Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"... not much different from upstairs."

Yeah, and Mr. Twin Leaves only gives me a short reply. I don't have to look back to find out that the expression is not superior and must be leaning over.

With such a slightly giddy and awkward atmosphere, we continue down the stone aisle, which we are totally used to seeing.

After a break that included sleep, I did not feel comfortable exploring the less hopeful dungeons, but nevertheless decided to leave.

Mr. Twin Leaves did not see any change in his invigorating depressed appearance when he woke up from sleep. For once, I intend to follow up to the fullest by discussing the opinions that I didn't care, that I couldn't help it, and the description of my mental skills in a set.

But well, those words aren't even supposed to cheer the girl up... in the vague direction of "wait for your next chance" for now, and we're still wacky and surprisingly moving on with the dungeon.

Still, I feel like I'm walking for almost another hour. Through many long stone passages, crossroads to the right and to the left, sometimes through example forest domes, they keep walking.

In the meantime, what the hell is wrong with you that you haven't encountered a demon once? I don't even see a tooth rat shadow. Do you have a committee chairman party or a classmate who preceded you, and will you go ahead and destroy demons on the road?

But, well, I heard birds like crows in the forest dome, and it doesn't seem like a wacko that there are no organisms at all in this hierarchy.

Am I simply lucky? If it's starting to spin, it would be helpful if you could take this opportunity to level up nicely.

"Ah."

I raised my voice just as I plugged into the corner of the aisle. He bent down the aisle and pulled himself up to the corner so as to escape the 'thing' in his eyes the moment his vision opened up ahead.

"Stop."

Bikun, and his body trembles loudly, but Mr. Twin Leaves, who suppresses screams, stops as instructed. As I hand-signed "Wait" with my back hand, it was time to peek into the corner.

"... it's a goma"

Dirty black body like that cockroach, for sure.

At the end of this narrow passage bent is a large passage about two lanes wide. On both sides are green trees that grew on both sides like trees in a forest dome. Most importantly, the twisted and lengthened branches dominated quite a bit of space because there was nothing to care for and all you wanted to stretch. The only way you can get through it is about a meter wide in the middle of the road.

On the other side of such a Mossari tree-lined road, about thirty meters in sight, there was a whole Goma.

"Eh, gee...... geaaaaa!

"Hiya!?

And I heard Mr. Twin Leaves leaking screams right behind me. Well, I almost stopped my heart from screaming at Goma, which echoed from across the aisle, too.

"It's okay, Mr. Twin Leaves, calm down. That goma's not coming at me."

"Yeah, yeah... how do you know?

"He's down."

Yes, that goma was lying down, going flat and falling.

Again, I'll peek in and check, but still, I fall without force. From raising his voice, I'm sure he's still alive... but if you look closely, there seemed to be a bloodbath spreading around Goma.

"Maybe I'm seriously injured and I can't move anymore."

It's time for Mr. Twin Leaves to peek into the corner and check the situation. I haven't lost my eyesight enough to take care of my glasses yet, and Mr. Twin Leaves doesn't have any other eyeglasses and daughter attributes. You won't be able to see Goma's injuries differently.

I recognize it so clearly, and while I remember my nervousness and anxiety, I twinkle with a distorted smile.

"This is your second chance."

"What, is that... could it be..."

"Kill That Goma"

There is a perfect opponent in front of us, a weak, lonely demon, who didn't think he'd come around like that. I don't have a hand to miss.

"It's okay, if you do it the same way you did when you were a red dog, it's bound to work"

"So, but... I..."

Tears in my eyes again, shaking my big body, well, I won't have a choice. Because mental problems haven't solved anything yet. Even if I tried the exact same way earlier, she would definitely stop the spear.

Plus, I'm still a groundbreaker in "How to stab a todome even Mr. Twin Leaves!" I haven't come up with any way.

"Well, now we'll stab each other together"

This is your first joint effort, named, cake-cut spike method. I don't know how much of a good idea you had, me.

"Ugh, yeah...... ok! If I, Takawa-kun, are with you, now is the time to work hard!

Oh, seriously, are you really worried about fucking me in this stupid way? Say it yourself what... Well, Mr. Twin Leaves is right, and seriously, the next thing you know, it seems to be burning your fighting spirit, so let's be good.

Well, let's go all at once, while you're not feeling cold. Maybe if we finish this fight, we'll have a nice level up where all our troubles will be resolved.

First of all, I completely lost sight of it when I was a red dog earlier, I'll take Powerseed.

Red little nuts are recommended to be swallowed intact without chewing. Because the pulp is so sour.

"-!? Whoops!"

Let's just say I didn't realize Mr. Twin Leaves had a sour face. Attention was advanced, but it's not hard to imagine how nervous, gullible I've been.

Anyway, now you're ready.

"Okay, now, let's go!

Look right, look left, look right again, make sure there are no other enemies. Me and Mr. Twin Leaves jump out into the aisle at the same time and rush to Goma, where they fall in bloodstain.

The heat gushing from the bottom of the body indicates that the power seed effect was manifested as early as possible. It is such a feeling that it was never a pathological fever, but that my body warmed up the better I warmed up.

In shame, even with all the scattering and walking fatigue so far, the footsteps running through the cobblestones are light everywhere.

"Oops! Gebraaah!?

"Yikes!

The two of us, who don't have the skill to hide the signs, run dignified down the aisle, but are immediately captured by Goma. I stare at this one with cloudy yellow eyes, screaming for a badly deafened voice, not sure if it's just a ringing voice or a language.

Did Mr. Twin Leaves scream because he feared such an intimidating Goma reaction? Or is it because the branches of a tree caught on a rich body twice as wide as I did?

Whatever it was, there was nothing we could do but scream at the immobile Goma, and we were able to get to the point where the spear arrived right away without being disturbed by anything.

"-" Dark Hair Tied "Huh!

While I was running, I had already completed the spell chant. And just at this moment, activate a restraint spell. Because I used it once, I can clearly imagine the effect more than when I started using it, and I feel it was smoother.

"Dark-haired tying": entangling the tentacles of dark hair against your opponent. Hair is the life of a maiden.

The effect description that comes to mind is such an appropriate sentence, and it turns out to be the most useful way to get familiar with using it in action. But even the short explanatory statement comes with something like a flavor text that doesn't make sense, which in turn pisses me off.

Aside from that kerchief, 'brunette tying' did show up to be a bigger effect than when I was a red dog, as evidenced by the real sense of success.

From the blood buildup where Goma falls, a bunch of fuzzy and dark hair grows, tangled all over his body. Focus your hands in particular and secure them firmly to the ground. Light dirty black brown skin with glossy black hair tightening tightly.

Both restraint and the amount of tentacles in the hair are clearly increasing. It still feels like I was able to successfully pull out my specs as an original spell rather than getting stronger at the level.

On the contrary, I'm unlikely to be able to give any more power and volume... well, it's definitely the most immediate spell in the current situation.

Anyway, this completes the restraints. All you have to do is stab him. You won't have to use 'Red Fever' this time. Anyway, whether you use it or not, it doesn't make a big difference.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, for once, let me ask you, do you think I can stab you alone?

"Ugh... um, I can't..."

Already against me in a willing position to shake up the spear and slay him, Mr. Twin Leaves is a maiden tick posing holding the spear with both arms like Marutai, stiff with a blurb tremor.

Shh, wow, that's where the thick branch spear is completely buried and invisible only in the area sandwiched in the chest...

"Dungaaaaa!"

Wow, excuse me, Mr. Goma. It's not if you're paying attention to that, is it?

"Okay, well, slow down, calm down... grab mine"

Grab my spear, to be exact. Without purposefully overlapping the correction dialogue, I changed the way I held the spear from a swing pose to digging the ground with a scoop.

Because this posture will be the smoothest way to make the motion of gripping and piercing a single spear for two towards a fallen opponent.

"Ugh, yeah...... Gyu!

What's the point of mouthing a gripping sound effect? Momentum or momentum or whatever, it doesn't matter. Mr. Twin Leaves grabbed my spear as he looked like he was about to cry.

With one hand.

"You can leave your spear behind."

"Oh, yeah!?

Karan Karan, and the dry sound of the spear thrown down echoed.

Again, both hands. My slender arm and Mr. Twin Leaves' rigid arm, four hands together, grip a single spear.

"Whoo, whoo, gubble......"

I hear Goma's rough breath and an unintelligible groan. But don't feel strangely quiet.

Me and Mr. Twin Leaves are still dressed together holding the spear, and it's hardened. Because of the considerable height difference, it has become a bit unnatural posture, but there are no glitches in stabbing this insect-breathing goma.

All we need is one last push. Be prepared to roll out the spear.

"Ha, ha... Phew..."

If you look up at Chirali and her face, there's already zero tears falling. But I sweat a lot more than that, and it's a painful look like just before the goal of the marathon.

The only sweating action that flows like a waterfall will surely be the power seed effect.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, eyes, close"

"Mm-hmm... yeah..."

The target is not fifty centimetres away from the coarsely shredded tip. Even as you meditate on your eyes, if you stick it out, you hit 100%.

Then, if it makes you feel any less resistant, you can block your sight.

"Twin leaves, power, pull it out"

"... yeah"

Earlier, Mr. Twin Leaves grabbed the spear too tightly, so much so that my arm strength didn't even freak me out, that it was still stiff with a blurb tremor.

Now I can't stick out a spear for long.

What we need now is not the courage and action of Mr. Twin Leaves himself to get the demon in his hands. Only the fact that I had my own hands on a spear that stabbed Goma to death.

For starters, that's all I need. Next time, it's like you can kill yourself, if you can get a kick out of it.

"Keep it up, just hold it"

After a while, I finally found Mr. Twin Leaves helpless. Moving the spear back and forth gently, Mr. Twin Leaves' arms were linked to Prapraprapra. Really, just gripping condition.

All right, now we're ready for the last time.

Even though I am a monster named Goma, I can feel more resistance than when I was a red dog just because of my human form.

But that's just to say I feel it. I no longer have the delicate spirituality to hesitate to kill like a demon.

"... I'm coming, Mr. Twin Leaves"

"Yeah, Peach River...... sorry"

Her kindness crept into my heart.

Don't bother. It's okay. Because my actions are just about you trying to get dirty with me.

I'll protect it. With that said, as a man, I'd be the coolest.

But I can't do that. My personality, my ability.

So, this is it, okay.

"Hey, ahhh!

The blow that protruded him to shake off his slight self-loathing, besides his thoughts, was a mild touch.

"- Mogaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I hear so much loud screaming during the dungeon. The stone passage sounds well, but more than that, I suspect the last revelation of vitality swung by the immobile goma focused solely on the severed demon.

A big mouth, even a big one, ripping up to his cheek, was opening up to the limit and raising his voice all-out.

The tip of the spear goes quite deeply to the flank. Even a crude spear that just scraped up properly with such a cutter knife did break Goma's skin and pierce the meat.

Was it the feeling of light penetration that clapped it out somewhere, whether Goma's body was soft or, thanks to the power seed's enhanced arm strength? Now, I couldn't afford to calmly analyze it.

"One more time!

Pulling through the spear, naturally, blood erupted from the open wound. Crimson, far from the shade of red, red and black cloudy blood splash. But human blood could be like this, too.

The scattered blood hung on my upper boots, which got totally thin and dirty on my dungeon walk this past day, and on the hem of my mud and dirt jumping uniform trousers. Dirty now, but besides overflowing blood, I find myself feeling irresistibly disgusted when I see something strangely drooling and disgusting gel-shaped leaking from my wound.

Oh, disgusting, disgusting. It's creepy, I don't like it anymore. Why do I have to do this in this place?

I keep stabbing spears, completely to stop Goma from breathing, as she forced herself into the unwittingly overflowing dissatisfaction, feeling like swallowing a gelo.

One more time, another time. Twice, three times...... as many times as you want. Distracted, stabbing.

"Gih! iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Rarely stabbed with a crude spear towards the flank, belly, chest and large area on the eye. As far as force goes, whenever I roll out a spear, Goma gets bored screaming. But the curse restraint doesn't even allow you to hit one upside down.

I feel like I can hear Mr. Twin Leaves screaming too, mixed in with such a pitiful Goma scream. It's like you're crying something out, you know, I feel it.

Maybe I was screaming, too.

"Ha... ha..."

I'm more tired than I was when I stabbed the red dog to death.

When I had that sentiment, there was a tragic corpse rolling at my feet that was also invisible to me. Red and black, bloody and meat bags. No more stabbing, no more groaning.

"Ugh... but, Peach River... are you done? Hey, are you... done?

I answered Mr. Twin Leaves' tearful question after putting aside a beat, no, plenty of three beats, to the feeling of shortness of breath and fatigue that seemed to have driven the 400 meter track of the ground to its full potential.

"It's over... Goma's dead"

Seeing, Mr. Twin Leaves remains firmly meditating on discipline as well. Even if your eyes are closed, tears are a flowing thing. Such, somewhat swallowing feelings crossed my mind.

"You better not open your eyes yet."

"... yeah"

"Keep it slow, stay back"

"Yeah...... yeah......"

Don't look at the body. If it's something you've put in your own hands, it's a mishap.

Even with such a reality evasion consideration, me and Mr. Twin Leaves succeeded in killing Goma.