponent first. Only slightly plundered the skin, but the Lesser Aug was screaming and retreating.

The skin contains thin, red lines. I don't even have proper protective gear. That would naturally happen if you hit the sword at all.

"Gah!"

Rub your own wounds with your hands and lick the blood on your fingers with velvet. So, I guess I understood that I was injured again. He is frustrated and concerned, banging the ground with a stick in his hand.

"Ugh..."

"Giggy......"

Caitley, frightened by the signs of the release of the Warcraft, and Lesser Aug, who alerts the sword.

Strange tensions flow between the two, creating a few seconds of glue.

Fran just watches. I guess I'm not going to give you a hand and let Caitley get over it.

But there was a cross spear in there that we never expected.

The red light coming from the back of the aisle wiped out the head of the Lesser Aug and knocked it down.

Obviously it wasn't a stray bullet, it was aimed at a lesser orga. Of course, both me and Fran knew there were other adventurers in the back of the aisle.

But I didn't expect you to intervene this way. What if that's the bandit adventurer Orrell was worried about for kidnapping?

"Caitley, behind you"

"Yes, sir"

Me and Fran watch for signs of coming this way while we're gently seated.

(Master, this sign...)

'Oh, I'm sure. That's the red-haired woman back then. "

It was that woman who, as we expected, showed up from across the aisle with Fran in a Barbora cooking contest, causing a little noise.

"Hey. Are you okay?

"Uh..."

"Oh? The kid over there... from the stall"

"Sister, you look like Princess Black Thunder."

"Yes, yes. Rank B Adventurer, huh?

I don't think you should have noticed any sign of Fran, but he looks seriously surprised. You mean you didn't realize that was Fran, even though you knew there were some strong people out there?

Would there be adventurers with this female-level strength but low enemy abilities, etc?

Even the man I'm with, he still didn't know it was Fran. He looked surprised to see his face.

On appraisal, the names are Sibula and Biscott. But I don't know how far it's true.

They are definitely disguised as appraisals. They both have characterization in every part of their abilities, and obviously their status and skill levels were too low. I don't think either of them will have all the disguised abilities, so it would be the effect of some kind of magic item.

I mean, there's just enough handouts to get it all together.

"... why did I interrupt?

"Am I interrupting?

Fran turns to the woman and asks in a somewhat firm voice. I guess it's because I can't read their intentions.

"I just saved him because the kid looked like he was gonna suck, didn't I? In the first place, why aren't you helping?

"I'm in training now"

"Training is... At that level of strength, you're still in basic training, right? Too soon to be in action."

"That's not up to you."

"Huh? Mostly, why should they stare at me like that? I helped you, didn't I?

"Big favor"

It's a complete violation of manners, but Shibula doesn't seem to know what's wrong. I'm seriously twisting my neck.

"Oh! Si, Sibula's sister!

"What's going on, Biscott?

"Speaking of which, to help other adventurers in the dungeon, we were talking about making sure we didn't..."

"Were you?

"I will. Cricca said."

These guys really don't seem like adventurers. Mercenaries, knights of patience? The pattern is bad, but it sounds like he tried to help Caitley for once.

"But isn't it too early for that girl to get in here? Too weak. You must be totally scared to bring him here."

"... Mm, I haven't been forced to bring you..."

They told me I was weak, and I guess I was a little mucky. Even as Caitley hid behind Fran's back, she turned back to Sibula.

"Huh? Is that true?

"Mmm."

"It's true..."

Along the way, Fran held me and carried me, but entering the dungeon itself is a prior understanding. If you don't like the franc, you don't bring it into the dungeon.

Well, I don't think there's an adventurer aspiration to hate the dungeon, so it was a confirmation that I couldn't refuse in a way.

Caitley is prepared to go into the dungeon and follow Fran.

"I won't say anything bad. Don't go home today. You brushed your swordsmanship arms and wore some more armor. I'm still young. We have time."

Sibula speaks to teach in a gentle voice color.

The act would be a praiseworthy act outside the dungeon, if it were the average person. But within a dungeon with only adventurers and adventurous aspirations, it was a great help.

In the first place, you can also say that you don't even know what's going on with Caitley, but you're very eye-catching from the top, ignoring their readiness. Katie finds that out and regrets it.

Sibula scorned herself for being told she was weak and had only natural strength and her readiness. They thought I was angry with both of them.

"... Caitley"

"Yes. What is it, sister?"

"What do we do?

"Huh?"

"Go home?"

Fran did not hang words of comfort against Caitley, who clutched his fist and leaned down. On the contrary, ask if you want to go home. It's like, with a voice I could even tell you how to give up.

For Caitley, whose heart is about to break, it would be a sweet, then tough word. It's not strange to break my heart completely and snort at Fran's words.

But Caitley shook her head and raised her face. You look better than you just did.

"... I won't go home. I came here of my own free will. Even when I return, I return of my own free will. I don't know if I'm ready to be an adventurer or give up...... It's up to me to decide that!

"Mmm."

When he saw Caitley like that, Fran nodded somewhere satisfied.