Manowa

◎ Adventurer Guild Office Underground Arena

"There was a fighting field."

On exam day, the Wind Sounds were guided to the plan they had been waiting for in the office to come to the Arena in the basement of the Guild Office.

"I hear you used to be in the slave market here. As you can see now."

The plan doesn't seem interesting.

(Slave.)

Slavery is also rooted in this world. The wind noise has also witnessed the merchants taking them in the market several times.

It was the impression of wind noise that the treatment didn't seem as bad as I thought it would be, but I also believe that it is a matter of degree and that there will be poor environments.

Inside the arena were wind noises' perceived faces.

"Uh, parent."

"Yikes Kazane. Good morning, Yumika."

"Good morning. And Mr. Mondry. Is your body okay now?

"Yeah. Morning. Yumika, Kazane. If you're injured, you'll be fine."

"When I got hurt, or when they bit me, they made me sick. Well, I was asleep."

"Uh, I see."

The wind sounds thought it was an infection.

"So it's a hassle to meet someone like the exam officer today, but could it be about the parent?

I thought it was a level reasonable candidate, but apparently not. My parents shook their heads to the side.

"No, we're guests today. If you can defeat the examiner, you'll be our escort on a C-rank mission."

"Nah, I see you're finally home."

and the wind sounded laughing, but a man who had refrained behind his parents stepped forward with a deliberate sequin with Gohon.

"Representative Jones, I want you to stop joking about defeating me, etc. of Rank F, and to such a child opponent"

My parents even say it back to the busty looking man in ridiculous ways.

"You can say it, Kimberly. These ladies are really amazing."

"That's a good story. But even if you moved alone, you were injured, so weigh yourself down."

"Huh, you should live a little more sparingly, too, huh?

"Some people struggle because there's too much room around them. Take me in the lead."

My parents grin bitterly at Kimberly's spicy words and face the sound of the wind.

"Well, that's why. It's not me, it's him. Kimberly Lane. Level 26 of Rank B. Well, it's pretty good."

"Hmm. Nice to meet you. Mr. Kimberly."

"Oh, I'll let you take the exam for once"

Kimberly shouted away when she said so.

"But you don't expect to take it."

Kimberly, who obviously shows rejection, but never cares particularly about the wind noise, and returns to her parents.

"Parents, why is this guy so tingly?

"Come on, we don't have enough calcium."

"Representative Jones, please don't be ridiculous"

"No, I'm pretty serious, though."

"Knock."

For a moment, I'll say something, but Kimberly fastens it and looks at the plan.

"So it's these two and him there and the three of you who take the exam, right?

"Yeah. That's right. Zillow, it's your turn. Come here."

"Ugh, no."

A man at the end of the arena follows the words of the plan and moves forward to the wind sounds.

"Is that you, Zillow?

"Good morning, Mr. Zillow."

"Hey Kazane, Yumika. Why are you guys supposed to take the exam, too?

He is an adventurer by the name of Zillow. Yumika also remembered having a long conversation with Kazane at the time of her parent's treat.

"In Conne"

"Conne Kai!

Zillow clings in with a spinal reflex to the wind sound answer.

"No, you're not. Kazane, don't say anything nice. 'Cause that guy over there is gonna be serious."

Pay attention as the plan looks at Kimberly.

(Oh, is that why Mr. Kimberly is tingling)

That's what the bow flower I was looking at on the side understands. Perhaps we suspect that our parents are relying on us.

"Yes, sir. Well, it's true I got the letter of recommendation, so I'm not lying."

"Dude, it's Rank D I recommended. I just heard you guys take your exams."

Kimberly is listening to the words of her parents with a face that looks like she chewed up a bitter bug.

(Guess you think it's white)

That's how Bowflower interpreted the face. Regardless, that interpretation is correct.

"Anyway, try it and you'll see. I'm not going to take the time, and I'm going to do it from you to him and the kids there."

"Is it from me?

Kimberly turns a cold glance at the bowflowers wandering into the sudden nomination.

"Yeah, anything inconvenient?

"Oh, no."

"Hey, Bowflower. He doesn't seem to make sense to me, so I need you to tell me who you are with Cho Choi and Roshi."

"You shut up."

Bowflowers say to the wind as they clasp their faces at Kimberly, who stands pikick and blues. Kimberly's expression is further stifled by the fact that her parents are laughing alongside her.

(Uh, already, the wind-sounding asshole)

Bowflower confronts Kimberly in the center of the arena cursing her best friend who speaks good things in her heart.

"Um, please be gentle"

"Soften your hands? I see. You want me to give you a break?

of Kimberly. It is no longer the Phase of the Goddess.

"You look down on your sexual roots. That's how you took in the delegates."

(Wow, no. Shit)

Bowflower understands that he apparently misspelled the words he calls. I don't even feel like it was the same thing to say.

"Oh, that's enough, I'll start. Kimberly, you need to calm down."

"Hmm. I know."

Pull out the sword that Kimberly lowered to her waist, having regained some composure in the plan's words.

"Let's get this over with. I have a mission to escort the delegates after this."

"We don't seem to be in the head count."

"Gahahahaha, look at that."

Kimberly occasionally puts a pickle and blue muscle on her voice from the side, but her gaze remained pointed at the bowflower.

"I knew you'd piss me off. I didn't know how to get there."

The sound of the wind, which I felt changed the atmosphere of the venue, shrugged and murmured.

"It's not that sweet."

Parents who perceived it say to the wind. I didn't expect it to sound the most windy or that much, but the implications are stronger as a return of interest to being irrationally hostile.

"So what's the power of the parent?"

"Well, that's about as much as you sent for my escort, huh?

"So you trust me."

Parents say "sort of" to the words of wind noise.

"I don't think Yumika can win at the moment."

"I see."

The wind sounds carefully look at Kimberly.

(Heh, what an eye)

Next to it my parents blur in my heart and think what a horrible daughter.

I don't think you're willing to support Yumika.

But that eye, that will show the desire for victory over Kimberly. Parents appreciate that attitude, concentration, which is observing every step of the way, crushing all of it, is astonishing.

(Yumika now, though)

Parents turned their gaze to the two fighting in the center of the arena.

"YAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

A poke of bow flowers heads to Kimberly.

"Mmm."

Kimberly recieves the poke.

(Is there any shortage of speed)

Then follow the spear trajectory with your eyes and prepare for the next attack.

(The flow is too honest, but at this age, it's too skillful)

Earlier excitement disappeared, too, and now Kimberly was already looking at bowflowers in her face as a ruthless warrior. Kimberly is not stupid enough to break a bow and flower without merit even after actually matching the battle blades.

"Huh, ho."

Read the protruding spear flow, strike at a time when the return is not coming, (d) shoot and punch in. All of which the bowflowers have received and are attempting to fight back.

(Not a bad reaction, either)

"Was it Mr. Yumika"

"Oh, yes."

In the midst of the battle, Bowflower was surprised to be heard from Kimberly, while at the same time feeling the atmosphere in his opponent had changed.

"I'm not a bad muscle, but it's reckless to try with a spear in between swords. Fighting first brings the opponent into your own time."

"Yes, sir"

Most bow flowers understand that. But I get dragged in. Kimberly's skill certainly exceeds that of bowflowers. It's hard to make a mistake. So what do I do? But fighting demons and training with parents is not enough experience to give that answer.

(But it's not like we can't fight at all!

Yes, bow flowers stir themselves up and put up spears. I actually have the feeling that it's not like I don't have teeth. The fact that you are able to fight drives the bowflower.

(In time. Tow back. And)

Distance in the backstep while taking the opponent's punch.

(Oh, they make me hit it)

I dared not attack. I perceived Kimberly's intentions and Bowflower gripped the spear hard and hard.

(Until I show you)

"Rush".

A series of thrusts by Bowflower sublimated to skill strikes Kimberly.

(early)

Kimberly just opened her eyes to that.

But it can be stopped with Kimberly's sword for a moment. Zillow groans as he watches beside him on that too fast offense.

(I have the strength. But it's a shame.)

The speed is impeccable, but Kimberly was reading through all those tracks. You don't get one feint. You don't hit Kimberly with an attack that's too honest. And in a special mood, even the poking of the full body released by the bowflower exchanged.

"Huh!?

Instantly packed in time, Kimberly was pushing that cut to the bowflower's neck.

"I'm here."

At the same time, the bowflower declares defeat.

(Oh, I lost)

A sword was drawn from Kimberly, and the bowflower exhaled heavily.

I am not most dissatisfied with this result. I guess I lost to beat the streets of the difference in strength. And I can honestly assume you let me study for it.

"Oh, good."

Kimberly told such a refreshing bowflower.

"Passed."