Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

"Ah... Dear Luinhilde"

"My followers, Kotaro Tagawa. Just a few, but it does seem to keep the spell growing."

"Oh, thank you......"

If you noticed, there was once again a god of death and curse in front of you.

I slept another night before I left, so in the meantime, I guess I was invited to this thankful god space-time again. No, really, I'm not used to coming here many times. I didn't have to feel painful last time, but I don't know how this is going. This is already a little torture, isn't it?

"Strong thoughts, wishes, it feeds the spell to grow. But just emotion doesn't make sense"

"Uh... knocking down demons properly, and if you don't achieve results, it doesn't come with results, it feels like, right?

"Ranri"

Somewhere satisfied, the creepy head nods to Eagle Deep.

But, well, it's natural logic that you can't get experience without defeating your enemies. You haven't even defeated him, but you're dealing with a powerful boss mons who says, "I can't lose to him! Whoa, whoa!" I just put in the mood like that, and I was given more power to Pawn to win magnificently, and what a cheesy scenario RPG event fight would be the only thing allowed.

This means that no matter how thirsty I am for offensive moves, I will not give them to you unless God is convinced to do so. If you are bad, there is no such thing as offensive skills in the first place in the spell. Perhaps a ruthless reality awaits, such as that of practicing swords even with a bare hands, which will improve your combat skills.

No, really, that's not true, is it? Do you have the skills of an attacking system for the proper Ruinhilde spell?

"Come on, let's hope, let's hurt others, let's give"

"What, are you serious?!?

Or didn't you just read my mind? Are you out of my mind monologue? Shh, I'm sorry, I may be thinking of something rude for you, but it's something I can't help!

"Good, that's enough to give this spell, I let it grow. That's all."

"Wow, oh, thank you!

Straight praised me, and I'm a little happy about something. I don't really remember growing up praised. [M] My parents didn't have an educational policy that complimented their children, so it's only natural that I can't be complimented for a series of compromises. [M] If you don't get angry, it's an Ok doctrinal idea.

In short, I'm not used to being praised. I am also anxious to say that I will be in good shape if I get a little carried away.

"Um, but I, I was in the boss fight earlier. Then it worked a lot, and I haven't been able to... Are you sure?

"The strength of the curse is proportional to the depth of the business. It's hard to break the abyss curse on someone resentful with crappy emotions."

Is it possible that you are saying that you did not resent Hirano and Nishiyama? The little things that make him either pretty, hateful or resentful, mean that as a magician, he's talented.

When should I be clean, then? [M] At least, though there is only vengeance against the mouth.

"The great curse is at the end of tough reason and sanity - come on, Kotaro Tagawa, show your hands"

"Yes..."

Oh, I'm finally here. It's time to give him a new spell. Well, does it hurt or not this time? My interests are more focused on this point than on the effect of a new attack skill-like spell.

"Know that the magician is not only his heart, but his flesh is also a curse. Accept the spell."

The white, knife-like bone finger of Mr. Ruinhilde stabbed the back of my right hand.

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!"

It's out! It's out, I mean, it's decided!?

God's fingertips are galloping and relentless, scraping the back of my hand from flesh to flesh, engraving deep scars.

"That is the first step to truly be a magician"

Oh, shit, I wanted to be in pain this time!

As I passed through my right ear to my left ear the thankful Lord Ruinhilde's words, I survived God's test at some point by screaming with my throat just slit.

"... let's go then"

"Yeah!"

After the rest, including replenishing herbs and washing and repairing uniforms, we embark on a dungeon attack again. Mr. Twin Leaves is physically and mentally fulfilling, but I just finished my nightmare leveling ritual, and by way of example, I'm in a mood.

But not really. Drifting Don Yoliola isn't a good precursor either. Let's do our best to get bald.

"Doesn't this hierarchy feel like the first place?

"Yeah, but... it's a little dark and I feel a little nasty"

What we're walking in is an invisible stone aisle. There are just dots of light-emitting panels, and the dim feels the same as before... I guess there's something about it, as opposed to Mr. Twin Leaves being "unpleasant". Well, it's not like I have an intuition or a sixth sense in my mad warrior skills or anything like that.

"Maybe there's a trap or something"

"But none of the traps here were anything you wouldn't realize if you weren't a bandit."

Indeed, from what I hear in the story, the vocation is non-bandits, and I have never been able to discover traps or crates. After all, it would be impossible to detect without skills.

Or special abilities, too. I wouldn't set a trap so low level that just high school students would see me through, if not so dumb. No, because this dungeon has a people-shaped goma, and I've been caught in their traps... and if it's about the stuff they set up, I feel like I manage to detect and be alert in advance and be able to do it. Next time, I'm not gonna let that visible trap take me!

"Still, I've never moved on with caution."

"Ah, Peach River, stop"

Mr. Twin Leaves stopped suddenly in front of him when he seemed to be able to get out of the narrow passage and into the room that seemed to be open. Dangerously, I almost jumped into the big butt in front of me. I want to praise myself for avoiding a collision and I'm sorry.

Twin Leaves, who doesn't even know dew such as my little gritto, prompts him to look at the end of the aisle with a serious face. From the way it is, it is clear that there are enemies. I, too, regained my mind and carefully peered into the end of the aisle.

"Wow, could it be an alle... not a zombie?

"I knew it, right?"

It was a large passage like a splendid tunnel that was wide and had high ceilings, as I had seen before, and I could clearly see two figures on it. That's like adults and children, with distinctly different back lengths and body shapes.

And both of them had a dos black discoloration of the whole body, with most of the skin peeling off and muscles peeling out. Some of the arms and flanks may be snugly missing meat and white bones peeking.

Only one piece of clothing that wraps around you, both wrapped around your waist, is boring. I come and go down the aisle in that outfit and roar in a low voice like "uh-huh," so that just seemed like a zombie no matter where it came from anymore.

"... if you're small, you're a Goma zombie"

"But if you're bigger... I don't know, you don't look like a normal person"

The little zombie is definitely the goma of a cannibal ghost who, because of its size and physique, has now turned into a miscellaneous fish that Mr. Twin Leaves kicks lightly. But the bigger one is clearly taller than the goma we've seen, and it's hyorous and the silhouette is subtly different. Big, but alongside Goma, only because of the contrast. The actual height is about 170 centimeters. It's bigger than me, and it seems smaller than Mr. Twin Leaves.

So, Pa, it sounds like a skinny adult male... but anyway, it feels more human from the color of that skin, keeping the characteristics of Goma intact. Maybe it's an evolutionary system.

"That would be as easy to take down as Skeleton."

Mr. Twin Leaves making a prerequisite statement to defeat. Truly, she has grown so successful and brave, unlike when we met in the dungeon. If you had the status of being male, you would have made a difference more than ten times as much as I do already.

"If that zombie is really vulnerable to skeleton lines, I'd like to try a new spell."

"Well, let's get the bigger one first."

That's more certain. Goma is where he became a zombie, and it's hard to believe he's far more powerful than he ever was. Zombies have 100% of their physical abilities because their brain limiters are off, and they have a lot of great power and speed, and some of them have settings like that, but if that's to be adapted to undead monsters in general, that skeleton should be a more formidable enemy.

It's okay. I'm sure we can take it down.

Me and Mr. Twin Leaves jumped out of the aisle all together.

"Eh!

First, Mr. Twin Leaves' pre-emptive attack. It's a stone-throwing attack that delivers an amazing blow that crushes Skeleton's skull with one blow.

Roar up and go straight beautifully. For a stone crush, Bo! and make a blunt noise and hit straight into the big zombie chest. With a short roar like a scream, the zombie fell flat on his back.

"Uh-oh!

On the other hand, the reaction of the goma zombies was sharper than I thought. It seems like you already noticed this presence at the pop-up stage. By the time my zombie buddies were shot, I already rushed this way to a discrete spot.

"Wow, he's a zombie running!

I accidentally get such complaints. Damn, if you're a zombie, you look like a zombie, you just have to walk flirtatiously and get close. What are you waving your arms at? You're walking all you can with a beautiful form, Conoyaloo!

But this is how my eyes can see me running, so I'm relieved that I'm superhuman with a brain limiter, and nothing like that seems to happen. For one thing, you should be considered as athletic to the same extent as you did in your lifetime.

"Huh!

And with that degree of ability, there's no way you can withstand Mr. Twin Leaves' attack. A flash of shaken axe broke the goma zombie's torso, scattering rotten meat and dos black blood tides, turning it into dirt rolling down the aisle.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Peach River! It comes with great momentum..."

Mr. Twin Leaves would then be a fine mad warrior.

"No, it's fine. In the meantime, I know that instant death damage will kill you."

Goma Zombie's body doesn't even work with Pickle. Exactly, unless you crush your head, keep moving just your hands and feet, keep living without your head in the first place, or whatever type you ask, but that doesn't seem to happen.

"Besides, he's not dead yet."

Beyond sight, there is a zombie figure that rises up slowly. Though the chest is visibly submerged, I can still feel the dynamism that seems to jump up and hit me right now.

"Mr. Twin Leaves, step back behind me for a second."

Snort, Mr. Twin Leaves back down quickly. But don't be alarmed, the axe keeps up and is ready to follow. How reliable.

"Then let me try the long-awaited attack spell, Master Ruinhilde -"

I gently stretch out my right arm and officially mumble the chant first.

"It's not the will, it's the trials. Stacking is fate, not nobility. If you are destined to be chosen, you will mark your own footsteps -" Black Blood Blood ""

On the back of the raised right hand, a text emerges in Russia like that drawn with blood. Circular magic formations, rather than big, first-like designs. Perhaps this is what engraved my hand in galloping blood with Master Ruinhilde's sharp fingertips, the seal of God. No, you called it a curse.

This curse extends not only to the back of the hand, but also to the palm. This one has a simple shape like the letter of a bat. When I turned my palm back to the ground in a hilarity, a drop of blood fell from the curse of the letter of the bat.

Now we're finally ready to activate the attack spell.

"To Decaying, Filthy Red Underwater -" Rotting Swamp ""

A drop of 'Black Blood Blood' that fell zero from the palm of his hand. At that moment when it became a small bloodstain and defiled the floor, it bubbles and overflows. It looks as if blood is gushing out of this floor itself.

But this is the effect of the first attack spell, Rotting Swamp. Using my blood as the starting point for activation, to some extent, in any shape and breadth, I create a fiercely poisonous puddle like Blood Pond Hell. It seems that the size and toxicity are proportional to the intensity and amount of my blood. And now my blood is not just a human being, but is inhabited by some speciality by The Black Blood Blood.

"Black Blood Blood": Is that blood a curse or a blessing? Blood does not turn into one of the sources of life, even if we have nothing to inherit from our ancestors. Flesh, spells, magic, faith - affect a variety of factors.

That's all the explanation for "Black Blood Blood" in my head. Somehow, the blood, that's why I don't have any special origins, but thanks to this spell, it affects a lot, I think it feels like it.

Naturally, I don't have any special blood muscles because I definitely have very ordinary Japanese parents. In fact, the special ability passed down from generation to generation to the Peach River clan has not turned down anything like that.

However, it is understandable that at the time this "Black Blood" resides, my blood only has the effect of strengthening the "Rotten Swamp". It's kind of a real feeling, but I can tell that activating 'Rotten Swamp' with just blood couldn't have created a bigger, stronger, poisonous swamp than it is now.

So this is a lucky combo that happened when my growth as a magician overlapped.

"All right, Mr. Twin Leaves, back off a little longer!

Bukubuku and a red and black blood pond that often spreads into the aisle. In front of me, it's about two meters in radius. It would be big enough to hook up a zombie that just runs straight through it.

In case we were jumped over or bypassed by a jump, me and Mr. Twin Leaves stepped back a little from the rotting swamp to stay out of the way of our standing and waited for a zombie to burst into us.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

With an angry scream, a zombie finally steps into a fiercely poisonous swamp -

"Rotten Swamp": Step in and the meat will melt and rot right off the poisonous waterfront.

Thus, according to the effect of its explanatory statement, the zombie collapsed on the spot, making the sound of juju and meat burning from his stepped foot.

"Buah! YOOOOOOOOO!"

Fall in the first step taken. Because of the melting of the soles of my feet, it felt like the soles of my shoes had slipped, and I guess I fell out of all the momentum of the disease. Without even taking the reception, the zombie glanced forward as much as he could and zucked in the middle of the poisonous swamp from his head.

It's such a brilliant dumb fall that it's likely to be featured on a TV show like Funny Shock Video, but me and Mr. Twin Leaves can't point fingers and laugh.

"Wow, wow..."

I accidentally leak a dong-pulling voice at the look of that tragic melting damage as I do it with my own spell.

A zombie stuck out of his head and fell, should be more of a strong acidity than a fierce, already poisonous, all over his body, applied to a frightening liquid that dissolves the flesh, juwaaaaaa! and the reddish smoke rises with the fierce sound.

With a grumbling voice in pain, the zombie tried to get up... and the wrist on the ground disappeared. Botri, and I made a noise and my wrist was chopped a thousand times from my roots, and then my elbow dropped even more, and then my knee collapsed.

"Ohhh... aahh..."

Lost hands and feet, all that remains is a torso and head floating vainly on a foaming bloody surface. Thus, his head fell apart, and at the end of the day, his back slowly dissolved in the poison swamp as the ship sank, and at last the flesh of the zombie was completely extinguished.

"Ooh... I did it"

"Yay! Awesome, Takagawa-kun, you could take down a zombie by yourself!

I was just wondering again if this is really a good way to defeat him, and Twin Leaves, who honestly exploded his joy, raised his voice.

From the effects of the spell, I knew this ending. I knew it, but when I had to observe the death of this miserable enemy... I can't let it go much and be happy. It would be too luxurious to think of something that could not be defeated a little cooler.

Nonetheless, I won Matomo for the first time since I became a magician. It wasn't a series of luck like the Armored Bear Battle, it wasn't just helped by Mr. Twin Leaves like a Goma trap. Purely the result of my victory, with the help of my magician. Damn zombies. Zombies.

So let's rejoice. No matter how bad it looks or how grotesque death is, winning is winning!

"Oh, hehe... thanks"

I rejoiced in my first victory with Nikoniko Dazzling Twin Leaves, a slightly weird smile on my face.