He asked me to test the adventurer to register new, and Auggle, a training officer, headed to the training ground early.
The sun had already fallen, and Ogle was just making a comeback move. In time, it would have been better tomorrow if we were to test our strengths.
But Augle chose to do the test immediately.
The reason is because I like new adventurers.
Once a C-rank adventurer, he decided to retire his adventurer when he turned forty.
If it's a C-rank, it's a top adventurer.
You can make a huge amount of money by making a C-rank request, and more importantly, the time and effort it took to become C-rank is considerable. It's not something you can let go of easily.
Still can't beat the annual wave that stops by. No matter how much bullying through the flesh, the weakening of power was definitely swallowing him.
It doesn't make sense if you lose your life where you mean it.
That's what I thought, and he left his active duties clean.
Some adventurers say, 'If you're going to die, on the battlefield'. But Auggle's life was important.
Whatever you do, it's a species with life.
Retired from the Adventurer, Orgle became an Alliance employee after being bought his strength. The person in charge is a training officer.
Originally, Auggle was interested in developing new recruits. When he sees a new adventurer, he really wants to burn his care.
Rookie adventurers don't know right or left. There are many who make mistakes and lose their lives.
It is Ogle's covert pride that the lethality rate of new adventurers has declined so much since he began baking the care of newcomers.
In addition, some of the augurs burned their caregivers to the C- and B-ranks, advanced adventurers. Again, it's a proud seed.
In the future, an adventurer who has burned his care may not have to lose his life because of him. I could be a high-ranking adventurer again because of myself.
I can imagine such a glorious future when I interact with a newcomer with a future.
So I got sick.
The training officer was what could be considered a vocation for him.
Besides, when the augur took to the training ground, there was a pair of men and women. One became an adventurer a while back and was currently Estelle, who rose to the E-rank.
She has qualities.
Auggle expects to reach the C-rank if he encourages training without rotting like this.
Estelle was so delicious.
It is naturally not Estelle who will test her strength this time. It is the boy next door.
I didn't see it around Finris, he was a boy with a rare color of black eyes on his dark hair.
For some reason his body was stained with blood, but the augur immediately accepts it with just a little surprise.
The adventurer's place of work is a battlefield. An adventurer doesn't serve as much as he's surprised to see someone wet in return blood.
Ogle was more concerned with his atmosphere than with the return blood.
He haunted an unusual, heterogeneous atmosphere.
For a moment, I felt like a goblin stared at by a dragon.
(Finally, did you see a masterpiece pointing to A-rank?!?)
I saw the paper he gave me, but Ogle's boiling blood restored calm once and for all.
"What, are you inferior?"
In the remarks section of the adventurer's new application form, it said "stray person".
As soon as possible, Ogle's expectations for newcomers dropped to the bottom.
The inferior does not rise from level 1.
Your physical abilities, which are supposed to be raised to the bottom by leveling up, will not increase any strays.
The cause of this is in 'Growth Limits'.
Maximum levels are fixed at birth for humans.
This is called the growth limit.
If you're an Algardian, no matter how low you are, you have level 20.
Some fierce men say it's expensive.
This limit of growth is level one for strays.
In the past, without one exception......
Tied to growth limits, unable to level up resulting in physical growth.
This is why the stray are called the inferior.
There's no way an augur at level 32 is currently losing to someone who would be that level one.
If Auggle cares about that, he'll also be able to reach out to them with one fingertip (though I won't do it because I'm tired).
The boy (the application form said Tor) put a wooden sword in front of him.
"- Huh!?"
The augur, alarmed that the inferior was the opponent, was deprived of breath by its sophisticated behavior.
At the end of the day, I developed goosebumps and goosebumps on my spine.
(What the hell... Even though they're inferior, this intimidation... Maybe you're fixing some swordsmanship?
Thor's structure was so uncharted that even the augur, who was a former C-rank adventurer, could not be easily slashed.
Orgle upwards modifies the rating to Tor.
Still, there was no rush for the augur.
There is no point in the technology climbing to the top or before overwhelming physical performance so that quantity overwhelms quality in battle.
Such augur confidence. But
"... Phew"
The boy breathed one, smashed and scattered at the next moment.
"- Gaha!!"
When I noticed, the augur was rolling down the ground.
My abdomen hurt badly. My stomach fluids rise up in my throat.
(What the hell happened!?)
Auggle had no idea what had happened to him.
But from the pain in the abdomen and the boy's setup overlooking the augur, I could speculate that "I would have been beaten with a wooden sword".
But even if you understand the situation, it doesn't matter if you're comfortable with it.
(You didn't even know I was attacked, did you?!? Such an idiot...... They're inferior!?)
Originally, the augur is C-ranked. He was a first-rate adventurer. It is commonly referred to as a first-rate rank.
It's hard to think in common sense that inferior people can attack enough to get out of that augur's cognition.
I wonder if the opponent used dirty hands or if Estelle, not the boy, launched the attack. While enduring pain and nausea, Orgle desperately stroked his head.
But every thought lacked persuasion.
Or so, I couldn't even think of an augur to have taken one by legitimate means.
If it's normal, it's a situation where you should think Tor attacked you first. But Augle's knowledge of the lost prevented him from choosing the solution.
"... for one thing, that's the end of the strength test"
That's what Ogle told me when the abdominal pain settled. Write the results of the strength test on the form at hand and hand them to Tor.
"Tor, by the way. You ever learn swordsmanship?
"Swordsmanship… or swordsmanship, to a little extent in school classes."
"Kendo?"
Tilt his neck to a word he's unfamiliar with, but speaking of which, Auggle is convinced that he was a lost man. I guess Kendo was in the world where he was.
Schools also exist in Aalgard. Not everyone can enroll though. Only a very small handful of people of the same age who are talented.
(Thor was an elite in the original world)
I can also snort that much pressure I felt before the battle.
Still, however, the explanation of the movement remained untouchable with the eyes.
"No, what was that? That was"
Ogle squeaked as he dropped off the two backs leaving the training ground.
On the merit test, the augur fills out the reception form with one of the three patterns of answers.
Give O to those who are highly capable of fighting.
Where is the difficulty? For those who can use it if they work out.
If you don't have the ability to fight, give me an X.
In this test of merit, Ogle's decision to Tor...
"I wasn't expecting a day when I couldn't judge their strength..."
I don't know.
- As a strength tester, it was a declaration of courtesy.
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The penetration back from the training ground handed the paper from the man in charge of the strength test to the receptionist.
He was a receptionist who glanced inside.
"What?"
I saw one point twice and even stared at it.
"Um, Mr. Thor. You've been running strength tests, haven't you?
"Yes."
"What are the results of the match...?
"For once, let me win."
"What!?"
The receptionist opened her eyes and was astonished when Trans spoke of victory.
"You got one from that Mr. Orgle? Oh no..."
"Thor is awesome!
For some reason Estelle brags about her chest.
How about a ponytail! I just shook it in grandeur.
"It's enough to be in charge of the strength test, so that guy's a pretty strong guy in the guild, right?
"Yeah, right..."
To Thor's words, Marie nodded.
As he said, Orgle is a former C-rank. He was a first-rate adventurer.
But just because the opponent is a lost person doesn't mean he "gives the opponent a win".
He has a very strong belief in the adventurer's ability to fight.
Whoever they are, they despise injustice and illegality and put their shoulders in hard work and justice.
I have an ethic that doesn't match my vicious face.
It wasn't conceivable to Marie that he - such as Augle's dare to lose.
(I thought my guess was dull when I hit the diagnosis with a stray person, but Mr. Tor is still a super good property, as I first remember!
The reception of guilds is intense.
Work quickly with a nervous adventurer.
You have to hold heavy baggage, such as materials and crusade proof areas, and if you delay your work a little, the adventurer yells at you like a snake scorpion.
Besides, the pay is very cheap.
However, the reception service is nonetheless a workplace with a high multiplier.
The reason for this is that you can connect with adventurers.
If you connect with a promising adventurer in the future, you can ride an awesome ball.
Until a D-rank adventurer, you don't make a lot of money.
But not more than C. You can earn a few months of living in just one day.
My husband brings me super expensive salaries just to be at home, and I also get enough fame to be comparable to a lower nobleman named the daughter-in-law of a first-class adventurer.
Because such a marriage (system) is likely to be possible, there are no women who do not target the receptionist, even if it is intense work.
(Turn Mr. Thor into something and I'll be safe in the future too...... ugh)
Now, how do we get them to contribute? Hehe.
Marie floated her inner dark smile as she strived for a sales smile.
"That's Mr. Thor, isn't it"
"... hey Thor. What have you done to me?
Contrary to the muddy atmosphere of the haunting receptionist, Estelle turned an absolute zero-degree gaze on the penetration.
I don't remember myself at all. Turbo shakes his head with a boom all the time saying 'I'm innocent'.
"Good enough to take one from the strength of the Alliance. Mr. Thor looks forward to the future!
"Tor...?
"I don't. Because I don't know anything!
Permeable feet tremble in the mysterious pressure emanating from Estelle.
Thin, permeable liver is going to crumble as it is.