Jujutsushi Wa Yuusha Ni Narenai

Aiming at a basilisk attack, I decided to start preparing and observing it.

"Well, I wonder if it's like this"

The first thing I created was gear to hide myself. It is the so-called one Gilly suit.

The base is a borough cloth cloak that suitably joins the clothes taken by defeating Goma with black hair ties. Soaking in jab jab and poison swamp quickly stains purple and looks good. After that, brace the weeds and mushrooms appropriately with dark hair, and it's done.

Well, basilisk seems like a demon who doesn't rely on vision, so it might be a gilly suit or something completely pointless, but for once, just in case. Maybe it has some sort of cover-up effect, and I could discover a new use of 'brunette tying' as a sewing thread thanks to making this. As thin as a yarn, it can remain intact for quite some time even if it is separated from the shadow or body.

Depending on practice this too, even thicker and longer tentacles are likely to keep you disconnected.

And another thing about the use of 'brunette tying', this is the first time I've used it to climb a tree. Already my tentacles have grown greatly from their initial poor performance and are powerful enough to contain the rumbling gore. Well, you can't possibly hang and support my body, which weighs less than 50 kilos.

Most of all, it's not very manoeuvres that fly stylishly from Byungbyun tree to tree like a Tarzan rope in good shape, but I can't. For now, I only use it when climbing a tall tree and looking around.

I spent almost a day just practicing making gilly suits and climbing trees.

Well, that's how I started observing Basilisk, the boss of poisonous swamps.

First of all, the observation itself is a success at a time when I am able to talk about the observations in this way. Basilisk never turns a blind eye to me. [M] Are you ignoring it, or are you really not aware of it? Still, I'm afraid to check that out, so I'm keeping it just looking away.

For one thing, there are three things I found out after a day of observation.

The first. The staple food for basilisks is mandragola.

By noon, he wakes up from his body and leaves for the Mandragola fields surrounding Noronoro and the Mitsuki Poison Swamp. Dig the crispy ground with short but thick nails on the front leg and eat the mandragola. Eat Bolly.It was so delicious that they caught me and made me want to eat it, too, so luxurious.

Nevertheless, if I had eaten with such momentum, I wonder if the Mandragola fields would be wiped out in no time... the next day, I understood when I saw that they were starting to grow a little bit sooner and sooner where I had eaten yesterday and got further. Apparently, this is an unusually suitable environment for growing mandragolas. Maybe it's some kind of magic installation set in the dungeon itself to feed the basilisk that is the boss monster.

For now, the tactics of waiting for the boss to starve and weaken seem impossible.

Second. The staple food is mandragola, but I also eat other demons.

This was when I was observing a gobbling basilisk and I was getting utterly sleepy, too.

After Matango, a herd of Goma appeared. At this time, I sincerely thought it would be good to be wearing a Gilly suit. They come to get mushrooms, which usually means this area is part of the roaming route. If you find me, you'll come at me with joy and courage.

Without realizing that I was in a hidden position visually, Mr. Goma was still chasing Matango around, gagging and speaking softly.

After all, was Matango's scattered spores poisonous, Goma didn't try to get close, he threw stones, pine lights, shot bows, and was thorough only for ranged attacks. Because of this, he seems to be struggling to finish Matango, which is not even very quick. That's why they came all the way to Ukkali, the Basilisk territory, the Mitsuki Poison Marsh.

Basilisk moves as they step around the Mandragola field. He moves slowly with his big body, but surprisingly quietly, he moves. When you enter a poisonous swamp without a single water sound, you proceed swiftly like a crocodile, and -

"Boaaaaaaa!"

He shows his face by the water and sprays a poisonous brace on the noisy gomas. A purple smoke close to black sprays like a storm, even denser than what leaks when yawning, from a large mouth that is wide open.

Goma, scattered in poisonous smoke, all suffer quickly and spit a lot of blood out of his mouth and fall down. The black skin bubbled with skunks as if it had boiled instantly, rotted bright red, and melted off.

In a different way from Goma's cannibals, it is like a tragic death with frozen spines.

However, having seen death there, I was left with as much calm as I could observe in the details without being stunned by the way I died without remnants.

"... won't your clothes melt"

Goma's body can't be seen as a second look, well, it's creepy looking from the beginning, but it's still turning into an obviously nasty chunk of meat, but the clothes and weapons that wrap around him remain exactly the same. If it's my "Rotten Swamp," this is not how it works. This means that it is not a corrosive or strongly acidic thing that does not act on inorganic materials. It may be the kind of poison that only causes abnormalities in physical function, or the very magic of ferocity that specializes in killing organisms.

Nevertheless, it is a terribly powerful toxicity. Goma collapsed instantly enough to put one breath down, and besides, if you look closely, there's Matango and suffering and he's dead. We don't have any spitting blood. Instead, it's like dying in Theosio.

"You know, if you hit it, you die instantly."

It would suck not only to breathe, but just to touch the skin. Somehow, it's super-performing like the poison gas used by terrorists in a Hollywood movie I used to see. V X gas, is that it?

He ate his prey with such a super powerful virulent brace, leaving no basilisk up from the swamp.

The third is the life cycle.

There is no distinction between day and night because this place is in the dungeon bent, and a certain brightness is always maintained. But with the clock shame of your relic, Hirano, which I have on my left hand, it is possible to know the exact time. Based on time, we can check the life cycle of the basilisk.

The staple Mandragola eats in the morning. Just once. But when the demon shows up, if he's not asleep, he moves to prey. Most of all, so far, I've only witnessed Goma's Matango hunt and the rest eaten when Matango was walking the poison swamp alone, twice.

Seems like sleep at night. Just from sundown to the time around sunrise, he's falling asleep without moving. I fall asleep in the same way during the day, but I'm pretty sure I'm awake because I often gobble, bring my head and kick ass. I can't see that behavior at all at night, so you can try to sleep.

And I was able to get more information in three days. I'm not bored to keep observing the basilisk, which barely moves off the bed like Neat, but I did, including all night observation to confirm my sleep.

I guess I'll have a longer period of observation to figure out a more accurate ecology, but unfortunately I don't have that time. For once, this allowed us to grasp the approximate behavior of Basilisk.

Now, there's a problem that's going to hold up on it.

"Yeah, I knew I didn't have enough firepower"

Lack of sufficient means of attack to kill Basilisk.

The fact that you are sleeping at night in grandeur makes it unlikely that you will be able to attack your sleep. But once you wake up, you're not the one who fights directly from the front anymore. If I get one shot at the brace, it's over, and I'm dead even if I'm underneath the clap that hit me in the back.

If we were to bury such a huge creature in one blow, it would be difficult if we didn't even prepare it for dynamite. Regardless, I don't have the great firepower of such a Nobel Prize thing with me. If I had at least May, I'd feel like he'd smack me in the brain with a blow, but it's also a good place for things that aren't now.

"If the Sleeping Strike Special doesn't work... um, trap it, or something"

The mood is as yet a primitive man challenging mammoth hunting. Even a huge opponent who will be trampled if confronted head-on, seals his movements against the trap, strikes a total attack on its gap, and finally knocks him down. It's like an illustration of us all throwing spears, pitting mammoths, to be featured at the beginning of a collection of history.

"No, there's not that many of them, and in the first place, how do you dig a pit?"

I'm the only person who can use it. Two, including Rem. Just the two of us, throwing poipointy spears taken from Goma, won't kill Basilisk forever.

Preparing pitfalls is also unrealistic. The human hand doesn't have enough functionality to dig a big hole, and even with a shovel, I don't think I can dig through a hole that drops a basilisk that boasts a five-meter body.

Let's say you had a huge pit with temper and guts. And let's just say the basilisk fell off. But to see his body, if it's about a vertical hole, I think he's going to climb up. Like an imori crawling through a wall.

"Nothing is enough. In the first place, what I have..."

After all, there is only a spell. No great stunts, no flesh, no genius brains, the only special power I have is a spell given to me by Master Ruinhilde, a literary and artistic member of a flat geek high school.

Then we can only try to make more, more use of the spell.

"Hmm, you need to experiment for a while"

to experiment with spells in order to explore my new possibilities. At this point, let's try anything we can.

"Okay, first of all, 'mud doll'."

"Gaga?"

No, Rem, it's not you.

I'm going to try a second one this time. Speaking of which, when I experimented in the area where Ortolos was, I experienced my first magic run out and ended up halfway through. From what I've felt so far, I normally feel like I could go a second body, but I'd like to explore the limitations for now.

Even if it doesn't extend to mantis equipped lems, it would be a valuable force of war if we could create a guy with the power to swing with a spear.

"For now, here's the ingredient"

First, the underlying mud is sourced locally in this poisonous marsh area. The skeleton was a skeleton of trust and track record, and no other material of a blinding demon was available. And then there's one strain of mandragola you can pick here.

For one thing, it would suffice as a material.

"Tzu -"

Drain blood from the spell mark and chant the spell in full. The result is…

"- Ha!?

And then I wake up. Jumping into the open eye is the white ceiling in Fairy Square, which I'm now totally used to seeing.

"Maybe I was fainting?

"Gah."

Rem, who was in a position to stand on the pillow, nodded loudly. Yeah, I knew it, maybe it was down.

The cause is clear. It is out of magic.

"Oh, no."

I thought I'd be handsome right now, but apparently you're not growing as much as you think you are. I was just hoping that this pathetic body would be disappointed or something about me.

"Gah, gah"

"Oh, my God, Rem, I don't need any comfort."

You read the air, and Lem comes pounding on my shoulder. I didn't have to take unfamiliar care of it, I just realized.

Lem's already here.

No, Rem now has green kamakiri specs. The second one looked a little nostalgic little black skeleton.

"Yay! Success!"

It is also worth consuming enough magic to fall, or it is a brilliant, second "dirty mud doll" explosion.

"Okay, what's your name?"

As I strained and started thinking about naming, I immediately realized. No, you said you noticed, you said you knew it from the beginning, what. The usual, mysterious comprehension of the spell worked.

"- Could it be that he's also a lem?

"Gaga."

Both Rem and the second nodded at the same time. It's just a combination, not simply both of them being manipulated by Rem alone.

It may be different to try Lem as a single personality in the first place, but I'm pretty sure he has the brains to manipulate the flesh, so to speak, the AI function. So I figured if I made a second one, a new AI would automatically manipulate that body.

But apparently, the second body is also being moved by Rem. Moving two bodies with one will feels completely unpin to me as a human being, but Lem, born of a spell, may be able to do it and make it normal.

"Uh, like what? Can you move properly?"

"Gaggar!"

All I'm saying is, Lem is with himself and his second body, and he starts barebacking. The lem body wields a kamakili blade, and the second skeleton shape rolls out its fists as quickly as a boxing shadow does. Oh, I also kicked it now.

"I see you've got both under control."

"Ga!"

There is no shortage, is it my fault that I feel strongly appealing?

Anyway, the performers seem impeccable. Nothing. There's no problem if Rem manipulates two bodies by himself, but they can both move properly. Apparently, it wasn't hard enough to move your right and left hand at the same time.

But doesn't this mean we can both act in the ultimate combination of ourselves, before collaboration?

"If this further improves Rem's performance..."

All of the many mud dolls will achieve perfect teamwork, led by one will: Lem. Oh my strongest army of savants, maybe not a dream either!?

"All right, I see some hope here."

In the meantime, let's call the second one number two.