My Status as an Assassin Obviously Exceeds the Hero’s

Apparently it was an hour later that I woke up.

I woke up nagging Mr. Ziehl, who recommended sleeping with a worried face.

My body feels a little lazy.

I still have a slight headache because I concentrated my first assistive magic, and the best in my short life to succeed in two different types of assistive magic.

Even when I was playing the game, I never concentrated so much.

"Probably because I used the magic of a circuit I don't normally use. Excuse me. I shouldn't have forced you to."

I panic to Mr. Ziehl, who looks like I regret it.

Auxiliary magic is magic that has no effect unless it is applied to a magician other than himself.

And some magicians can't use auxiliary magic because the quality of magic they use is different from attacking magic.

All I knew was attack magic. It was like a blue sky thunderbolt to me.

It's normal for games to have power-up or speed-up magic.

There's no way it's not this world, is there?

It was a blind spot.

In the first place, I was an offense-only gorilla player, so the auxiliary magic kind was falling out of my head.

"The guy earlier was building a herd and attacking, wasn't he? Maybe there are other similar herds out there?

Mr. Ziehl purposefully made me do auxiliary magic until he taught me, also for the purpose of increasing my choices, but I think it's really to keep my strength and magic from shredding.

I did a good job of throwing the rest away and pawning to keep the strongest characters alive, too.

Earlier Trent was a herd.

If I were to paraphrase it, it would feel like a big family was moving together.

Rather than having other flocks of Trent, it is reasonable to assume that this is where Trent lives.

Would it be a hunting ground if we waited until we burst?

Either way, it seems we've moved as they thought.

Mr. Ziehl smiles slightly with his eyes open.

"Is that what you call a brave party? Akira, your knowledge is distorted somewhere."

Now it was my turn to laugh bitterly.

"Me and Jing are pretty much in the same genre we were interested in. It's a form of entertainment over there, and expertise doesn't mean you don't have enough knowledge at all. Me and Jing's standing position is such a thing. So if you ask Kyosuke, for example, you won't get the same answer."

Entertainment...... and Mr. Gill roars.

I'm sure you don't understand that something tactical is entertaining.

I'm sure this world will be a peaceful and uncontested world in hundreds of years.

All the more so if you have someone like Mr. Ziehl.

Speaking of which, does the boss play games or something?

Regardless of the game, you don't look like you're watching the cartoon, but people say it doesn't depend on what you see, and we'll talk about it next time.

"Anyway, your thoughts will be on it. This is where the Trents live. Probably assuming other groups have been attacked as well. Besides, these Trents have troublesome properties."

Anyway, Mr. Ziehl urged me to talk as I moved and pack up the baggage that was scattered all over there for the fight.

"Trent can measure his opponent's strength. Only strength, not habit or moves, but that's why it's hard to defeat. Do you see why?

"... Trent will also take measures. If I were Trent, I'd measure my strength, and then I'd make sure I had more company than my enemies."

Mr. Ziehl nods at my answer as he runs.

The face was rugged, looking forward to it.

"We divided the group of eight into three parts. From here on out it's my subjectivity, but it's probably not us that hits with the strongest Trent..."

At that moment, a large pillar of light stood in the direction we were headed.

The roar sounds late and the whole forest squeaks.

"It seems to me that it is not us, but the group where you are the brave one, Sushi Sato"

Mr. Ziehl blues his face.

The speed of running all the time increased.

"But that's a master move, isn't it?

"Yeah, I guess so. But if you keep fighting like this, you could wake up the Lord of the Woods."

Mr. Ziehl said that his predecessors had woken up and had a tough time.

There's no way we're the main enemies of the woods that the brave men of our predecessors have been manipulated.

I finally understand what Mr. Ziehl meant when he blued his face.

"Oops, you were still there"

I encountered a bunch of Trents as I was running to where the pillars of light stood earlier.

Good thing I'm simulating to the tree, but I was in a hurry. Anyway, if I look closely, I can see through it.

"Probably the extra Trents"

Look at the Trents. Mr. Ziehl calmly analyzes them.

For example, I thought of it earlier and might be able to give it a try.

"Mr. Ziehl, can I take him down?

After a few thoughts, Mr. Ziehl nods.

I was in front of the Trents just in case Mr. Ziehl was right behind me.

Mr. Ziehl is staring at me every step of the way, like he's intrigued.

"What a rocket purnch!!

Let your fists wrap wind magic around you and stick your hands out as you go.

Like Captain Saran's moves seen in the Cantinen Labyrinth, the Trents, who were on the fist extension line, blow away.

I don't need to just disappear like that move, so I feel very bad about seeing the moment when it finely slices and disappears.

It worked for the bump production, but I definitely don't want to be the kind of demon opponent that produces human-shaped demons and red blood.

Did I say, "Nanase, what's that?" Fuck you, Panchi ”?

Mr. Ziehl glances at me.

Captain Saran's freak told me from the knight who was in charge of my mentoring, but Mr. Ziehl said he wanted more too.

He's the type who throws everything out when he wants to know something.

The current rocket punch (tentative) is a move that releases its own wind magic around its fists, but the wind is the same.

I tried to make it based on the knowledge gained from a certain ninja comic strip, but I think it was a move that felt like there was a very small wind blade in this breeze that could cut the target at the cellular level......

It's a longevity comic strip that has lasted almost twenty years at any rate and has finally been completed.

Memories are a lot vague, but I'm glad you remembered that if you keep beating me up, the nerves in my hands will wear out.

I remember the protagonist also throwing it in the form of a hand-backed sword.

The serial started about the year I was born, and when it was done, I couldn't help but cry.

Let's get back to gossip and rocket punch.

Run for explaining the original comic strip - which I put together as “entertainment" because it doesn't make sense.

If Mr. Ziehl could come to our world, I'd love to read it to you.

"It will be time to get there. Get ready!

As the words put it, I could see three faces that I knew well with a little burning smell.