Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

Ramen Heavy War Zone.

Tokyo. No, even within the Yamanote Line, there are a number of Ikebukuro, Takada Horse Farm, Shinjuku, etc.

Long time ramen called Japanese national food.

Taste or ease?

What fascinates people so much?

Whoever you ask, you won't know why. No, should I say I can't narrow it down to one?

How many stores of the stars compete in their own individuality.

Miso, soy sauce, tons of tips, salt. Fine noodles, Tai Noodles, Medium Fine Noodles, Medium Tai Noodles. Noodles, oil buckwheat.

It was a clash of individual ideas, a clash of life (style).

The shopkeeper hits the customer with the ideal he envisions, and the customer flavors it and puts down the Judge.

Under delicacy, everything is equal.

The winner flourishes, the queue grows, and the loser is forced to retreat with idle birds ringing.

ramen industry with intense metabolism.

In addition to writers who contribute to magazines and other media, criticism by the general public is also active.

In that neighborhood, mysterious critics recently appeared.

'Clear chicken glass soup is so beautiful that it's a waste of time to drink it away. But drink. Delicious. Refreshing and good, but with the best increase in chicken oil'

"Noodles with Ise Shrimp. A story frame? I thought so, but the taste of miso and Ise shrimp blends in a high dimension. Intense soup is going to be a habit. It doesn't matter, but the taste balls are delicious'

"The so-called seafood system. Excellent noodles, soup and utensils. But somehow I can feel lost...? No, it's delicious, isn't it?

"First of all, I'm amazed at the rich chicken white water soup. A delicious flavor that is thick, sweet and refreshing. The noodles haven't beaten that either...... the best part was the chicken meat on the side menu. I'm not subtly convinced. I regret it, but I'm going to change it.

Taste evaluation is accurate.

More often than not, however, they were posted to mini-blogs.

At least, ten glasses a day. If you do poorly, you'll get more reviews with photos. Not at an unusual pace, even if everything wasn't eaten that day.

Attracted by topicality, nature and the number of followers increase.

The icon on that account is a picture of a child wearing a knitted hat in the eye.

The name of the account was Larsia.

I don't know the store or the customers.

What kind of ramen culture is spreading to other worlds?

"So, Yut"

"... you've been soaking up foreboding"

Farv, Duke of Istas, south of the Kingdom of Rotosilt.

Yut, who encourages his ministry with a castle fortress bestowed upon him by the Hellenonian God, turns his frivolous eyes to Larsia.

I still don't know what the story is about.

I don't know, but I know you're trying to do me a favor. Not with reason, but with intuition.

And every Larsia favor is troublesome and equals. I can tell this by experience, not by intuition.

"Well, just ask."

But Yut rested his work hand and made a long stretch.

A helix of despair (reliouria) event that ends in the massacre of Ray Cruz.

The sub-races with evil ministers disappeared from the former territory of the Verga Empire, and the monsters left behind were also swept away by sending coalitions that had been prepared.

It all disappeared, not because Ray Cruz had murdered her, but because the missing empress Verga was definitely in the dark.

But we don't have enough men to go after the Redhead Empress. No, should we just say the best we can do is rule the old Verga Empire territory, which has become a blank space?

Yut, too, has been busily killed this past month.

Exploring Verga's trends meant - it didn't yield any results - that I could have come off the reign of the former Verga Empire, but it hurt to be pulled out of Cres.

Cres was appointed deputy king by Eldrick and entrusted with the role of ruling part of the former empire of Verga, which he incorporated into the kingdom of Tidrac.

While blessing, old Claude as well as Yut had a deep sigh of relief at the loss.

For this reason, Yut was only able to follow Acorn, besides his work - even though he was told that it was actually a shady MVP in a spiral of despair, it had to be confusing - or so.

The world crisis was also a raw big incident, but in less than a month, then the end will be seen.

"Sasu, Yut. I can tell the story."

"You were after the timing of my free time. Well said."

Larsia, who was poked at the drawing star, is, however, not bad at all.

"Actually, I want to go to college."

"... shuuuuuuuuuuuu?

Looking nagging, Yut bluntly distorted his expression.

I don't know what kind of training it is.

But I know it's not even Roku. This is also with intuition, not reason.

Whether it's a long time or not, because we're in a thick relationship.

"Yeah. To Earth."

"To Earth"

"Ramen's"

"Ramen's"

I mean......

"I want to train ramen on Earth..."

To Yut's summary, Larsia nodded with a smile that could only be described as naive.

I want to hit you, that smile.

But while holding the temples, Yut caught hold of them. It looks like this, father of two children. In less than six months, one more. We need to calm down.

Besides, in Yut, it is impossible to strike a blow to the brave warriors of the meadow species. It's obvious that it's more stressful to be lightly dodged than to see fire.

So Yut chose to attack with words.

"Aren't you an idiot?

"Yes. Say it, ramen idiot... I guess"

"Right."

Even if I chose, it was for nothing.

Yut understood. I had to understand.

"Mr. Ritna and Dino are good enough to stay over here, right?

"Yeah, Ritna agrees with me."

"... that's all you wanted to be recognized by Jonah"

"There's still something missing to share the goodwill. I want to go find out what's missing."

Larsia stared far away.

Yut's consciousness is also distant from playful behavior. How, why did this happen? What shouldn't have happened?

It has nothing to do with goodwill sharing, so why don't you open your own shop?

Yeah, it went all the way out to my throat, but I guess Larsia and Jonah are the only worlds that can tell. Maybe we should be happy the other way around that we don't understand.

Yut's self-questioning continues.

But I knew I couldn't stop it.

It's only been a month.

That's what I'm going to do.

Also, just as Yut - and Acorn - couldn't keep up, I had to ask local organizations for backups.

The requested Hyun-chul meeting (Danishmend) would have been more puzzling than... but it responded perfectly to the chief adviser's request.

And three weeks pass in an instant.

Larsia took to famous stores with constant queues, up-and-coming emerging stores and end-of-place anonymous shops. And ate up all the ramen.

There was a ramen for the ideal.

Conversely, many cups made me want to say that I was too sharp and overdone.

Some stores produced unexpected flavors simply by combining noodles and soups for business use.

I ate all this in a short amount of time because I asked Yut and Ren to use the theoretical spell "The Devil's Stomach (Orgasm Stomach)" as a magic medicine (potion) and was taking it.

It will be a bad diet that can be digested in stone or sand, but it was very helpful this time with time limits.

But even then, Larsia could not come across the ideal flavor.

They were all delicious for each of them.

But it's not the way to go. No, it's not.

"Street stalls…?"

Larsia met the store around the time she was feeling stuck.

Return to the apartment you are based in. The stall was pompous in the park the night I went by on a whim.

Not a single guest. However, the lanterns boast of their red and shiny existence. It is also suspicious that they are licensed to operate. At best, it would be just ramen as a consumable, like a drunk eating on a whim.

Just look at the store structure and you don't have to eat to imagine the flavor.

Nonetheless, Larsia fluttered and sucked into the stall, like a moth lured by the lights.

"We only have ramen."

Round and hard, rusty chairs everywhere.

As soon as I lowered my back to it, an unfathomable word popped up.

There is one menu. I don't even seem to have a beer.

I could forgive it if it was at least slightly unsavory on the knob, but that didn't seem to come true either. Most likely, none of the stores serve alcohol to Larsia.

"Well, that's one thing"

Such disappointment was not even given in the yawn, Larsia nodded.

If it doesn't taste good, you can just pay for it and go home.

I was thinking about that with my mouth full of subtle served cold water...... but.

Such an idea disappeared quickly.

My forehead was wide and my hair greyed, the shopkeeper who would be close to the calendar.

But the movement is agile, and there's no waste.

To boil the noodles, let them swim in the water and also cut the water.

Removing the sauce from a special steamer-like appliance, throwing down the sauce and pouring soup.

And the noodles and soup go together, even for the hand of putting the utensils on.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of repeated artisan drills could be seen.

"Wait."

Give me a verse. It was offered with a standing hand, a glass of ramen.

The appearance was no different from that coming out at the ramen shop at the end of the place.

The brown soy sauce ramen is rather old enough to make you want to describe it as Chennabu.

The utensils are also boiled eggs in thin chashu, memma. Plus, I'm sorry about the onion.

No unexpected shards, just a taste to imagine.

"I'll have..."

I also forgot to take pictures on my smartphone for recording.

Larsia shrugged the soup with a renge.

And a bite.

The eyes of the meadow race (Magner) opened in astonishment.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper and I meet each other.

The shopkeeper was laughing.

But I can't afford Larsia.

Continue, noodles, char siu, ha-ha-fu.

Hot, hot, but that's no reason to stop the chopsticks. Rather, that's pleasant. Cold water sandwiched along the way is also good.

Noodles, soup and utensils.

If you took that out on your own, it's just one material with no weirdness whatsoever.

But as soon as they form a cup of dust, the universe is created there.

Harmony. Yes, it's harmony. Don't assert yourself, don't give in. Just to complete a glass of ramen, they are hand in hand and harmonious.

Miso, soy sauce, tons of tips, salt. Fine noodles, Tai Noodles, Medium Fine Noodles, Medium Tai Noodles. Noodles, oil buckwheat.

There are many variations in the world, everything is just a means to produce delicious ramen.

The truth, the delicious ramen, was here.

"Make me an apprentice"

If I noticed, I would have bowed my head on the spot.

"Kakaka. That Larsia told me so much, I don't feel bad."

"Huh? Why are you talking about me...?

"I'm that one. He's called a follower."

Again, look at the store owner's face.

On the raised forehead, white hair.

That was what I saw with the mini-blog icon.

"Oh, you say so! He retweets and likes me a lot, Mr. Camilles!?"

"Don't look at your head and say it."

The store owner laughs embarrassingly at Larsia as she compares it to her smartphone.

"Thanks for this, nice to meet you"

"Ooh, nice to meet you. Sounds weird."

An impromptu off-duty meeting held indefinitely.

Don't miss this chance, Larsia presses for discipleship.

"In my hometown, I want to do a ramen shop. Please, disciple."

"Right. Well, I didn't think you were just a maniac..."

The shopkeeper contemplates, watering a subtle Larsia cup.

"So, how did you feel eating this ramen of mine?

"It's delicious whether it's eaten by adults or by children. Is that such a ramen?

As a matter of fact, Larsia didn't volunteer to be a disciple either because she had a deep idea.

Just fights dragons, sub-gods, demons (Demon Road), gods, spirals of despair (Reliouria), and surviving intuitions told me.

He said this was what he was after.

"Noodles, soups, and utensils, they look normal but terribly laborious. Yet everything gathers together without claiming here...... Yeah, it's not loud."

"... that's probably the first time you've understood me."

Drop the fire and the store owner starts talking.

With a happy, sad look.

"I used to own a famous ramen shop. He had a lot of disciples and branches. So every day, every day, every day, even ramen, study the ideal flavor."

New materials, new techniques.

Make money and time and go for the ultimate cup.

But one day.

"All in all, you've felt wasted. It was all decorated and boring."

"So I got to this..."

"That's the thing. Well, my son chased me out of the store because I suddenly made it like this."

I pursued the real thing and got to the essence.

Other than that, that cup may be considered the ultimate in loneliness.

"This guy is plain. Just plain delicious. That's all. For the hard work, you don't get paid. I've proven it."

"Of course. You met the ideal, but you can't turn away from it."

"Right, right"

The shopkeeper laughed happily - unexpectedly, sharpening his eyes.

"Then let me show you what you mean."

"Are you serious...?

"Oh. A real drink right now. Feed him to me. You're making a prototype, aren't you? I can smell it."

Even if it is so clearly said, it cannot be deceived.

No, this is a chance.

"See you tomorrow night"

Larsia nodded forcefully.

Kankankan and the sound of gently climbing the stairs wooden spirit in the silence of the night.

Larsia came back to make sure she jumped into the safe house prepared by the Hyung-chul Conference.

An apartment that makes you feel like an age between the six tatami. Tatami layers, not flooring - it was also tanned and rubbed off - and a room without a bath.

Larsia had been awake for the past three weeks or so in one of the rooms that the Hyun Chul meeting had secured as a safe house.

"Okay. Let's do it!

In flattery, it is not an excellent living environment. Still, enough for Larsia, the adventurer. More importantly, it was good that the stove had high firepower. You can call me a decision-maker.

On the platform, Larsia begins work.

The sound of the ventilator spinning echoed inexorably.

For starters, treat the chicken gallows.

In boiling water, boil down slightly to the extent that the colour changes.

After that, wash with water while removing blood, etc.

Boil it out of the water carefully.

Of course, as a smell eraser, the blue areas of the leeks, garlic and shoga. Plus, add onions and carrots. In addition, kelp and dried sauce to add flavour.

After I prepare soup for the work I'm used to doing, it's sauce research.

Even though we had lost sight of the ideal ramen, there is a base cultivated in Yona's shop.

Soy sauce, mirin, sugar, liquor. I will add kelp to it and make it, but this formula was difficult.

Soy sauce was decided to be light-spoken soy sauce after trial and error, but the intensity of the sauce is hard to determine because it is also immature and the soup does not become constant.

The noodles, too, have no choice but to beat them by hand, given the sales at the Brewers. It's a difficult part of my physique, but this is also a wall I need to get over.

Research, research, research.

That's bitter and fun.

Larsia's motivation was also to climb eels because specific goals were achieved. I ingested something that made the magical spell Physical Preservation (Sustin), a divine spell that no longer required sleep or diet - even the peak yut, didn't get my hands on it - and literally proceeded to work with insomnia.

"... hehe. Now, what do you say?"

The work I started at night eventually lasted until around the time the next day went down.

But I guess it was worth it and convincing.

Larsia had a very good smile.

But the shopkeeper never said a cup of that convincing.

In momentum Larsia went to the park, where only a tragically destroyed stall was left.

"Just tell me your secrets and your doings, you stubborn jizz. We don't like to kick and punch either."

The owner of the ramen stall where Larsia wanted to be apprenticed.

He was taken into Yakuza's office and rolled to the floor.

"That's why I'm telling you, if that had happened, I'd have told you.... Ku"

Even in such circumstances, the invertebrate spirit of the shopkeeper cannot be broken.

Being kicked in the stomach and the letter on the floor didn't change that.

But even with your arms tied behind your back, resistance is the limit.

No, surrounded by two inflexible yakuzas, it won't be possible to escape even if your body moves freely.

What I just kicked on is a crude, big guy.

Combining with that man is a man with all-back hair, sunglasses and scratches on his face.

These are the only two people in the office. However, outside the office and around the building, constituents are located. I'm not getting anywhere near anyone, and I'm not interrupting.

That didn't mean it was good to be long. The work must be done quickly.

A man in sunglasses grabbed the shopkeeper's hair and made him raise his torso.

"Come on, stop your hair. I'm going to leave you till you die."

"Your son's shop is a fire truck. If you tell me, it's not good. Right? As much as you owe money to a yakuza like ours. The past is in the water, let me help you, okay?

"It's my boys' shop now. It's not a question of what I say."

"Shut up! Speak up!"

So, a fiercely rough man stepped on his back.

The man in the sunglasses doesn't move a single expression and tells the shopkeeper.

"Before you get hurt badly. You should talk. Anyway, it's like they sold it inside me. Even the police won't come to help us."

"I'm here to help. Right here!

The door to the office that should have been locked.

It opened up luxuriously and the child appeared.

Larsia, who moved the Hyun-chul meeting and found out where the store owner was, came aboard alone.

"Oh, my God, why would a kid want to be here? Besides, what are they doing out there?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm still an adult."

Crude attitude seemed vegan, not acting.

I try to kick Larsia, as if I were even going to deal with her in soccer ball......

"No, hey, hey."

At the next moment, he grows a dagger (dagger) from his calf and collapses on the spot.

"And then the guys outside all traveled. In the land of dreams. I don't think you've been to Yellow Springs, I'm sure."

A man who has made violence his business was subdued by real violence beyond that.

The next thing we do is ravage.

"Well, make yourself comfortable."

To too many things, the shopkeeper turns his eyes round. But Larsia doesn't move.

Even the filth glanced at the big man with the kind of eyes he saw, strangling him with that little body and dropping him.

"Apparently, as it seemed -"

The sunglasses guy won't move if his partner faints.

Only calmly, trying to take the gun out of my nose......

"Do you do it?

He was stuck with a blade in his belly and stiff.

When did Larsia get closer? I had no idea.

A man who has experienced many forms of violence trembles in fear.

Yes, fear.

I have experienced a number of things, such as iron fires. Neither is the face wound, Dade.

Nonetheless.

No, that's why.

Scary, scary, scary.

A kid in a knitted hat was terrified from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't think it's a good idea not to waste it."

Bright, bounced voice like a spring breeze.

At least, that sounded like it to the store owner.

But to a man in sunglasses, it only sounded like a death sentence.

Kill me, kill me, kill me.

Whatever you do or don't do.

Kill me, kill me, kill me.

But there was also a will on the sunglasses man, just as an inch of worm had a fifth of its soul. It's not a comic book or a movie. Impossible, such as the office being crushed by an amateur raid.

It was a trembling voice, but I manage to squeeze out the words.

"Fuck, it's no use calling the police..."

"The police? I'm not gonna stick you out in such a good place."

But that was futile. It was a wasted effort.

Nevertheless, you don't have to get sick.

Whatever you do, there's no such thing as a reversal bud. Because that's all we're talking about.

"How long have you been grabbing my master?"

Silver flashes.

Sunglasses The man's arm is torn open and his blood and screams are broken.

Larsia, however, does not mind that. Unbind the shopkeeper, whom she has ordained to be her master.

"Sorry I'm late. Thanks to you, my hair..."

"Don't worry. These guys are still alive."

He jokes in the wrong place and laughs at the office.

I didn't know we could make jokes about each other in this situation. The store owner was also quite resting on his liver.

"Come on, don't make me laugh. I'm sorry. Until the injury heals, I'm not going to be able to get a job."

"Tapey, tapey. I'll take care of it. Including your son's shop."

The time I got from Yut, one more week.

I can't waste my time.

This is where magic pills are used. My son's shop should be thrown at the Hyun-chul meeting.

The owner is okay now.

Now, with the rest this way, Larsia turns to the sunglasses man holding her arm back.

To poke at the terms of reconciliation.

"Transfer 500,000 yen each day to the bank account designated here. Period is...... in a year for now. Let's decide again."

Without letting her say yes or no, Larsia slammed the demands.

This is not a negotiation.

- The verdict.

"If the payment is delayed or if it's the money that made someone cry... you know what I mean?

Since there is a store owner, I can't imitate it any more.

So voices, expressions and. And tell them with the atmosphere.

Communicate in an aura of adventurers who have dealt with God and the devil.

If you disobey, you'll see...

"Don't have any money? If you contact a high-interest loan, wouldn't it be nice?

"Ugh..."

100 times its own. No, pushed by the force of Larsia, who had crept through the training ground beyond comparison, the sunglasses man continued to shake his neck up and down like a broken machine.

Even with such a "small" incident, a month of Larsia's training came to an end.

The day I came back to Falve.

In the cafeteria and conference room of the castle fortress, Larsia and Jonah were alone and relative.

On the tabletop, a cup of fillet created by Larsia.

Just for a week, but with intensive training.

Earth. No, it was a bad material situation compared to Japan, but it's a condensed glass of everything Larsia created in the Brewers.

Jonah kept eating it silently.

Jonah and Larsia. Only the sound of the two throats ringing echoes through the room.

But that doesn't last long either.

A cup of dust has endless possibilities, but the content we can offer is finite.

"Ugh..."

Breaking the silence was a satisfying exhalation of Jonah and the sound of putting down more and more.

Unexpectedly, Larsia tilted her body forward.

"What do you say?

Nervously, my voice rubs slightly up.

There was no problem tasting on Earth. Of course, I also taste it before serving it to Yona.

But that and this were different stories.

"It was delicious"

"Okay!

Larsia accidentally poked her arm up and cheered.

"But..."

With an untouched view of it, Jonah continues.

"- Goodwill sharing is not allowed"

"... right"

Ruthless proclamation.

Nonetheless, Larsia accepted the judgment and it.

"Too much. This can't be the taste of our shop anymore"

"I'll take care of this place. I almost die dressed up, like I really knocked it down and caught up"

"That sort of thing"

Jonah nods and laughs like Larsia was taunted.

The same soy sauce ramen was also developed by Yona.

But the two became alike and non-alike. to such an extent that it cannot be provided with the same sign, etc.

"So Larsia should leave another store"

I knew it would happen.

No way. It's off the plan, but I can't help it.

Now more than that, let's rejoice in being recognized by Jonah, the food authorisation in the Falve.

And for starters, I think I'll be out in the stall, just like my master.

With the speed of race-specific switching, Larsia looks to the next goal.

"Okay. Well, let's do it."

"I can't lose this one either"

"Even me."

A meadow race and an albino girl shake hands disappointingly.

It was, in this Brewers, the moment a new culture was born.

Whispered in the alley, there is one rumor.

Rumor has it that a meadow species is serving stalls serving a different world of noodle dishes called ramen.

The stall is said to be open not only in Farv and the Duke of Istas territories such as Hardenturm and Mainz, but also in Sejour and Folio-Farina, kings capital of the Rotosilt kingdom.

And an order for a menu is an ultimatum to request backwork - assassinations, etc. Such rumors were circulating as well.

One night.

It was a cold night.

There was a girl who heard rumors and visited the stall with rugged eyes.

I was surprised and relieved that there was a stall as rumored.

At the same time, will you really get the job as rumored? Next anxiety sprouted.

The girl grips her fist like a coward and makes an order with a trembling voice.

"I'm sorry. Um, 'Give me some leek ramen. Noodles and eggs are strong.' Please."

"... I see"

Rumored meadow race shopkeeper stares at girl.

"The more I want to kill people at a young height, the more I hate them, there seems to be extra circumstances."

"It's..."

"All right, all right. I'll ask you what's going on, and I'll tell you why I found out. But let's start with a cup of our pride."

On a cold night, more than anything.

Yes, he smiled fondly, and the meadow species began to boil the noodles.