Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi (30-dai) no Slow na Second Life

Marika's brothers.

I didn't know there were three of them, not one.

One Marika brother and one Marika sibling at a time to see from their words and deeds and their age outfits.

I guess Marika is the second position to hit.

But, well, if you really think about it a little bit, you deserve it.

I know my son-in-law well. Marika's parents, father-in-law and mother-in-law get along.

It's impossible that Marika is the only couple who could have been such a lover.

But I didn't know a total of four people had made it.

"... what are you doing here, abandoning your hometown?

I couldn't help but ask this.

I didn't even know they existed because they were away from where they were supposed to be born.

How did that happen?

"... you don't get it. The sorrow of those born in the fucking countryside who are nothing."

It was my oldest son who told me something.

In the threesome, I'm under the impression that I'm old enough to jump through.

I guess that's the impression I get because I don't have my oldest daughter (Marika) who's supposed to be in between.

"Nothing. No stores, no carriages. There's no guild for cool adventurers to belong to."

"It was flat out spending the rest of my life in a country with nothing like that! Atashi's life should shine brighter!

It was my sister who kept telling me.

I still have the impression that I'm young enough to say I'm a girl, but I have a positive impression that I'm working out as an adventurer.

And because of the blood connection, I also have the impression that I turned Marika down a turn.

"What are we born for!? What are we born to do!? At least not to smoke without doing anything in the country! Even to find out what it means to be born today. First, pass and become an A-level adventurer!

Last but not least my brother.

An impression even younger than my brother.

However, what I could say in common to my brothers was that they had something in common that reminded my father-in-law somewhere in every part of my body.

"Then there's the confusion! I'm gonna skin you! If the names of our three brothers are spread, we'll make a fortune!

and belligerently approaching three.

It's nothing. I'm also a test officer, so I can only respond if I'm challenged.

"But this, okay?

Three on one.

Is such an uneven battle allowed in the exam or not?

Sure, sure.

Mr Aranzil answered as he fought in the booth next door.

"It's an exam to find out your fitness as an adventurer. It's not like I'm an adventurer if I'm just strong. You know that, don't you?

"It's, well..."

"Adventurers must not lack the cooperation and direction to form a party. In order to see it, the exams have to be swarmed..."

That's what Mr. Aranzil said. He was also exterminated before the end of the conversation, while explaining that he was surrounded by a party of four students.

That's just the mightiest brave man.

And talking makes sense.

Only one strong man who is strong and doesn't care about the others helps people, whereas rejection is just annoying.

"Okay."

I turn to the three brothers.

"You should call the three of them together. I'll see if your qualities deserve an" A. "

"Be clever with your great mouth. But you're not a tester, you're a hunter."

My oldest son......, was it named Stanville?

Put on a long hammer with a weapon-like pattern.

... Speaking of which.

Your father-in-law, who was a former adventurer, was also good at weapons. You were a hammer. He had adopted a tactic to increase his power by lengthening the pattern and gaining centrifugal power.

Are parents and children alike even if they want to live away?

Like me and Mr. Aranzil.

"You will be hunted by us as monsters, and you will show us the strength of our guild directors. That's all you are!

"You're not the only one I appeal to."

"Come on, let's get this game started! Get your weapon out, too!

My sister and brother poke their weapons at me to try too, but I didn't even do what they attacked me yet.

There was a reason for that.

It was because I didn't have a weapon.

No matter how this is an exam, and who you don't like, you can't attack it with a round waist.

Seems to have the least amount of admiration as an adventurer.

"You can keep this up."

"What?"

Whether it was me sneaking a hermes knife in the basal state in the nostalgia or not, I would never take it out.

"It means you don't even have to use your weapon against them. This is an exam, bare hands are enough. I'll give you a break, and you'll have to kill them."

The proclamation is surrounded by doyo doyo.

I guess it is unprecedented, such as not using weapons in the battle between adventurers and adventurers.

Everyone doubted my sanity.

"Fuck you...! Brother! I knew that was Alanzil's child. It's bullshit!!"

"You're right, Rheebeke. We'll skin him. That's when we're all brothers and A-class adventurers!

The three brothers rushed out at the end of the front door.

Turn to me.

The ultimate goal would be me, but we'll each split into three sides and show the kind of trajectory that surrounds me.

It was quite an adventurous move.

"Sir, get those asshole brothers bogged down."

My wife comes from the guest seat with her son for backup.

Something else HR!?

"Let's go! It's always in the same order!

"I mean from Atashi!!"

The first of the three brothers to turn to me was my sister.

A blade held in each hand on the left hand of the right hand.

I have a two-wielded sword.

"No, you said a double swordsman or something."

Avoid slashing blades by reading their tracks.

If it comes off, I'll slash it again. This is eye-catching because these are two hands.

The speed of the rush is not the ratio of a single blade.

Naturally, there are two of them, so it's twice as much trouble.

"I can't believe you're keeping hitting me so hard!

Marika's sister says.

Indeed, there are only sisters and even voices that are very similar.

The two-wielded sword was short enough to say a knife, even if it was properly slashed, it seemed like it would not even be allowed to bear the wound that would restrict the enemy's movement, rather than desperate.

It's not big enough or heavy enough.

However, when slashing (slashing) as an aura characteristic is used, it was an appropriate method of operation.

I don't need weight to slash it.

Only the sharpness of the blade and the insertion of the blade at an appropriate angle.

Try to force them to cut with weight when they are immature. The attack method called "No" was an attack method in which slash (slash) and hit (hit) were combined in the Aura method of war.

Strengthen the slashing flavor with pure slash (slashing) aura and you will less and less need to rely on weight.

Even a small, light blade can be easily chopped apart, whether it be rock or steel.

And if it's small and light, you don't even have to hold it with both hands. You can hold it with one hand. If one hand is free, I can hold the other swing blade.

Her style of combat was truly logical as a slashing aura.

The quality and quantity of the aura in the double sword is impeccable.

If you have a lot of trouble getting into a bunch of monsters, it won't be a problem.

Indeed, this is a good arm to try the best of adventurers.

"It's late, Salica!

Voices from above.

Isn't his eldest son Stanville jumping and rising to heaven?

And gravity pulls me down, stay the momentum......!

"'Spruce Down Collapse'!!"

A hammer being shaken down crushed the floor of the test site.

From the point of contact of the hammer, the cracks extend omnidirectionally, extensively, and countless fragments fly up like popcorn from the part where the cracks tie together.

Well, the floor collapsed because I flew to the brink and dodged.

"I fucking took it off!

"Dumb brother, it's not too soon! Not until I get a little more butterfly!

I see them, their collaboration.

A sister who wields and stirs her double sword, which has become extremely slashable with a slash (slash) aura.

That's how he draws the attention of his enemies and waves his special hammer down from the top of his head, where his eldest son is a blind spot.

That's their must-win pattern.

"Nice, my brother and Salica can work. You don't have my turn at all because your enemies are assholes and unarmed. I'm the only one who can't pass, right?

Says the second son with the shield. For a deliberate yawning mix.

His role would be as a defense if the enemy had fought back.

A disturbed sister, a defensive brother, who definitely stops the enemy's legs and stabs him in the stomach with his oldest son's hammer.

I think it's a frankly completed collaboration.

This pattern would crush most of your opponents without moving.

"... for the most part,"

Their characteristics were determined.

It's an exam. Because I'm sweet, I don't kick ass like Mr. Aranzil.

"Then it's the second stage of the exam. What the hell do you do when you hit someone you're not proud to work with?