Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Yay! I did it, Takagawa Kun!

That's what I'm saying, Nico. Mr. Twin Leaves rushing over with an innocent smile. While vacillating the bloody puddle that spreads at your feet.

"Oh, yeah... right..."

With a sharp look on my face, I saw your husband who hadn't been home in a long time and welcomed him as a twin leaf like a tense dog.

Relax. Now I see a view of a bunch of Goma's tragic bodies floating in the bloodpond with their heads fallen, faces crushed by guccaggeration, and their hands and feet sliced a thousand times, but this is something to rejoice in. It's a tragic background that I honestly shouldn't be happy with as a person, but this is nothing else, it's what I hoped for from the bottom of my heart.

Yes, I have now witnessed the overwhelming power of Mr. Twin Leaves' new vocation, The Mad Warrior.

"Yeah, it's amazing, Mr. Twin Leaves!

"Huh, uh, eheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh

She is a twin leaf who blushes her cheeks and says like a maiden praised for her handmade dishes by those she likes, but what about being a girl of her age who is happy to be admired for her skill in killing?

But Mr. Twin Leaves has always wondered about his own powerlessness, so it may well be that he would be so happy to be here.

"It was really amazing. I can't believe you fought so hard."

This is the T-shaped path that caused me to unnecessarily fall into the trap of Goma. The scene of the massacre created by Mr. Twin Leaves in a runaway state by drugs remains intact, but here she let further goma be given a blood festival.

I came all the way back here because Mr. Twin Leaves insisted that I want to try and fight with the power of the 'Mad Warrior'. In other words, try your arm.

Even I am very interested in that power. The person is concerned about it, and there was no reason to stop it.

He came here with Goma's weapon that he had been forced to push and pick up with Mr. Twin Leaves, Pa., equipping her with an axe and dagger that seemed to be less rusty yet to be used. Instead of looking for targets in the dark clouds, I stepped on my buddy Goma to see how he was doing here, or to come back to collect his gear.

I was going to withdraw immediately if I brought in a tremendous number of reinforcements, but fortunately, it was a group of five who showed up with the mushrooms. I saw how it was, and apparently it's peeling off gear. It's like I can't see you rescuing me. Well, if you look at the damage to this body, you can determine it's instant death at a glance.

Then observe the perimeter further to ascertain the ambush. Once we made sure that only those five men undoubtedly showed up at the scene, it finally coincided with the decision.

As a precaution, I tangled my whole leg in a 'brunette tie'. At the same time, Mr. Twin Leaves rushed out of that giant with incredible momentum and went to his enemies without any hesitation or stray.

And the battle settles in an instant. Just because he didn't need my showy support at all, Mr. Twin Leaves smashed Goma one after the other.

It is honestly unexpected how much power seed you would use to this extent because you were taking it beforehand.

Goma was also fortunate enough to be in such a scattered standing position to retrieve gear. Because Mr. Twin Leaves, in turn, buried him under a quick blow before he could work alongside those nearby.

Slightly smashing his brain with a shaken axe, his protruding fist pulverizes his face. Just wave the blade appropriately and thin goma hands and feet fly. When I kicked him gently, he swept through the universe like an empty can of canning, skewered into a tree branch that forested to the left and right of the aisle.

After that, Mr. Twin Leaves smiled and came back to me.

"Nevertheless, you did well, even though you don't have the skills of a mental system"

You killed him well, it would be more appropriate to say.

Because of Mr. Twin Leaves' tender and timid personality, I believed that mental skills like "mental concentration" were essential in combat.

However, I have already confirmed that Mr. Twin Leaves has transferred to the vocation of "Mad Warrior"... so don't hang around with the same pronunciation... anyway, that there is not a single skill to act on the spirit in his newly acquired abilities.

Still, she showed off the slaughter to the freshness that she truly deserved to call herself a mad warrior. After all, what the hell kind of a change of heart is that, or has it grown?

Maybe it's not like the drugs are still working, is it?

"Yeah, you know, I... if it's to help you, Peach River, I can work hard"

With a smile as flamboyant as he had realized something, Mr. Twin Leaves ran out of words. It's a mentality like the protagonist of a boy comic book to be able to fight to protect someone.

Then am I a heroine? [M] If a strong, cool protagonist is bound to protect even a hysterical motherfucker with legs and legs "because she's a heroine," I want to be a heroine.

"Oh, well, but aren't you afraid? Plus, blood and corpses don't make me sick."

"I'm a little scared. But I ran off once, so... I think I'm used to it."

I see, indeed, Mr. Twin Leaves has never spontaneously killed a demon until he ran wild. Once you go through it, there's nothing going on, does it feel like it?

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with the body. I'm used to cooking, and I haven't really hated the core work since I was chairman of the committee."

When it comes to carcassing, her previous real cooking skills go hand in hand, and she is already a master. However, in cooking within common sense, I can never get used to the corpse of a large animal... maybe I have experience with a whole cow or pig or something.

"Oh, yeah, it's a corner, so I'll get you a core!

Goma can barely hope to win the Crystal Core of Magic if the Miscellaneous Fish Monster is the late statute. Still, it's not like I'm not answering. Of course, it's just less than pebble shards even when it comes out. But it would be better than not now.

"Well, please. I'll get my gear back."

That's why we've been interested in the smell stripping for a while. Like the game, thinking about how helplessly warm the corpse disappears neglectfully and leaves me with materials, gold coins and drop items instead.

"Oh, uh, Peach River... Mi, don't look... embarrassed, from..."

"It's okay, I haven't seen it, because I haven't seen it"

That's what I say in my mouth, but if you want to see it or not, I want to see it. Definitely, I want to see it.

"Ugh..."

Shy groans that seem to cry even now. At the same time, I heard a faint rubbing sound of shh. Mr. Twin Leaves is taking it off right now. It is live stripping, live streaming of high school girls.

……

Calm down, Kotaro Takawa. In case you lose your reason here and turn around, the next moment a madman's blow will be slapped in the face. Like a goma that turns into a piece of meat and sinks into a sea of blood, you don't want to be.

Well, even if you don't, you'll never avoid acts that would discredit Mr. Twin Leaves, thinking about the future. So now my vocation is to be a 'gentleman'.

"Okay, let's focus on making the pills"

Yes, I told myself, and I began to brush down the materials of Gorigori and Wound Medicine A with the fairy walnut tree on my back.

After successfully finishing the battle with Goma and stripping him, he returned to Fairy Square again. I feel a great sense of satisfaction, brightness of ahead, and relief from some leeway in the great battle since the start of the dungeon offense.

Is it because I was so relieved? We noticed - the smell.

It was natural. More than a day has surely passed since it was dropped by this other world. Probably something like day two or three today. In the meantime, we haven't changed once.

Plus, me and Mr. Twin Leaves are going through a bloody battle. Clothes are dirty, what a far past level of dirt. The homeless would still be dressed in a little prettier.

So we needed a bath and laundry now.

However, there are no hot hot hot bathrooms here, or three kinds of artifact washing machines. There can't be any. The only clean water field we can secure within this dungeon is, yes, the fountain in Fairy Square.

That's not a bath, it's not a shower, it's a bath, it should be described.

"... Huh!

From behind, I hear a water noise called Bashabasha. I guess Mr. Twin Leaves is now sparingly exposing that abundant giant right behind me.

Perhaps many of you boys and students will give you enough pneumonia to see such fat nakedness or throw up when you see it - heh, stupid people. Interpretation, people can't resist desire. I want to see tits.

But now I, the brave one, seal that evil desire with holy will. Twin Leaves' desire for a glimpse of a super-sized bust that you can't even see on a boob AV.

"Ko, this is... probably the best trial I've ever had..."

For a long time, I felt bitter and uncut like a junior high school boy stuffing in front of a covered porn magazine in a convenience store.

"Takagawa-kun... that's enough too"

In the voice of Mr. Twin Leaves, my ordeal finally ended. Actually, it shouldn't have been that long, but I'm tired enough to relax.

But I can't show such pity, and just in case she can't see my bottom line, I turned around with the face of an unscrupulous sage.

The figure of Mr. Twin Leaves standing there must have been expected, in a school-designated blue jersey. There are no elements that make pornography more distinctive. Even in jerseys, patsy breasts and buttocks are the default, so let's exclude them at this time.

I guess I washed my head too. The usual fluffy hair is slightly lost in volume due to being wet in the water, which gives the impression that it is quite unusual.

"I knew you'd be glad to bring your jersey,"

"Yeah, you are. If I hadn't seen you bring it, I'd have left it in the classroom."

Thanks to this, we are able to secure a change of clothes even if we take off our uniforms. I assumed when I brought out my jersey that if I was going to survive, I should have had another piece of clothing... but if I didn't have a jersey, I might have been able to worship Mr. Twin Leaves' underwear because I didn't have to change. Beh, I don't have any regrets, so hey!

"Um, Takagawa, if you like, I'll do the laundry."

"What, okay?

"Yeah, that's all I can do, 'cause that's about it"

Mr. Twin Leaves' gaze is directed at the wound drug A manufacturing set that I spread to the ground.

Indeed, being a spellmaker and a couscous maker, I still need to work while I'm caged in this safe zone called Fairy Square. Others want to inspect the equipment newly acquired from Goma, and they want to do everything they can to prepare here in Fairy Square.

So I honestly appreciate your offer to do the laundry. This is a division of roles, so you can sweeten it to Mr. Twin Leaves' favor.

"Thank you, please."

"Yeah! Well, then, Peach River... I'll wash your shirt too, take it off"

Actually, I finished bathing in the fountain before Mr. Twin Leaves. Bathing, though, isn't the wax that's been soaking up to my shoulders with zab in the fountain.

This fountain is also potable water, so in case the water can't be purified, it's not good, so I decided beforehand with Mr. Twin Leaves that I won't put my body in it. None of us would want to soak ourselves in such cold water without making such arrangements.

So the water bathing method here is basically to wet the towel and wipe your body with it. You can't have a bucket, or any kind of special item to fill the water with, and all you can use is an empty 500mm pet bottle at best.

Anyway, I can only do it here enough to get the least amount of dirt off with it. Fortunately, both me and Mr. Twin Leaves always had one towel for the sweat wipe along with the jersey, so I don't have a towel to wipe my body off, or share it, so I don't have to do anything about it.

After bathing like that, I am also finished dressing in jersey by way of example... don't forget. One of my jerseys, a jacket to be exact, gave me that armored bear. I clearly witness him flashing his upper jersey with a glimmer of nails.

That's why I was left with only one lower jersey. My upper body was naked. Then I didn't feel comfortable, so I had no choice but to keep my dirty t-shirt on, but if I was going to wash it, I can't just not take it off.

"Yeah, yes"

I was not shy enough to take off my shirt and offer it to Mr. Twin Leaves. [M]

I'm not ashamed of being naked. Well, it may be shameful to show off this poor minister's body, but it's still not enough to pose as a handbra naturally as a woman. I am a man, even though there are many things that a woman can do wrong, and the contents are completely empty. He's a distressed boy in high school.

"Ugh, yeah......"

However, when Mr. Twin Leaves stares at his naked upper body with a slightly hotter gaze, he becomes ashamed of anything at all.

Whoa, lady, is it that rare for a man to be naked? What a hard boiled dialogue I couldn't afford to run, at least not for me.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, do you have anything on me?

For a long time, I was like, "Is there something on my face?" I only felt uncomfortable with a dialogue like that. You can't have something on you! Although I think so, I now understand that when faced with a situation in which a girl stares at me in a meaningless way, I have no choice but to ask her back that way.

"Ah! I'm sorry... I thought the neck wound wasn't healed yet..."

"What, oh, this?"

Oh, jeopardize, oh, almost there, could it be, Mr. Twin Leaves, you're in love with my physical beauty? Or I almost got it wrong. I didn't think it was possible, but yeah, I knew it wasn't possible.

"Nothing hurts anymore, and it'll heal in there, so don't worry about it"

This neck wound is from when Mr. Runaway Twin Leaves bit me. She said she remembered that time, so it's not hard to imagine that she would be terribly concerned about hurting me, her companion.

By "Pain Return," you should have the exact same wound, but it would also be even more awkward if you completely healed yourself early with the shame of "Grace Body".

"I'm so, so sorry...... I'll be absolutely fine next time"

Mr. Twin Leaves turned out to be a little dark and went back to the fountain with my shirt. I couldn't find any words to speak to me right now. This is just the lower jersey for me in no bread.

Oh, that means laundry it all. Maybe Mr. Twin Leaves is naked under that jersey too!

"Ha... medicine, make it"

Shaking off my troubles, I went back to the pharmaceutical work I was about to build.