Muimui-tan

- One...

I'm in a team fight today. The next game hasn't been organized. I don't know what intervals the game is organized, but I don't like to have the rest of the time available.

I need to rendezvous with Mr. Micah, who was fast and free and headed north, and Mr. Shirone, who is moving further and further east. If Mr. Shirone thinks he wanders around the Imperial Capital too, he's headed east more and more now, and if he stays like this, Mr. Shirone's going to be out of the party. We need to do something soon...

The participating members of the team match are Kew's old man, Augus from High Oak, and my three.

Three? So I stand in the arena and wait silently. Uh, I wish I'd bought a Great Sword. Surprisingly, the customer is good. Could it be me or something?

After waiting for a while, the floor in the center of the stage opened and something came up. Yeah? That's a pretty big cage.

It was the feathered Giant Lizard that was in the cage. Yeah, it's big there, isn't it? Isn't this a dragon?

"Hey, come here. It's Tiny Dragon."

... you know, Kew's old man.

"It's tiny, but it's a warcraft with a powerful range brace attack. Every year, this is the dangerous warcraft that kills intermediate adventurers."

Oh, thank you for explaining. Even so, I'm a dragon slayer. I'm taking down a much stronger Ash Dragon than this.

"Hmm. It's a run, what do we do? Range attacks are tough on you right now."

Mr. Augus, I'm sure you might. But what's the plan? Thoughts? Smart is full of stomach.

"I go in. Later, as usual. '

As usual, well, Kyou's old man is the only one who would know...... Kyou's old man is explaining it to Augus. Okay, do you want to go?

The cage collapses and a Tiny Dragon emerges from inside. Tiny Dragon opens his mouth wide and builds something up inside.

Look at that. I'll rush right out. Just early. Am I vulnerable to range attacks? I think you're right. Skills, weapons, no skill. I think you're right. So I'll pierce it, pierce it more!

Purple flames from the mouth of the Tiny Dragon. Turn one side of the perimeter into flames.

"Crimson, let's go!

I push the crimson forward, straight into the purple flame.

"Hey, husband, it's suicide."

No, I believe in crimson.

Crimson slashes and rips the purple flame. Flames are divided by crimson, and roads are made. Keep pushing!

- "Spiral charge" -

Crimson paints red and purple spirals and pierces the dragon's mouth. Keep crushing!

The red line immediately runs diagonally. Oh, shit. A dragon with a crimson stab in his mouth rumbles around and wields a vicious nail. I immediately pull out the crimson and retreat. There the dragon releases the brace again. Simple braces without hoarding...... are there some of these?

At that moment, the vibrations that resonate with Zdon run. If you look at it, Augus was tapping the Great Sword to the ground. That shockwave blows the dragon's brace away.

And

"Oh, no. They're both brain muscles."

Kyou's old man jumped into the dragon's pocket as if he had predicted the timing, rarely doing it and chopping it up.

As it were, Augus stood next to me as he walked. And slap me big on the back. Hey, it hurts. If I hit the back of a potato worm as much as I wanted, I would get fluids.

"Oh, is there such a solution? But it's a hard road to twist everything down with force."

I'm so sorry. I'll get to where I can go with this stance.

"Hey, you're both gonna have to work."

I'll take care of the force, I'll take care of the weapon... without the crimson, it's a solution I can't get out. But, you know, in real life, I have my partner's crimson, right? I can't help thinking about when it's not there.

Stirring dragons with my quickness, Kew's old man deals damage to the tunnel and Augus fires a powerful blow. Once the dragon strike is directed at Augus, I will strike a powerful blow of crimson from the side and, once again, turn my attention to this one.

Yeah, perfect teamwork, man.

After several attacks, Tiny Dragon finally collapsed. The venue cheers me up. Ooh, that was exciting.

"But I think the Tiny Dragon is too much for our rank."

"Sure. Maybe it's the thought of crushing me or Run."

Oh, you don't include Kyou's old man in that. Grandma, I'm sorry I got involved. And, Mr. Augus, you're talking dressed up, but other than me, it just sounds like you're saying fugofugo. I'm a little sorry to think of that.

- Two...

Mr. Bag took me to the aisle. Come on, it's a reward.

"Congratulations on your victory"

Thank you.

"Reward."

I was given one by Mr. Shirabukuro. There were two pieces of paper and one demon stone in death. To? That's all? You knocked down a dragon, didn't you? You might have seemed like an easy win, but you worked pretty hard, didn't you?

Kyou's old man looks sinister too if you look at him. You have a face that I'd like to say something but I'm patient with.

"I'm sorry. I can't give you any more."

Hey, what do you mean? You can't be free for the rest of your life if you put limits on your rewards. Isn't that a little too harsh?

Keep going through the aisle and back to the depot.

"For the time being, it might be better not to take part in a team fight."

Sure.

"You might want to stay out of group fights, except by force."

Yeah, you're right. Mr. Augus is saying the same thing now.

Even so, it's starting to stink all at once. It's not very competitive, it's just entertainment. You mean there's this kind of irrationality? You suck.

"Normal games are paid at a minimum, so you can't fool around."

What do you mean?

"In the future, I'm just trying to save paper for 10,000 deaths through regular matches."

I see. But, after that, it's something you don't know how many fights you're gonna play, but you save 10,000 just for regular games?

"That's it. If you don't waste it, if you win seven times, you'll be saving it."

Ho, that's right.

"Well, that's the hard part."

To? What do you mean?

"WW7 is a star beast, and WW8 is a sword saint. You can't do that."

Huh? You have a target?

"You can't win. Normally, you wander around five or six rounds like me."

Oh, really? But, ladies and gentlemen, you don't seem to understand, but I'm that star beast too... Isn't it kind of light handled?

"Huh?

A small feather cat, who was rarely walking underfoot, has his neck clenched.

All right, let's start where we get the right piercing for the star beast.