Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"... it looks terrible."

After guiding Mr. Twin Leaves to the side of the aisle, for a minute, two minutes...... perhaps, after resting grudgingly for about five minutes, my first voice, which restarted and began to sample Goma's corpse, is here.

The hell, I don't know how many stabs I've stabbed, so much blood all over my body. Only brutality is such a tragic corpse as appears in Uri's B-rated horror movie.

Well, if it extends to murder with intent to kill for the first time, he can get too much momentum and rarely stab, so in that sense, I can't help but say this result.

However, even if you look up at an eighteen forbidden corpse in such a gruesome sense in real life, do you not feel much resistance because you have served it out yourself? My senses may also be getting pretty mahy with this short dungeon experience.

It's also a credible theory for the sake of just taking a short break and thus regaining the calm there. I haven't mastered any mental skills.

For now, I don't care about me now. I just want to examine Goma and leave this place.

When I was a red dog, I couldn't expect it from the core, but Goma might be able to collect as many shards. Above all, the people-shaped goma was worn out but armed. It has also been found in Mr. Twin Leaves' story that the bow is used to carry out long-range attacks.

In other words, it is a wack of opportunity to capture gear.

"That's him."

However, I have once again observed the Shiatsu and Fallen Goma, or just looked at Pa and found out.

"- Aren't you naked?!?

Heh, pervert! I am stunned by unexpected developments without help before shouting.

Yeah, no matter how many times I review it, he's naked.

Think of it, I've never seen Goma at such close range. When I first witnessed it, I was just peering through a gap in the door a little further away from the scene where I was eating a girl student.

Observing again thus, besides its cockroach-stained skin, it is noticed that it differs from humans at skeletal level.

The size of the body itself is smaller than that of an adult man, blah blah, as much as I am, but even if you look at this black-nummed skin-shaped nudity, it feels more like an animal like an orangutan than a human body. Slightly forward leaning posture, short legs and longer hands body shape would be the most appropriate image of the early primitives appearing in the organism's dataset.

Still, is he a male or a female? Still, my gaze concentrates on my groin, but I can't tell. Of course, I don't want to be sure until I touch it.

Even if Goma was a female homosexual creature, it's intensely irrelevant to me right now.

"Damn... he really doesn't have anything..."

You don't have to wear pants, but at least keep a pair of protective knives. This is a dungeon full of vicious demons. Why are you wandering around naked, you dumb bastard?

No, or maybe a normal goma is bare life, just like a monkey.

They were eating female students, within Goma, a privileged class of hunters or warriors, who are only allowed to possess clothes and weapons to hunt demons?

Ku, well, you can't help thinking about Goma's ecology. Because we need more physical harvest than information.

"... hmm?

As a result of keeping staring at Goma's carcass with blood eyes and harvesting the harvest just a little bit.

He has a lot of scratches.

No, it won't lead to a scratch that you must be the one who made it a rare prick. Sure, I fed him more spikes than I could count myself, but every place I hit him was a torso.

Simply, targeting the biggest part, the torso, was probably the best in the state of excitement and tension just now. I had no idea that I was going for the head or anything else to poke at the steeple.

In other words, there is absolutely no spear stab wound on the face and hands and feet. But it is.

"This wound... was cut with a blade"

Yes, as the amateur can see, Goma's hands and feet were engraved with zackles and deep wounds. The scars, though distorted, do run in a straight line and are never claw marks like armored bears.

Perhaps a badly cut blade, yes, something like a rusty knife exactly as Goma is equipped with, forcefully cut the same spot over and over again.

The exact position of the wound is the calf on both feet and the two arms on the left. For some reason, only the right arm is intact.

"What the hell did he get attacked by?

In this other world, it is normal for a phenomenon to suddenly pop within a dungeon - like a delicious bonus miscellaneous fish enemy with experience - that a demon with injuries to his hands and feet would not be in a boulder. At least I seem like a natural world that basically exists according to the Earth's laws of physics except magic.

So if you are injured, there must always be a cause for it. Two possible possibilities within this dungeon would be accidental and demonic attacks.

Exceptionally, people like us are fighting demons now... but if this Goma fought his classmates, there's no reason to leave them alone just for causing huge damage to their hands and feet.

I can only assume that the raiders targeted this situation, as if they had kept it for the purpose of stopping Goma from moving, without daring to kill and injure him.

What the hell is that for?

Doubts deepen. The mood is like being the protagonist of a mystery drama. Uncover the mystery hidden in the corpse with reasoning.

"... Takagawa-kun"

That's when I was sadly freaked out by my accidental voice! And I make my body stretch. But I'm not freaking out about anything, so I turn around slowly.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, is that enough?

"Oh, yeah... it's okay, so..."

A response with a pale complexion that doesn't seem okay no matter how you look at it, but I wouldn't dare. I'm sure she's trying her best to get over it, too.

"So, what's up?

"Yeah, you know... core, you should take it, right?

Besides, I quickly pinned the question of how things were going.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Twin Leaves, are you used to taking core?"

"Yeah."

According to Mr. Twin Leaves' personal story about the dungeon, the only thing that helped in the committee presidential party was the removal of the core. Fortunately, her cooking skills seem to be pretty good, and she's been good at tearing apart such demonic bodies, apparently.

With that in mind, there may be no greater resistance now, whether it be a tragic corpse or not. If the body is okay, I feel like it's okay to kill it, but is it still a different matter?

"But I don't have a knife right now, okay? There's only cutters with blades."

"Maybe it's okay... I've had goma a few times, and the core isn't that deep in the wax, so I think I can take it"

Oh, what a comforting word. Everything goes to hell with him first.

"Well, then, please."

"Yeah, me, good luck!

To Mr. Twin Leaves, who responds with a slightly more bloody face, I stick my hand in the pocket of a learning run trying to hand him a cutter knife. Fishing with Gossogoso for three seconds, grabbing the plastic pattern you were looking for, and now it was the time to give it away.

"Oh, Peach River, do you have something for this goma?

"Eh, lie"

A naked guy? Though, ahead of what Mr. Twin Leaves shows, there was certainly 'something'.

"What, here..."

If you look at it, there's a little bag in Goma's right hand. Yes, that's a really small brown-skinned worn bag, big enough to be covered in the palm of your hand. That's why I didn't realize you just looked at it.

"What is it...... white, powder?

Mr. Twin Leaves had nothing to do with it and opened Goma's right hand to retrieve the bag. I would have felt bad about Goma's dead hand and it would have taken me a little while to decide to be ready to touch it... the boulder is just a cook with demons.

Another thing, while raising my appreciation for Mr. Twin Leaves, I noticed a mysterious bag of white powder in her hand.

"Um, here it is..."

At first glance, it is a thing like flour or chestnut flour, which is nothing but what we rightly call white flour. If you look closely, you also noticed that Goma's bloody right hand was getting a little bit off the sole.

What is this, rather than white powder, the only thing that comes to mind first is a criminal array.

"Uh, what... when you aspirate, you exalt your spirit, you blow your fatigue, you're in a state of extreme excitement, and yet, you're extremely dependent - I knew it was drugs!

"Eh, ma, drugs!?

"Intuitive Pharmacy" worked and taught me the potency of this white powder, Goma drug.

If it's the fact that this goma did the odd thing of getting naked and running around the dungeon because of Lari with drugs, then nothing is wrong. That he was just a jumpy idiot, even among the less intelligent goma.

Its most credible theory, however, is denied by the wounds engraved on Goma's own hands and feet, nothing else.

Yes, because we can only assume that he was given this drug after someone mutilated his hands and legs and rendered him incapacitated.

Then the killer's intentions are...

"Ko, here, this, I don't know what to do, Peach River kun!?

He's in a hurry, as if he even had a time bomb, and Mr. Twin Leaves offers him the drug bag in his hand.

"Calm down, because if you don't smoke or something, you'll be fine"

"So..."

"Uh, yeah, fine, I got this... la..."

That's how I reached out, and my movements get stiff. Standing in front of you, Mr. Twin Leaves, by the appearance of 'them' flirting behind it.

"Duh, what's wrong? Peach River?"

That I stopped all of a sudden. And Mr. Twin Leaves asks anxiously about the reaction, which will probably have a pale, stunned look on his face.

Unfortunately, I can't say "okay" right now. There can be no words of relief, no dialogue of comfort, no coming out of your mouth. All I'm saying is, it's just the worst reality.

"Ya suck... we got trapped..."

"Eh."

It was only natural for Mr. Twin Leaves, who followed my gaze and turned around, to scream all the way down the stone aisle. I mean, I feel like crying with you, too.

Because that's where you are.

"Damn... Goma surrounded me..."