Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

My sister was taken out of the cabin by a Marco boy.

Impaired legs mean he grabs onto the boy's shoulder and one hand holds a cane.

She's not much like the boy, she's a thin girl with lines.

Because it's not nutritious enough, my hair is bumpy and my body is thin. Because I live in a pit like this without sunshine, my skin is also blue and unhealthy.

In this world, you seem to be old enough to start working, but you can't possibly work outside. At best, to what extent can I do my job internally?

I can see that life isn't easier than living in a slum.

"... boy. You, you've been protecting this sister by yourself?

That's what I ask you.

That a boy much younger than me has been feeding his legless sister by himself?

"That's right! Because we're family."

Family, huh?

I guess parents are just wild to ask what's wrong with them.

Although I say that people have their own history, I guess there are quite a few stories (stories) even though this brother lives in this slum.

"... than that, brother, didn't you already hear about Shilo in the guild? How could you have helped me?

Shilo is the ore I bought from this Marco boy.

Ore that can be taken with sand and gold, Lucraela. Then I had to hand sort it so that it didn't mix with gold, and the guild told me that troubles were also handled.

Marco Boy was cheating and selling the ore to rare objects and false travelers.

When I said I needed help with the guild, I hurried away.

In fact, in the guild, several men were at the entrance doing the task of sorting between silos and gold, and they found out.

Well, I have the ability to appraise, and I actually bought it because it doesn't seem like it's that bad, so I don't feel like I've been fooled. But from the boy, he knew the person he cheated on was cheated on and he came to help - I guess it feels like it.

"Because those kids asked me to. And, well, this is on the brink, too."

He's giving me perimeter alert, pointing to the marinas.

Plus, there's a saying for a while. I don't hate this Marco boy either. How can I hate the one who lives hard in a world like this?

"Let's get out of here. I don't know when the monster will gush out again -"

"Zillow!! Danger!"

Mr. Rebecca's screaming.

Trying to pull down Marco boy and sister reflexively, I threw my body.

A wind-cut sound struck his ear as something passed right next to him at an amazing rate, and the next moment, the wall of the boy's house collapsed with an intense burst sound.

"Nah, every what!

Wake up and look behind the pit as you dust.

There's...

"O............ oak............?

On the head of a pig, a gothic and depressed body like a mighty man.

Metal armor to the extent of my apologies, covering only part of my body.

It was the arrival of the promised species, Mr. Oak, who often emerged in the game.

"Seriously. Goblin is next, such a giant..."

Mr. Oak is in a position where he feels "I'm just finished throwing rocks".

Confirming that I have avoided the attack, I find the next bullet roughly out of Gossogoso and its heap, throwing it overthrown and without hesitation.

Not so much control, the rocks fly in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

But it's a simple, powerful attack. If something like that hits you straight, you die lightly.

Nevertheless, linear. Seems like you can avoid it if you watch it throw.

But I can't believe you threw things at me for the monster's sake...

When it becomes something somewhat stronger, it may be intelligent.

Buchy! Buchy! and an oak that gives an angry voice.

Apparently, he had a seizure.

Respond to that voice or a few more orcs show up from the back.

Four of them.

All five bodies suck. If they throw rocks in a row, it's going to pack.

But I have to.

I'm not sure I can handle it if I retreat now and get a rock thrown from behind.

It was in Sherrow's teachings that I told you to come forward when it was hard...!

"Mr. Rebecca! Anyway, let these kids get away first! We need to do something about that pig."

"Okay, but what are we going to do with Zillow! We'll fight, so run away with Zillow!

"No! I'll do it alone!

I can't let them fight.

"What are you talking about! Suddenly such a brave thing. I'm gonna die!

"Lord which, we want you to wait in a safe place! It's Marina's job to fight!

Both Mr. Rebecca and Marina are very motivated.

But......

"But no......! The female knight has an oak......!

Coming along are Marina, Mr. Rebecca and Elepi, all three knights.

A female knight.

And the opponent is Oak.

"... come on, kill him!" That means a contract... "

I just hope we don't lose!

…………

Well.

Kidding aside, let's work together and just knock it down.

Orcs would see no comparable arm strength to goblins, even if they saw the strength in stone throwing.

Physical fitness, too.

The weapon is a stick.

He's a pitcher, he's a batter, he's a smow wrestler, he's a busy one.

I left the boy and sister to Elepi, and the three of us, me, Mr. Rebecca and Marina, decided to fight the orcs.

It's on Mr. Rebecca and Marina's chastity, and you can't lose.

"Zillow, Marina. It's my weapon, my stick, but if I hit it, it's the same as the blade. Fight for what's bigger than a lousy sword."

Rebecca's advice. Even if that's the other guy, it's outrageously cool. Isn't that the natural enemy of a female knight... is that enough?

"Okay!" "Copy that!

And even while I'm responding, Marina roars and sticks me in the oak.

As brave as ever. Good for a bodily pig-faced osan like that Musashimaru...

If I get a clear shot, I'm stuffed.

It would be devastating if I just scratched it......

Yeah, Marina doesn't have to be frightened of those opponents because she's always trained "don't take a blow". I'm not as freaked out as I say.

Because it's natural to fight that kind of opponent, Goblin felt unusually weak, and looking at the oak just seemed like a 'normal monster'.

But think in common sense, an oak would be a bad enough monster.

Thank you to Mr. Sherrow and Mr. Rebecca for training us for real life.

Nevertheless, there are five enemies.

It will require some collaboration.

Me and Mr. Rebecca run out of their swords, too.

Looks like the Orcs have also chosen to fight with their weapons, and they come towards us, calling out to Buhibhi.

Marina was the first to attack.

Beat the halvard swinging up the upper section with a whimpering momentum.

Orc responded to the attack, trying to match the sticks...

Scon!

And I cut it in two nice and straight. A stick made of thick wood.

- In the next moment I thought, I was releasing an unstoppable second blow to the slaughter.

Halvard's axe devoured deeply into his shoulder, and the oak was doomed - turning its appearance into a demonic crystal of Kobushi University.

"Ugh. Marina, even an oak opponent is easy to beat. What the hell is that guy?"

"Pfft. I'm working out. I'm working out enough blood reflexes."

Well, I've certainly spent most of the morning training since I hired Etowa.

Sometimes he was attacked by a burglar once, and he was training too fully for the road, and Marina was particularly keen to do it, among other things.

Sometimes we train together, but the women members are often trained by Mr. Rebecca in charge, out of sight, and I sneaked up on Marina before and said, "Tycho, which is Lord. Where there is, you are wearing a cat!" So I guess we're doing quite a bit of hard training.

But even I said to Mr. Sherrow, "Oh, hey, this guy, maybe the type that doesn't make sense? They could accidentally kill you too!! 'You shouldn't! I killed him!' Or so I say! 'he trains in action in fear.

I would never lose to an orc or anything!

I'm also concerned about the battle between Marina and Mr. Rebecca, but I want to take down as much as I can.

Sometimes you want to see the results of your training, and whether it's a swordsman's propensity to do his job, adrenaline comes out and tension rises.

Thin to oak.

Big guy.

Big both vertically and horizontally.

There are as many sticks as my torso.

It's not an exaggeration to say the little one of the giants. It's a force.

It's a little giant (pig).

I can also understand why Mr. Rebecca said 'Make it a weapon with both hands' when I first chose the weapon.

To such a big opponent, a one-handed sword. Then you're being too chippy. You won't be able to kill a dagger.

I set up the Devil's Sword.

The special abilities of the Demon Sword are "Absorption," "Increased Dodge Rate," and "Plus Correction for Warcraft."

In fact, they are all experienced when fighting bears, but all abilities are useful. Especially the absorption sucks. Even semi-hykinitos who are not confident in their health can continue to fight indefinitely.

Because you can breathe the other person's energy and get tired. The principle is unknown, but it must be sucking out something physical. 100 times more effective than a bad nutritional drink.

"Buhi!!

I'm going to wave down the stick like an oak might even say Marutai.

Apparently, you're not intelligent enough to speak human language.

Good. "Oh Cook! I wondered what I would do if it was a way of laughing."

Avoid oak attacks with backsteps.

Orc slammed the stick to the ground as it was.

Big guy.

And strong.

That is honestly a threat.

... but that's all I can say. I think I can handle it.

Pursuit of oak.

A cluttered attack, waving a stick into a bun and a sideburn.

If I avoid this, I will show my back without killing the momentum.

I just slapped my sword on that greasy back defenseless.

The Devil's Sword is a sharp sword.

Black, wet fillings do not cut hard and cause blade spills, either without blood paste and cut off.

Nut slashes the back fat, rips the lacquered black blade into the pork.

By the time the sword passed on the other side, the oak had turned into a demonic crystal.

It is one step up.

Monsters are easy to fight because they don't bleed.

Now I'm dead, Marina's dead.

Three for the rest.

If possible, I'd like to retreat before any more monsters sprang up.

"All right! I'll pick up the magic crystal and go home."

Mr. Rebecca's voice.

If you look at it, the orcs didn't survive the whole thing already.

They knocked him out with Marina and Mr. Rebecca. Put it on.

"Wow. Mr. Rebecca's battle was frightening!

"Huh? Nothing. As usual. Yikes? Come closer, Busli."

"Ah yes."

It's amazing how you can do that to such a big monster opponent...

But if you knocked him out, fine. No need to stay long, let's go back anyway.

Demonic crystals became a cool amount with goblin and oak minutes.

If this is a somewhat managed hunting ground, it makes a lot of money, but I don't know what's coming out of it right now, and they're springing human tsuzuki.

Just because it tastes a little good right now, it means that when you get greedy, you always eat your tail back.

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"Lord which"

"Hmm?"

"Which of these is the Lord? I want you to take it."

Road out of the pit.

Marina follows. She's about to hand me the spirit stone she just got.

This is a testament to completing Marina's "Let's Take Down the Monster" guide, which came out a long time ago.

Marina has lost "The First Spirit Stone" in her battle with bears (technically, Deanna used it for the Spirit Magic energy source to treat Marina's injuries).

Originally, "The First Spirit Stone" is a memorial to me, and I hear a lot of people keep it on hand.

I wasn't so conscious either, but I still have the first spiritual stone (Lapis lazuli) on hand.

For Marina, this stone we got today should sensibly be our first stone.

... you really want to have it yourself... but you can't.

"Yeah. Then I'll leave it with Marina. Will you keep it so I don't lose it? One day, I'll tell you when I need you."

"... Marina... can I have it?

"You're letting Deanna have a lot, too. Of all the slave jobs. And spiritual stone management."

Marina flatters her face at that word.

"Is it work? Then you have no choice. Marina manages it herself!

"Yeah. It is."

I won't ask Marina if she says, "Hold it yourself because you don't want it."

If I told you this, you'd have it all the time.

On the way, I joined the Elepi.

Your sister has bad legs and no speed.

Bad pits like this. Then I can't even use a wheelchair. I don't know if there's a wheelchair itself.

"... were you okay, young husband?

Elepi is not much of a facial unreadable kid, but even in the eyes of an amateur, that oak would have appeared threatening. He asks me worried.

"Out of the question. You got it figured out."

"You mean you knocked him down?

I'll show you Kobushi's Great Demon Crystal out of your pocket.

"Elepi, Mr. Rebecca and Marina are super strong."

"... I know. I gotta hang in there, too."

"Well, the elepi is coming, coming"

Did Elepi really want to try it too? I'm a blacksmith and I'm borrowing weapons.

If it weren't for the Marco boy and his sister, it might have been a harvest for her just to show that fight.

Well, you can't just put an elepi into action that you've only trained for a few days.

I hope it's about goblins, but you can't have an oak. I can't even afford to say "kill me" or something. I'm going to lose.

It was almost at the same time we left the pit as a dodgy bird descended from the sky.

On the bird, a brown woman in an Arabian fancy outfit.

Ivory hair. Unrealistic head tuna.

It's Mr. Shamash from the Nightmare clan.

They've already sealed one of the pits. You're working fast.

While attracting tremendous attention, Mr. Shamash got off the bird with his graceful tricks and walked straight to me.

Hand control of the vigilant Marina and Mr. Rebecca, step forward and talk.

"You're annoying, Mr. Shamash"

"Ayase, too. Sorry, it's getting late than I thought. The people in the field don't really understand the situation. I've dropped about four thunder."

"It's the same here. I've managed to complete the evacuation, but I don't understand it's just beginning."

He said it was late, but it would still be about an hour after he broke up.

I don't know what the distance to the pit Mr. Shamash has been sealing, but I would say it's fast enough.

"... Lord which. Does that person know you? It's similar to the Turks."

Marina says strangely.

I don't know if brown is a characteristic of the Turks, but physical characteristics may indeed be similar.

Brown skin on fancy flesh.

Although Mr. Shamash's ears aren't elf ears (though they're a little pointy).

"Hmm? Ayase, is she your slave? The Turks."

"That's right. It's called Marina. Look, Marina, say hello!

"Lord, it is the marina of which slave! The vocation is knight!

Marina is fine. That's a virtue.

Well, I'm really not afraid of character......

To the kind of person who grows a tuna and comes on a giant bird.

"Thanks for the introduction. I am Shamash of the Devil Nation. It's called Shamash Oreol."

"Demons...... why is that? It feels a little like Marina."

"The colour of my skin. The Turks have the same skin tone as the Demons and have the same ears as the elves. It's a hard species to live in this world.... but you look happy."

Mr. Shamash narrows his eyes and glares at Marina.

Was there any reason behind the Turk persecution? Not only is it called a fake elf, but because it has the same skin color as the Demons - whatever.

Although I've never actually heard of it, the pattern may be that the first reason is now forgotten and only discrimination remains.

"Marina is very, very happy. … in Marina, I can't say enough about this feeling."

Marina gives me a thrilling, mellow smile that I'm usually used to seeing.

I could see Mr. Shamash taking a breath watching Marina like that beside him.

Was it unexpected that Marina, a Turk, was making herself happy?

"I see...... Right. This is a miscalculation. But happy miscalculation..."

Like talking to yourself, whining to no one.

"... will there come a time when I can laugh like you, too"

"Isn't that funny?

"No... not like that..."

I get stuck straight and let my eyes swim.

wave Kabuli, offer Marina her hand and ask her to shake it,

"Anyway, don't mean I'm your junior slave. I don't know what you're up to, I know it might bother you, but thank you."

That's what I said.

"I said -!

No way at this time! I was going to cut it out after a paragraph!

"... which one is this yes? Is it?

Marina with Kyoton face.

Yeah. Well, you are. I don't know why. I don't know why!

"I'm going to be a slave to this Ayase. That's what happened instead of getting you to drink a few terms. What, I'm totally more ridiculous. Instead, I may have never felt this way before. I see you can't say this feeling in words..."

Mr. Shamash puffs and discharges his arms together.

The opposing Marina had warped and flashed her lips.

Maybe he wasn't thinking about more slaves or something.

"... Ma, because Marina took her eyes off. That's what I was feeling. It's superior compatibility, there's no winning eye."

"I didn't think so thinly..."

It's like I'm the Rokudenashi who hooks up with women as soon as I take my eyes off them!

... No, were you almost a numb when you were in the elepi?

Even this time, not only Mr. Shamash, but also Mr. Aeon, a duck with no excuse......

Well, but.

"Hey, Mr. Shamash. Please don't run wild. I haven't completely decided on the matter yet. I told you, didn't I? After talking to my buddies."

"So was that. I'm sorry, I just... I was totally curious about that."

Hmm. Weak when they say that.

Now I don't feel like turning it down.

But if you don't like Marina, I don't know if I'll have to say no...

Still, Mr. Rebecca, and more importantly, Deanna's persuasion...

Look at Mr. Rebecca.

Mr. Rebecca seemed to be listening to this conversation while keeping an eye on the entrance to the pit.

Marco, make the boy and his sister retreat and smile because they are in danger.

A grin and a full smile.

Is that...? Why am I under pressure!

It's like I'm the Rokudenashi who hooks up a woman as soon as I take my eyes off her!

"Well, aside from that, Mr. Shamash. What do you want to do? Will you seal the pit first?

"Oh, right. You should have hurried, I'm just gonna go. It's too big to set up a Twilight Mimic."

"Shall we help too?

Monsters still gush.

It would be dangerous, no matter how much, Mr. Shamash.

"No, it's not to worry. I can feel it when there's no strong one nearby."

That being said, Mr. Shamash went into the pit with a refreshment.

Me, Marina, Mr. Rebecca and Elepi to stay later.

I also find my gaze from Deanna a little further away painfully.

Explain... I have to... What...